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Truffle Hunters
🕑 Added 2021-01-20 00:42:18 +0000 UTCSo, uhhh, I was browsing around on FA and saw a picture I'd liked before from xopetotec and I felt the urge to write something about it. That happens sometimes and I need to get the story outta my brain. So, here you go!
Two pans sit on my stove with a slew of ingredients laid out before me. I've been practicing this recipe for weeks now because I'm a terrible cook but it's important to get it just right. Now I just have to-
The doorbell rings, causing me to jump so I take a moment to calm myself before going to open the door.
"John!" my sister yells, punching me in the arm and then hugging me. She turns, pushing her rolling suitcase out of the way while pointing her hand to the girl behind her. "This is Cécile."
"Hey," the girl says with absolute boredom.
I've been out of my parent's house for a few years, on my own and slowly working my way up from clerical worker to senior clerical worker while job hunting for the perfect engineering firm. Jobs are way too tight in the area and I don't have a good network of connections. I haven't seen my sister in years since she's been on the other coast but she's saved up some money to visit and tour all of our ridiculous tourist attractions. She's close to graduating college so this is her present to herself since she can't afford an overseas trip.
And she brought her new friend, too. I've already heard the horror stories from my parents. The girl is rich. Well, no, her family is and she just basks in the benefits provided. I can't see why my sister is her friend but maybe it's an Odd Couple thing, only as friends.
Oh shit. Are they a couple? No, no. My kid sister is into guys. And all the texts I've had from her and my parents reinforce that they're just friends.
But, anyway, there she is. Cécile in the flesh. A slim, blonde haired girl with icy blue eyes. Fashionable clothes that don't stand out much but I know she probably paid a few hundred dollars just for the long sleeve top she's wearing. She rolls her eyes so I smile wide and grab my sister's suitcase... and then Cécile's when she walks away from it to go inside.
"I've already cleaned up my room for you," I tell my sister. "I'll take the couch and Cécile can take the extra bedroom."
"Sounds good," Denise says, nodding and looking around with a critical eye. So, yeah, probably not a couple. "And then we'll be out of your hair tomorrow. We found an awesome room to rent downtown."
"Nice! Why don't you both get settled and I'll start on dinner," I say.
"Dinner? You're making dinner?" Denise asks, clearly flabbergasted. And then scared. She knows what I've done in the kitchen before. The horrors of burned food with bizarre mixtures of seasonings. "Let's just order food out. I thought I'd treat us tonight."
"No, no, no," I tell her. "I have a recipe I've been working on and I promise it's good. Come on, I've improved since last time. I've had to learn since I'm on my own."
"Alright," Denise said reluctantly. "But if it's bad, I'm just going to tell you. So don't get your feelings hurt."
"Sure, sure," I say, walking away. I can hear them chatting quietly while they roam around, digging through my stuff and then heading into the rooms to get set up. I'm sure my sister is expecting a bachelor's nightmare in my room but I wasn't kidding - I cleaned up everything for her. She is my kid sister and I love her to pieces.
Two pans, two separate dishes made almost exactly the same. Almost.
A black truffle sits alone on a white plate. I roll it gently with a fork and then set to work, turning dials, mixing, reading the recipe carefully, adding things and just generally trying to not burn the house down. I have learned to cook better but I'm still not great.
I can see them in the living room, on their phones but occasionally talking together. Cécile seems more reserved but that's okay. She's gorgeous with her simple gold necklace and trim body. Her clothes accentuate the few curves she has. There's no chance she'll be mistaken for a boy any time soon but she's a slim little thing.
"Food's ready!" I yell out while carefully - very, very carefully using different spatulas for pans. The smaller mixture of pasta goes onto one plate while the larger is separated onto two plates.
"I'm starved," Denise says, pulling up a chair and sitting at the small table in the corner of the living room. Cécile uses the chair next to her, furthest from where I'll sit. That's fine.
"First plate for our guest," I say, setting the plate down in front of the blonde haired girl. I make several trips after that, grabbing my food and Denise's food as well as our drinks. Until I'm finally sitting.
Cécile picks at her dinner but I can see her breathing in the scent of it. I watch her cock her head while one delicate eyebrow raises. Her nostrils widen in two quick bursts and then, finally, she spears a mixture of pasta and vegetables to bring it to her mouth. Her thin lips are coated with a pale pink lipstick, lightly applied.
"You weren't kidding, this is actually good," Denise says, giving me a little thumbs up as she tucks into the food. "How is it, Cécile?"
The girl startles. She has a fork in her mouth and her cheeks are puffed out slightly. She swallows quickly and then licks her lips. I have to hide my smile by turning my head.
"It's- it's good," she says, scooping more of the pasta. She turns to me for the first time since she's sat there. "Is there more?"
"Oh, yeah, a bit more," I tell her, watching her as she shovels food into her mouth.
"Wow," Denise tells her. "You must've been hungry. Sorry, we should've grabbed something at the airport."
"No, I-" Cécile stops with the fork in her hand. It trembles and she brings it up to her mouth to lick it clean, turning the fork over in her mouth. Her lips bulge out around it and her eyes close briefly while her nostrils widen once more to breathe in the scent of her food.
"Here," I say, grabbing her plate. "I'll get you more."
"Oh my gosh," Denise laughs. "Who is this polite guy and what have you done with my brother?! Let me help."
"No, no," I say, already walking to the kitchen. "I've got it. Sit and relax."
Cécile doesn't hesitate to immediately attack the food once I set the plate down. I distract my sister with small talk, catching up with her so she doesn't notice how strange her friend is being. The blonde haired girl is focusing intently on her food to the exclusion of everything else around her, shoveling forkfuls into her mouth as soon as she swallows the previous bite.
"Is there- uh," she stops, turning her head when she realizes she was about to ask for more.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, that's all I made," I tell her, answering the question out loud in order to drive the screw deeper. "I don't have a dishwasher but you can just put the plate on the counter."
I watch the girl bite on the inside of her bottom lip but she finally stands and carries her plate into the kitchen. In the lull in conversation while Denise finishes her own food, I turn slightly to watch Cécile as subtly as I can. She sets her plate down and then stands there. Staring at it. After a few seconds, she glances towards the table and then turns back.
I watch the prim proper blonde haired girl lean forward. She spares a second glance towards us and then bends even further to press her mouth to the plate. I can see her little tongue lapping and swirling to clean the plate of every single crumb. I cough when I hear the plate clatter but she doesn't even notice as she continues to move her head around to finish everything.
"So, do you have any fun sightseeing plans?" I ask my sister when Cécile stands up. I see her shiver and grip the edge of the counter before turning to come back to us. "Oh, Cécile, you have a bit of food on your cheek."
"Oh- I- Uhh, sorry," she says, wiping at her cheeks and mouth. Without any apparent shame, she licks the sauce from the back of her hand before sitting again.
Over the course of the rest of the dinner, I watch Cécile's face grow warm. Blood suffuses her cheeks and her eyes grew unfocused. Eventually, she excuses herself. She stalks over to the bathroom without another word and I see her hand reaching for the front of her pants before she turns the corner. When she returns, she seems even more out of sorts and I'm sure I could smell the scent of her sex.
The rest of the evening passes quickly enough and the two girls decide to call it a night. I crash on the couch as promised with a book in my hand - a trashy urban fantasy book with the stereotypical badass heroine that doesn't take shit from anyone. They're my weakness.
A few hours pass before the second bedroom door opens. Cécile steps into the living room dressed in shiny baby blue silk pajamas. She jumps a little when she sees me, even though she knew I'd be out here.
"Something wrong?" I ask, suppressing my grin as best as I could.
"I'm- Do you- I'm just feeling a little peckish," she finishes, squirming under my gaze.
"Oh, sure," I say, marking my spot. "Let's see what we can find."
I lead her into the kitchen and she follows, still fidgeting and twitching.
"Let's see... I have apples, some crackers, different kinds of chips- oh, those are probably pretty trashy for someone like you," I say, laughing lightly.
"N- no," she tells me and I turn to see her mouth open. "Can I?"
I nod and she grabs an apple, biting into it as soon as she brings it to her mouth. She eats the entire thing without stopping and then pulls back her sleeve to lick the juices that run down her arm. I pass her a bag of chips and she tears into them, shoving her face into the opening with a cute little huffing noise. She eats a few like that, grabbing them with her mouth before pulling back and taking the rest with her fingers.
While she eats, I make her a sandwich with a glass of milk and another apple. She takes it without a word and I sit back to watch.
Her slim little ass slowly, slowly begins to fill out. I can see the back of her pants moving and she moans quietly when the silk brushes the bare skin beneath. It's amazing to watch, honestly, and I felt myself growing hard so I massage my dick a bit when she bends over to eat the sandwich without her hands.
Cécile's hips follow, filling out and pulling the waist of her pajamas tight against her side. The pajamas cling to her new figure, tight between her larger ass and waist. She's still small but now her curves are pronounced and her ass jiggles a little when she shoves the plate around on the counter with her nose.
I walk forward, resting my hand on her ass and she squeals lightly in surprise. Her skin is warm beneath the pajamas and I caress her lightly until she bumps back into my hips, pressing my cock between her cheeks.
"You like that, don't you?" I ask and she nods while finishing the last bite. My hand slides up, along her firm back but I pull away and step back when she tries to eat the apple. She turns to look back at me, eyes half-lidded with arousal and lust and her cheeks and ears blazing red.
"I- uh- uh- I-" she's touching herself and I see a little wet spot at the front of her pajamas when she turns to face me.
I walk to her and she opens her mouth while lifting her chin but I simply grab the apple behind her and hand it to her.
"Hungry little pigs should finish their meals," I tell her.
She moans at my words, rubbing her thighs together before she takes the apple, crunching into it like a woman possessed. Little chunks and juice dribble around her hands but she doesn't care. I take it back when she tries to eat the core and she squeals unhappily, twisting her face in a pout. It's short lived, however, as she busies herself by licking her hand and arms clean. I grab my dick through my pants while watching her do it, imagining it was something else.
Finally, she sits back, panting against the counter. Her nostrils flare with every breath.
"Had enough?" I ask slyly.
"Y- yes," she answers. "I'll- I'll go back to bed. Now. Thank you."
I nod and go back to the couch while she returns to her room. When she closes the door, I count a minute and stand close by to listen. I can hear her heavy breathing and the wet slap of her hand against her body.
Grunts begin to replace the cute little gasps she was making and then she cries out but quickly muffles herself, probably with the pillow. Just a few seconds later I heard the slick, wet sounds of her fingers once more. Or a toy, perhaps.
I go back to the couch, grabbing a tissue before laying down and then masturbate before falling asleep.
---
Snuffling sounds wake me. One eye cracks open to see Cécile kneeling at the table beside the couch. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom so I turn slowly to look at the blond girl. She kneels with her back curved. Her bigger ass and wider waist drag her pajamas down to show a bit of her ass crack. A tiny little bump lay just above her generous cheeks.
She's grabbing onto the edge of the table and sniffing at the tissue I used the night before. And then I hear little wet slapping noises and bend my head slightly to see her hand down the front of her pajamas.
I turn my head back slowly and yawn, stretching my arms up in an exaggerated motion. Cécile squeals and stumbles back with her glistening wet fingers catching her fall.
"Oh, hey," I say, smacking my lips. "Good morning."
She turns and flees and I smile at her retreat.
Breakfast is simple eggs that even I can't fuck up. Denise is her usual sunny self - happy and chatty and excited about the day while her friend sits quietly next to her. I watch the blonde girl eat her food but she moves slowly, as if ensuring she eats like a proper person.
They pack shortly after and use an app to call for a car. I tell my sister to come back tomorrow to hang out, after they'd spent a day exploring and I make sure to look over at her friend when I can. Cécile was stealing glances at me but immediately turns away when I catch her eye.
They leave and I work a bit at home. There wasn't much to clean up since my sister is extremely fastidious and respectful of other people's property. My guest room, however, smells strongly of sex. Pussy, rather. And a large wet spot stains the center of the blanket.
"What a slutty little..." I laugh.
Later that evening I get a call from my sister and that surprises me.
"Hey, what's up, brat?" I ask.
"Oh, well, Cécile's going back home," she says, causing me to panic a little bit. "She said-"
"Ah, hold on," I say when my doorbell chimes. I mute my phone and go to the door.
Cécile stands there looking extremely awkward and uncomfortable.
"Oh, it's nothing," I say back into the phone while waving the girl inside. "Is she okay?"
"She said she wasn't feeling well," Denise sighs. "I think I'll stay the night here and then come visit tomorrow before I leave early, too. It's just not as fun by myself and I can still get some money back if I don't stay too long."
Cécile stepped into the living room with her luggage behind her. She twisted her legs and feet together in front of me. Her pants were low on her body, pulled down by her new figure to leave a little gap of smooth, bare skin on her belly.
"Hey, I'm sorry, sis. Maybe you can go another time somewhere else. So, don't feel too bad. I'll see you tomorrow then, okay?," I say, not hiding the way I'm eyeing the blonde haired girl. "Have a good night!"
"I- I don't know why-" Cécile says, looking everywhere but me when I hang up the phone. "Why I'm here but I just can't- I need-"
"Do you want something to eat?" I ask. "I can make more of the dinner from-"
"Yes! Yes, please!" she interrupts. Her eyes light up and she reaches for me but pulls back at the last minute.
"Okay," I nod. "But why don't you keep me company?"
"Oh. Okay, yes, sure," she says, following me into the kitchen.
It takes longer to prepare this time since I thought I wouldn't see her for another day. I gather all the ingredients from the fridge and my little pantry but when I open the fridge, I hear Cécile take deep, groaning breaths. I turn to see her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flexing. A little bit of drool forms at the corner of her mouth. She goes to the fridge and shoves her head in with her ass raised. I admire it as she presses her nose and face against different containers.
Her ass bounces suddenly as she lets out a happy little cute squeal. I kneel next to her, rubbing her ass and slipping my hand beneath the waistband. I feel her shiver against me but she arches her back further.
"What'd you find, girl?" I ask softly, cupping her ass and squeezing. I can feel the heat from between her thighs.
She reaches for a tupperware and picks it up, casting her eyes down as she hands it to me.
"Good girl," I tell her, squeezing her ass once more before standing.
"You- you shouldn't," she says but she stumbles when I open the container and sits back against the fridge with a strange mixture of a squeal and a moan.
Two truffles remain in the container.
"I thought I'd make you dinner with one of these," I say. "Would you like that? Do you want a truffle with your food?"
"Yesssss," she moans, clawing at her thighs.
"Pigs like truffles, don't they?" I say, a little too on-the-nose but I didn't care.
"I- I- I don't know," she stutters. Her little chest is raising and falling so fast.
"They do," I assure her as I picked one of them up with tongs. "And you like them, don't you?"
"God. God, yes!" she whimpers, her eyes tracking the truffle as I begin to carefully slice it.
"Then, well, aren't you a pig?" I asked.
"No!" she squeals in indignation.
"I think you are," I tell her while working. "I think you're a greedy little slutty pig."
"Noooo," she moans, her voice barely a whisper.
The smell of the food cooking makes Cécile gasp. Her hands, clenched to her thighs, scratches at her stomach.
"Have you ever seen pigs wear clothes?" I ask, eyeing her sideways as I move the food around with a spatula.
"No," she tells me, licking her lips while watching the pan.
"Then, you shouldn't, either, should you?"
"I- I-"
Her hands clutch at the button on her pants. She toys with it until it pops free. The zipper slides down slowly and she pushes, her eyes never leaving the stove. She struggles a little to get the pants past her hips and ass and it jiggles when she finally does. The girl tugs them down before stepping out and standing in her panties. They were little white things, so small on her body and low on her hips.
I wait, adding a few vegetables to the pan and pushing them all around. Waiting. Finally, she pulls at the bottom of her shirt, sliding it up her smooth, flat belly and over with her arms raised. Her bra matches her panties with a little curl of lace at the top of the cups that barely hide her little pink nipples.
And still she never stops staring at the food.
"Why don't you sit down?" I tell her. "It's just about done."
She bites her lip but nods and walks towards the living room but I stop her, touching her arm gently.
"No, here," I say, pointing at the ground. "Pigs don't eat at tables. Sit here, on the floor."
Cécile looks confused for a moment, brushing her hair away from her face with her brow furrowed.
"But-" she says before stopping and flexing her nose.
"Here," I say, scooping food onto her plate. More drool forms at the corner of her mouth. I bend and lay the plate on the floor. The girl sits before the plate and looks at me questioningly. "No utensils. Gosh, you know that, Cécile. Pigs don't use utensils."
"Oh," she says, leaning forward to try to eat. "I- I can't."
"Of course you can't like that," I laugh, squatting beside her.
I rub her back while she leans forward to her hands and knees. Her hair falls down around her head as she eagerly bends forward to eat the food from the plate. She bows her back against my hand and I slide it higher until I touch the band of her bra. It takes a moment of work but I unhook the clasps and pull the bra away.
I can smell her again and I lean back to see a thin wet strip in the seat of her panties. I bent close to her ear and whisper, "Are you getting wet, little piggie?"
She squeals in reply but continues to eat and I rub down her body. My fingers click against her lower back. She moans and shivers and I massage her deeply, feeling the bones shift before the bump begins to push out further. Her little tiny tail is so smooth and pink. I pull it gently and she shivers, pausing mid bite to push her body against mine.
"Do you like that?" I ask curiously, pulling again.
"Yesssss," she moans. "What is- it feels sooooo-"
It was growing in my fingers, slipping through them until it was long enough to curl. I play with it again and watch the wetness spread on her panties.
"Here, I'll help you," I murmur while gently pulling at her underwear, sliding it down her smooth legs. She moans and groans and grunts. Three clear lines attached themselves to the seat and her hairless pussy until I pull the panties far enough that they snap. She lifts her legs one at a time until I pull them free.
Cécile's ass cheeks spread apart. I want to touch her so bad. To kiss her and take her but I wait, caressing her ass while she pushes harder and harder into me. The plate clatters against the tile and she begins to crawl, chasing after it when it slides while she cleans it with her tongue. The plate stops in the corner of the kitchen and she grunts, working her head around the plate until it was clean. Her curly little tail flopped and wiggled as she worked. When a noodle falls to the floor, she doesn't hesitate to lick it up. It makes me glad that I moped before they arrived.
Finally, she sits back and snorts.
"Oh! I'm- I'm-" she says, crossing her arms.
"Naked, I know," I tell her. "Remember? Pigs don't wear clothes, Cécile."
"But- but I'm not," she says, confused. "I'm- ohhh. Oh goooood."
The girl trembles and falls back against the wall with her hands on the floor beneath her. Little blonde hairs pierce her swollen, reddened labia. I can't help but touch myself as I watch, squeezing and pumping my dick through my pants when the hairs spread outward to her inner thighs and then up, creeping over her mound and over to her hips. They grow in a wide triangle with the peak raising towards her belly button, short and silky and golden.
Cécile pants with her mouth open. She stares down at herself and then moans. Clear drops of her cum leak from her pussy as she drags her fingers through the fine hairs. She spreads her legs, wipes her fingers in her wetness and rubs her clit. She squeals loudly and rocks her body, raising her chest before slouching again.
Now I noticed little spots on her belly, on either side of the arm draped over the middle of her stomach. She brushes one of the spots and groans, lifting her knees to press them together. The skin beneath the points grows soft and loose before slowly filling out. The little points widen before the skin tightens into wrinkles. And then they push out, lengthening into teats.
I can't help myself. I unzip my pants to pull my dick free to pump while watching her milk come in. The teats swell and jiggle as she jerks her hand. She squeals loudly and her hips buck from an orgasm but she doesn't stop. Her nipples were growing longer and even the ones on her tits were extending.
"I'm- I'm- I'm-" Cécile grunted. "Don't- don't watch- don't watch me-"
But she opens her thighs and stares at me - at my cock as I pump it in front of her. More drool pools at the corner of her mouth and she shoves a finger inside her glistening sex while twisting her head.
"Soooo gooooood," she moans. Her hand slaps against her pussy and her cum flings against her thighs and the hairs over her mound. "Feels sooo good. You smell- you smell so- amazing."
The drool slides from her lips when they push away from her mouth. I stare into her beautiful face to see her lower canines grow, sliding up from her gums into cute little tusks. She grunts and snorts, kicking her feet to lift her hips when another orgasm washes over her.
A clear pool of her cum gathers beneath her ass.
"Need- Need-" she reaches for me. With her arm out of the way, I can see a spray of blonde hairs between her breasts.
I don't answer but instead speed up. I was close, so close. So... Now I grunted as I orgasm, tilting my dick so I can cover her with my cum. Ropes of it fling outward over her tits and teats and the strange pubic hair. She snorts and squeals and thrusts both hands against her pussy, shoving and rubbing frantically.
"Ruh- ruh- reeeeeeee!" Cécile squeals even louder. A thick stream of clear liquid squirts from her quivering pussy as her thick ass bounces on the tile beneath her. She snorts and bucks and moans before collapsing against the wall.
Barely a minute passes before she begins cleaning herself, greedily scooping my cum. She snorts while shoving her hands deep in her mouth and her little tusks scrape against her fingers.
"Fuck me?" she asks eventually, going to all fours and turning to raise her ass. Her little tail quivers. "Virginity. Take. Take my virginity. Inside of me."
"No," I groan, standing and covering myself. "Not yet."
She whines but I kneel beside her to stroke her hair.
"Come on," I tell her, helping her stand. "Let's get you to bed."
The girl immediately presses herself into me and grabs my dick through my pants but I guide her hand away. She twists around my hand and reaches for it again, squeezing it and moaning.
"You are a greedy little pig, aren't you?" I laugh.
"Yes," she grunts. "Yes, yes, a greedy little pig. You're greedy little pig. Oink oink."
But then she laughs and actually squeals. I take her hand and guide her to the bedroom where I pat the foot of the bed. She whimpers and touches herself, grabbing my arm to put my hand against her second row of full teats. I relent for just one moment, squeezing and pulling and she squeals happily, pushing into me again.
"No, it's bedtime," I tell her. "Be a good girl and I'll make breakfast for you. With the truffle."
She quiets herself immediately and lays in bed. I yawn and stretch and undress under Cécile's watchful eyes. I can see her arm moving and I smile at her while she masturbates. She doesn't stop when I crawl into bed and I count two bed-shaking orgasms before I pass out.
---
I wake to pleasure. Cécile lays below me. She pulled the blankets back at some point and is now licking my cock and squealing happily when it hardens. Her fingers close over the base and she pumps me quickly while kissing and sucking at the tip. I groan and grab her head, pushing her down until her mouth opens to take all of me.
She reeks of sex and... something. Something powerful. I groan as she swirls her tongue around my dick and bobs her head experimentally. She's terrible at it but I'll train her. Before I can cum, she pulls back and lays against me. Her breasts and teats surround my dick and the girl grunts while rocking back and forth.
God. They were all so incredibly soft and the spray of hair between her breasts tickles the head of my dick. I jump, over sensitive and she stops.
Now she crawls over me until she straddles me. I can feel the incredible heat between her thighs and my cock throbs while bouncing up into her pussy.
"Ruhhreeeeee-" she squeals softly, pushing down to grind against me. She leans forward to grab my hands and I bend up to suck on an offered teat. The long nipple flexes and bends in my mouth and Cécile goes wild from it. "REEEEE! REEEEEE!"
My hand reaches up to brush her cheek and hair and I feel her ears twisting. Her jaw pops against my palm and I open my eyes. Something is wrong. The bridge of her nose is cracking and lifting and pressing forward while her nostrils widen into a broad, pink spade. My fingers brush against her ears as they slip through her hair. Skin gathers from the base and up to the tip.
This shouldn't be happening yet. Why-
I turn to see that the door is open and there is black paste smeared over Cécile's mouth. She moans as my cock slips against her pussy but then lifts and reaches under herself to guide it inside. This isn't right but I can't stop myself; I'm so fucking horny.
"Oh- oh- oh- fuuuuuuck!" the girl screams when I spread her open.
Her fingers shift against my hands. I feel her pointer and index fingers pressing together while her fingernails begin to claw against my hands. She pulls them back and up to fondle her breasts so I can see the nails spreading over the tips of her fingers as the four merge into two larger digits. Her thumb widens at the same time and she squeezes herself with the strange proto-hooves.
"Gonna- gonna- guuuurrreeEEEEE!" she squeals, bucking and jerking against my cock. I groan and grab her ass by reflex, pulling her down. Her breasts and teats quiver from the impact.
She is so incredibly tight that I can't help myself. I just want to fuck her until she can't walk. I want to suck on her teats and pound into her until her belly was full with my-
I shake my head and push her off. It's wrong. Something's wrong. She falls and immediately goes to her hands and knees with her ass raised. Her smell is so strong and I'm so fucking hard. I reach down, grabbing at my ridiculously hard cock as it twists in my grip, growing thicker while curling. I push it into her and bend over her ass, grunting as I begin to pound into her. I can see her teats rocking back and forth, slapping into each other beneath her and that just tuns me on even more.
All I can think about is fucking her. That's all I care about. Just mounting her and pounding her and fucking her.
I squeal when the orgasm hits. I've never felt anything like it. Waves of pleasure course through my body as I empty my balls into her and it doesn't stop. Eventually I collapse on top of her, jerking as the orgasm continues.
After a stupidly short refractory period, she noses at my cock to clean it and I roll her over to fuck her again.
And again.
And again.
---
Cécile sleeps while I stand in my bathroom. My pubic hair has expanded and is thick and bristly. My cock is several inches longer now and slightly red. And it's twisted in an obscene way. Worse, when I look up at myself, my lower canines lay above my lips, no matter how I try to adjust my mouth.
I reach back after steeling myself for the worst but feel no tail. Instead, a thick strip of hair runs down my nape to my ass.
And that was all.
The greedy little bitch snuck out to eat the last truffle and then came to fuck me, infecting me with it. I thought I'd been so careful and now- now-
My nostrils flex and I turn to the bedroom. I- I needed- needed to-
Cécile squeals happily when I wake her for more sex. I should be terrified but it feels so fucking good to let go.
