It took a while for everyone to calm down enough to share their stories. As it turned out, Leila and Brittany's experience hadn't been too different from Brad and Emily's. A camping trip had gone bad when the two women had gotten lost, and only made worse after Brittany had accidentally kicked over a small beaver dam as the pair were crossing a river. Ever since then, she had started to change. Just like Emily.
They knew they had to resume their search, but they also knew that neither Emily nor Brittany were in any state to keep looking. So Brad and Leila decided they would look for help while the two stayed at the camp to rest and recover their strength. The pair headed off, leaving behind the bear woman, the beaver woman, and a mighty awkward silence between them.
For the first hour neither woman spoke, though Emily could feel Brittany constantly glance her way, making her feel very self conscious. She knew that she was further changed than Brittany was, and probably served as a grim warning for what was in store for the other girl. She shifted her bulky body and tried to cover her breasts with her arms, aware of how large she was. How... animal.
As the sun went down and the fireflies came out, Brittany shifted uncomfortably in her own seat. While it was true that she had at first regarded Emily with fear and disgust, she found herself getting used to the bear woman's appearance. In fact, the more she looked at Emily's features—her soft fur, her large frame, her full breasts—the more attractive she found her. She felt her thoughts drifting to images of the two of them together, Emily holding her in her mighty arms, pressing her against her body, her muzzle lapping at the dampness between Brittany's own furry thighs...
“Brittany? Are you... are you all right?” Emily asked when she noticed the other woman squirm and give a soft moan. The beaver woman looked up at her and for a moment she said nothing. Then she got to her feet and began to approach.
“Yeah,” Brittany said softly. “Just a little lonely, I guess...”
Emily didn't reply right away. Though it was hard to see much in the darkness, she could see the curves of Brittany's body illuminated in the firefly's glow. Could hear Brittany's deep breathing. Could smell her musky scent.
“M-maybe you should sit back down...” she said weakly. She didn't know why, but Brittany's presence was getting her own pulse racing, was making her own body tingle with anticipation.
“Why?” Brittany replied, her voice nearly a whisper. “I... think I'd much rather be here. With you.” She reached out and placed a soft paw-like hand on one of Emily's tits.
“Ohhh...” the bear woman moaned, eyelids fluttering. “No... don't... don't...” She wanted to tell Brittany to stop. That it was wrong and she was with Brad. But as Brittany softly stroked Emily's nipple, the bigger woman found herself tongue tied, the words she needed to say a jumble in her mouth. All that escaped was another moan. “Ohhh.”
“Mm,” Brittany said, her own lust building in her body. As she rubbed at Emily's breast she felt her hand brush against something wet and sticky: remnants of the honey that Emily had greedily lapped up hours ago. She let out a little giggle and began to further smear the gooey substance along Emily's breasts, imagining that great big tongue lapping away. “Mm, big bear...” she said dreamily as her own body began to respond to the lustful magic washing over her. “Mmmy big, sexy bear...”
Emily tried once again to respond, to tell Brittany to stop, but her willpower was quickly crumbling away under the feeling of those soft paws stroking her tits and the sweet smell of honey. Honey mixed with the damp musk of a very eager beaver.
Tags: transformation, anthro transformation, bear transformation, beaver transformation, breast expansion, multi-breasts, weight gain, clothes ripping, mental transformation, magic, pleasure
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Story by b-ridge |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Wang |
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