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Caption: Big Titty Goth Werewolf Girlfriend
🕑 Added 2022-05-31 23:43:31 +0000 UTCThe "caption" for the BTGWG illustration! I'm trying something new here but releasing the text for everyone, but holding the illustration for just the $5+ tier as I've done in the past. I'll see how it works and feels and whether I should continue it.
Just barely made it before the end of the month!
If this is your first time with these captions, I re-write the whole scene until it's something completely different so it's basically a brand new story. Enjoy!
Lola sat, cross-legged, on her bed with her newly delivered book laid out before her. The pages were uneven and she frowned while brushing the fingers of her left hand over the text. The words were slightly blurry with a faint,almost unnoticeable pink background that squeezed everything into a smaller rectangular block in the center of the page - as if they were images taken by a cellphone before being printed.
"I'm sure there's a reason for it," she whispered optimistically. Her right hand toyed with the choker nestled comfortably around her neck. It dragged against her skin when she pulled at it, rocking it back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth, catching against her skin until fur took root beneath the band. The hairs uncoiled as they formed, punching through her flesh to create a creeping ring of hairs that peeked out from the choker as they continued to grow.
A few hairs emerged beyond the leather band before halting their progression. Lola bent her finger to scratch at them while lifting her chin - raising her head to stretch while exhaling with a soft, satisfied moan. Her nails dug deep, almost painfully so, but she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Clawing and scratching to ease the itch deep beneath her skin.
The prickling sensation spread from her touch, down to raise the hackles on the back of her neck beneath the spikes of her black hair. The base of her tongue dropped deep in her mouth and her breath rumbled into an odd rasping grumbling growl. She shivered, shaking her body as nerves suddenly woke.
Lola gasped. Hormones flooded her body in unnatural amounts, triggering her bestial estrus. Muscles clenched throughout her back. Something pulled, forcing her forward into a pronounced curve that shifted her ass as she slid on her knees. Raising her hips ever so much. Grinding her clit against the bed just as it became engorged from the rush of blood flowing to match her increased sensitivity and arousal. Her outer labia swelled, pulling the seat of her panties between them until her rocking motion folded the material into a string that forced her slick pussy lips apart. She could feel the wetness smearing against her crotch and the sweet scent filled her brain.
She planted her hands down, shoving the book off the bed. Rolling her head on her shoulders while clenching her fingers in the sheets. Groaning. She tried to fight it, but her muscles tightened further.
Sweat dotted the bare flesh visible in the gap between her shirt and the back of her shorts. A deep furrow appeared along her spine with the bumps of her vertebrae visible as her latissimus dorsi muscles flared, bulging. Her purposefully loose tank top tightened against her body, outlining her growth and the swell of her small breasts. Sweat soaked into the fabric immediately.
Her head hung. Heat pulsed in scarlet, flashing unending waves that left her dizzy. Her fingers clenched against the bed sheets while her lips trembled, lifting, raising to show her teeth. Red gums bulged over the base of her canines. Her ears twitched as the inaudible screech of her scraping teeth resonated throughout her body. The very tips of her rounded, curved ears popped when they flattened and they bent as her canines curved and lengthened. She could hear the horrific keening sound they made and she flinched. Silky black fur grew from the backs of her ears, catching against her hair as the round edges stretched into elongated points that continued to grow.
Lola panted. The pulsing was slowing and, for a moment, she was grateful for how it was receding. Until she realized that it was becoming concentrated in her hips. Deeper. Deeper in her guts. Her forearm muscles rippled, shifting the hairs creeping over her arms. Hooks dug into her flesh, pulling and pulling until she was uncomfortable in her own skin. Uncomfortable in her clothes. She felt too big for her body and she grabbed at the front of her shirt, slipping fingers into the tight space between fabric and skin.
A single drop of sweat curved down to the tip of her nose. She lapped at it, licking the sweat with the broad width of her long tongue. Her nails drew to sharp points, curving down and away from the tips of her fingers. Lola snarled and pulled, ripping at her shirt to relieve the pressure of its tightness. Long hairs clung wetly to her chest, visible through the ragged tears.
Electric jolts shot through her body, up from the storm building between her thighs. She moaned with a growling, low voice as her nipples tightened, swirling and pushing against her shirt.
"It's... it's happening," she gasped as she stared down at her chest. She tried to sit back to see how her bust would increase, but instead, found her spreading her legs further and curving her back even more. The urge to slide a hand into her shorts to touch herself was painfully difficult to ignore. They were bigger, she tried to tell herself. They had to be bigger. "I duh- duh- didn't- didn't know it- it would come with- with- with-"
She growled, grinding her teeth as she lost her train of thought. A thin line of black fur spread down her nape in a creeping growth that slowly reached out to spread along the back of her shoulders and then around in longer, wiry tendrils. The shirt stretched over her frame, black fabric fading to gray while small holes appeared as it began to tear.
Lola slid from the bed, barely catching herself on her feet. Her shorts dug into her hips. She felt sore and empty and needy and hot. Feverish. The girl pressed her palms against her forehead while scratching at her scalp and moaning. Skin bulged on her palms in a faint, bone white paw print while short, sharp hairs grew from the creases at the base of her fingers. Smaller calluses formed along the three segments of each of her fingers and the two on her thumbs.
As if encouraged by her massage, fur began to grow from her brow, down from her hair and around to her temples. Her breathing was ragged as she shuffled to her bedroom door.
Sounds rushed to her, garbled and loud. Lola snarled, baring her fangs as she glanced around. Dogs barked in the distance while cars and trucks roared and rumbled and birds screamed in her skull. Smells swirled with all of it, adding to her disorientation. She raised her chin, scenting the air as her top lip was dragged up in the center. At the same time, the tip of her pert nose widened. The expansion broke the skin into thin, crenellated charcoal wrinkles. Slender gaps appeared at the sides of her nose before separating into slits. Lola sneezed, growled, and sneezed again. Her tongue slapped against her nose as it pushed forward to show her darkening nostrils.
The metal doorknob on her bedroom door was cool against her palm. Wood splintered from the surface of the door when her claws carved deep grooves before she clenched her fist. Her biceps bulged and the door cracked, the top hinge snapping from the door jamb while the doorknob snapped, breaking as she pushed down with force. It wobbled freely in the bore hole when she pulled the door open, scraping the angled bottom edge against the floor.
Aniya's scent filled the house, but it was strongest in the direction of the living room. Lola inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Scattered hairs reached her furrowed eyebrows with more dotting her cheeks. Her thick tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth as her nostrils flexed, swirling and savoring the other girl's smell. It was complex. Warm and red and exciting with hints of pale purple anxiety.
Shaking her head, Lola staggered towards the bathroom. She raised her hand to her aching jaw, rubbing her chin while clawing her cheek and neck. The thin padding covering her palm scratched against the stubble dotting her skin. Veins of gold cracked her tawny eyes.
Lola hesitated at the entrance to the bathroom, staring towards the living room as if she could see through the walls. Her body burned. Yearned for touch with a million live nerve endings screaming to be stroked. To be clawed. Licked. Kissed. She growled, dragging her hand against the doorframe where she rested her free hand. Shards of wood showered against her body.
Hard. Hard to think. Think. Need. Need something, she thought to herself while breathing even more deeply. She pulled her hand away from the door to grab her choker, rubbing the studs with her padded thumb.
Tears widened in the back of Lola's shirt to show fur spreading over her spine as it rose in a short wave that forced her down to her knees. She planted her hands to the floor, snarling while lowering her chest and raising her ass when it cracked loudly. Her hips twisted and the flesh above the crack of her ass cheeks raised when the tip of her newly freed tail was forced outward by the growth of new verterbrae.
She pushed back, sliding her toes against the floor. The tips of her well trimmed toenails caught against the old hardwood, scoring the wood when they began to extend, pushed out to wide, sharpened points while growing darker with each passing second. Her toes throbbed painfully in time with her heart beat. They swelled to fit the growth of her new claws.
Just when Lola thought the pain had passed, ligaments stretched, yanking at bones to widen her forefeet. Black hairs pierced the smooth skin on the balls of her feet. They grew beneath her toes, tracing a slow pattern that outlined the broad, rounded triangular shape of her paw pads before fatty tissue forced the skin outward. The hairs growing along the bottom of her feet spread up between her toes and around to the top.
Veins stood out on Lola's powerful, bulging calves as she stretched herself to the limits. Her fishnet stockings broke around her legs as the muscles grew dense. Scattered fur showed through the fine mesh webbing. She trembled, growling with her long ears bent and her face forward. Her tail curled above her shorts to match her stretch.
Pulled tight against her increasing bulk, her shorts clearly outlined her puffy labia. The black fabric showed a darker line where her pussy soaked into them and it spread as she continuously tensed the muscles within her vagina. The pink flesh tightened, slipping together to rub nerves against nerves until she thought she might orgasm without touching herself.
The spreading wet spot at the seat of her shorts tore, giving some small relief to the pressure of her shorts digging into her sides. The tear widened when her ass cheeks expanded - muscle pushing against fat to force them through the gap. Her panties snapped, dangling beneath her to show her bare pussy, half concealed by fur spreading over her crotch.
Lola's inner lips, normally well hidden by her outer labia, were exposed. The soft pink flesh glistened from her cum. Black streaks lined the pink, created when her body healed the stretch marks caused by their expansion. The thin lips were fleshy now and the black lines spread slowly as they continued to grow.
When the cramps subsided in her feet, she pulled her legs in to kneel while resting her forehead against the doorframe. Her breathing came quickly. Ragged and raw and hungry. Her left breast lay exposed and the still erect nipple brushed against the cool paint, teasing her with every inhaled breath.
She remembered something. A ritual. To- to- Lola growled and shook her head. She'd forgotten why she'd come to the bathroom. Complex thoughts were impossible to form and grasp. None of it mattered.
Her claws bit hard into the wall, puncturing the drywall with ease and scoring them as she pulled herself up. Her biceps flexed, pushing against her thick forearm muscles until she took her hands away.
"Aniyaaaahhrrr," Lola growled. She took a step, standing on her forefeet, cushioned by the thick padding and her claws clicked loudly against the wood floor. Lola snarled, reaching to grab her exposed breast with one hand. Fur covered her lower belly, bushy and thick and too much for her shorts to hide. Her other hand slid down, scratching at her flattened, unformed teats before slipping beneath the band of her shorts. Her zipper broke, leaving her torn shorts barely clinging to her body.
The girl pawed at her pussy. The tip of her obsidian claw brushed her asshole as she rubbed herself. She pinched her nipple, pulling it to luxuriate in the sharp, intense sensation while rubbing her pussy lips with the bulging padding on her finger. Her breathing hitched when her palm dragged against her clit. The skin of her hood gathered, wrinkling until it was pushed forward to cover her exposed clit, forcing it down towards her swelling inner lips.
Lola stalked toward the living room. She raised her hand to lap at her pussy juices, licking them with loud strokes of her tongue until she was clean.
Aniya stood when Lola's loud claws and growling breathing announced her presence.
"It worked," Aniya gasped. She pressed her hands to her mouth, scared for a moment until she saw the distant, lust filled look in Lola's eyes. "Lola?"
Lola growled. She took another step, lifting her chin as her black nostrils opened and closed with loud huffs of her breath.
"How do you feel?" Aniya asked nervously.
Instead of answering, Lola lowered herself to the floor, settling on her hands and feet. Her foot-long tail swished behind her as she slowly walked to her roommate on all fours. Aniya backed up slowly until she bumped into their recliner. Her slender chest rose and fell quickly while her eyes tracked Lola and red burned in her cheeks. She couldn't look away from the other woman's carelessly exposed nipple or the perfect shape of her smaller breast, sparsely covered by streaks of long hairs.
"Lola, you-" Aniya said until her throat seized.
Lola stretched before Aniya, pressing her face into Aniya's crotch. Lola huffed and her golden eyes flicked up to Aniya's face. With a low, long growl that wavered into a moan, Lola opened her mouth. Her tongue flattened against Aniya's crotch and Aniya reached out qucikly, grasping Lola's short black hair in a tight fist.
Drool dripped from Lola's tongue as she sawed it back and forth and Aniya found herself matching the other girl's strokes until she pressed herself into Lola's face to grind her clit against Lola's nose.
Claws reached up to grip Aniya's side, drawing blood as they cut into her skin beneath her loose pajamas. Aniya hissed and her eyes fluttered, rolling back as she enjoyed the mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck yes fuck I can't oh OH OH FUCK! I can't fuck fuck believe it worked OH OH SHIT YES OH FUU-!" Aniya bucked and mewled as she came. The fantasies she'd carried for years was made flesh before her and the imagery shoved her over the edge.
Lola's claws dragged down Aniya's side, pulling her pajamas and panties down to expose her. Lines of red appeared as tiny droplets of blood welled to the surface from Lola's razor sharp claws. Reaching around, her paw pads compressed against Aniya's pert little ass until she clenched and pulled and growled. Aniya screamed when Lola's rough tongue rolled and flexed and forced its way into her pussy. She bent for a better position, moving her hand to grip Lola's ruff.
"Fuck me, bitch," Aniya said sharply. "Sorry, not- not that kind of- oh oh oh OH GOD AGAIN AGAIN OH GOD!"
Another orgasm exploded as Aniya stared down at the fangs and the fur covering Lola's face. Her roommate's humanity was gone and what was left was intoxicating to her. The thought that she was being eaten out by a werewolf was driving her mad with desire. She burned with the thought of the fierce, ferocious, powerful beast taking her.
A small growl escaped Aniya's lips and she smiled while leaning her head back. The wounds on her hips and thighs healed, leaving no scars behind. Soft blonde hairs emerged in their place.
"Your- your turn," Aniya said, panting as she felt her body grow warm. She gripped Lola's head and pulled, snarling when Lola refused to move. Lines of gold marred her blue eyes. "Come. Come here. I want to taste you. I've waited so long. So long for something so impossible."
Lola allowed herself to be pulled. She stood, towering over Aniya with cum and drool coating the fur on her chin and cheeks, slicking them to her face. Aniya held Lola's paw, rubbing the padding and silky hairs as she led her to their couch. She turned and pushed, forcing Lola to sit back before kneeling.
"I- nnngh," Aniya groaned. She grinded her teeth together while shaking her head and bowing between Lola's legs. Her cheeks and ears burned, but the pain radiating from her back was the worst of it. She rolled forward as her spine popped. Soft blonde stubble grew between her flexing, bulging shoulder blades before spreading down and then up. She gasped, throwing her head back with her mouth open. She tasted blood when her canines crowded her small mouth, pushing against their neighboring teeth as they began to lengthen.
With a sharp, painful twist, her tailbone cracked and she screamed.
"Wha- what is-" Aniya said, raising her hand. Blonde hairs covered the skin and the tips of her fingers were swollen. Her clear nails were gray and bulging. The woman's golden eyes widened as she turned her hand to see more fur on her palm and the thin callus of her expanding padding.
"No!" Aniya shouted. "I'm not- I'm not supposed to-! I have to stop-"
Lola growled impatiently. She reached out, gripping Aniya's head to force her down. Aniya growled in return and resisted but Lola's strength was immense. Aniya's nose pressed against Lola's pussy. Aniya reached up by reflex to wrap her arms around Lola's legs and the blonde hairs spreading over her forearms tangled with Lola's black fur. Corded muscle stood out on Aniya's arms as she huffed, inhaling the scent of her roommate's pussy.
It was captivating. As Aniya felt the wolf stalking in her skull, devouring her rationality, she found herself mesmerized by the shape of Lola's pussy. Even as she watched, the inner lips filled out, bulbous and thick as they rolled and pushed against her outer labia, betraying her arousal. Black lips blooming through the wild tangle of black fur.
By reflex, Aniya reached down. She jolted when she felt the thick curls of her own fur spreading over her previously shaved mound, but she moaned and pulled at them before reaching further to touch her own pussy. She whined when she felt her own lips moving against her fingers and then moaned when her tail curved to tap her folding pussy.
Lola's scent filled her as the edges of her nose separated into slits. Dark lines filled her soft lips. Fractured lines rose on her nose when it was pulled forward by the bones moving in her jaw. Her ears bounced and bent, already drawn to sharp points that flicked when her long hair brushed against them.
"Have to- have to stop-" she whispered before moaning and bending forward. Her tongue slid from her black lips to surround Lola's bulging spade. Aniya growled and reached, clawing at Lola's pussy to spread her open and force her lengthening tongue inside.
She lost herself to it, swirling her tongue rapidly, grinding it against Lola's clit, hidden beneath the fleshy skin. Her long tongue slapped against Lola's asshole - something that would normally turn Aniya off, but she didn't care now. Drool and cum flung against the blonde fur spreading over her expanding cheeks as she ate out Lola eagerly. Her short tail swung back and forth against the skin on her bare ass.
Aniya freed one hand to reach between her legs once more. She pushed, forcing her claw inside as her pussy clamped against it. Bending her finger, she rubbed the ribbed flesh just past the opening while sucking Lola's thick pussy awkwardly into her half muzzle. Growling and snarling, Aniya worked her tongue faster and faster as Lola began to shake.
Lola's orgasm built quickly. She bounced her feet against Aniya's back with her trembling toes spread while gripping the other girl's head, forcing her down hard against her pussy. Her free hand reached up, tearing at the choker before slamming her fist down at the couch to claw the faux leather arm. She rocked into Aniya's eager muzzle, adjusting to find the right position until Aniya folded her tongue and pushed, forcing it inside.
Aniya's tongue filled Lola's pussy. It flexed within, rubbing every whorl and ridge at the entrance. Lola threw her head back as the storm broke and her orgasm exploded. She howled, mouth wide and her claws tearing at Aniya's hair and fur. And still, the smaller wolf girl eagerly worked, excited at her partner's pleasure and desperate to provide more.
Bitch, Aniya had called Lola before, meaning it in the sense of a female dog. Trying the word out in a moment of excitement at seeing a werewolf. Fantasies made reality. Many nights she'd spent masturbating to the thought of a shewolf taking her. Whispering with hitched breath about being mounted as her fingers worked furiously between her thighs.. Now, as her mind began to fade, she realized that she was wrong - she was Lola's bitch. She hadn't meant to infect herself. She didn't even know it was possible. Her eyes strayed to the choker briefly. It was broen. No longer worn. And still she could see Lola's face changing, stretching out into a full muzzle.
The spell had lied. It had said the choker would hold the form, but would cause her to revert when removed. That Lola wouldn't be a true werewolf, simply in the form of one temporarily. But, as she felt her own fur spreading and her muscles bulking, she realized her error. And as Lola howled from another orgasm, she realized she didn't care.
Aniya's last thought before she lost herself completely to the rutting beast taking her over was that she belonged to Lola completely and her dream had been fulfilled.
Comments
Heather Graham
Any particular reason? I always like knowing what parts people like and why for reference in the future. But, also, thank you for the compliment even though it's been posted for a bit!
Wolfizen
Re-reading this as I often do. Just wanted to share my love for this particular moment π₯° "She tried to sit back to see how her bust would increase, but instead, found her spreading her legs further and curving her back even more. Β The urge to slide a hand into her shorts to touch herself was painfully difficult to ignore."
