t was wrong. So wrong. And yet all Emily could do was writhe and moan in pleasure as her fat, furry, nakedness was squeezed and caressed by the nimble little fingers of the other transforming woman.
“God,” Brittany huffed to herself, her voice an excited chitter. “So fuckin sexy. Big bear... gettin' me... hahhh horny...” She quickly slipped a finger in between her own legs, rubbing eagerly at her sopping sex. If she noticed how thick and hairy her pussy had grown in only a matter of minutes, she paid it no heed as she rubbed away. All the while, her body continued to shrink and change as she surrendered further to the lustful magics ensorcelling her.
Emily, for her part, tried to put up more of a fight. Tried to resist that raw sensual need between her furry thighs, but it just felt too good. It just felt too right, being a big, sexy bear, having her most basic, most carnal needs seen to. “Stur... stuhrp...” she huffed, but that feeble attempt at a protest was drowned by her own heavy panting.
Brittany's own panting matched that of the bear woman. By now fur covered her body in its entirety, not that she much noticed or cared at this point. Her red hair began to fall from her head strand by strand, signs of humanity no longer appropriate on the increasingly animalistic beaver. Still, all she did was shift her posture to accommodate her shrinking frame and widening hips, while behind her her tail slapped against the forest floor in excitement. As the moments passed by, Brittany became less and less human, both body and mind changing irrevocably into a creature more suited for the forest, her words devolving to a wild chittering that echoed into the treetops above.
This transformation went unnoticed by Emily, who had struggles enough to deal with on her own. Fur continued to travel along her breasts and belly, spurred on by the waves of magical lust overwhelming her crumbling resistance. “Nurr...” she grumbled, then rolled her bulky body into a standing position. If she had more presence of mind, she might have been alarmed to discover that “standing” for her now involved the use of all four legs instead of just two, but her thoughts were coming in a confused jumble as she tried to make sense of things. Tried to focus past the pleasure of beaver tongues lapping at her sex, tried to remember that this was all wrong and that she wasn't a big sexy bear but a beautiful human woman named... named... (why was it so hard to remember?)... named...
“Emily!” a familiar voice cried from the bushes, snapping her attention back to the present moment, and the unavoidable realities of her situation.
Tags: transformation, feral transformation, bear transformation, beaver transformation, weight gain, mental transformation, magic, pleasure
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Story by b-ridge |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Wang |
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