Melinda headed home, feeling quite satisfied with herself. The tatoo had barely hurt at all, though now it was beginning to itch. She simply figured it was part of the healing process, and paid it little mind.
She got home, and took a quick shower,grabbing a small bit of food to eat as well. She couldn't help but notice that the tattoo had begun to throb a bit, but still she paid it no mind. She was rather preoccupied, in her defense; she had a date.
Melinda threw on a loose-fitting shirt, wearing a two-piece bikini under it, and tight-fitting shorts. She ran quickly out to her car, and headed for the beach, seeing the sun already beginning to set and realizing she was running a bit late.
She drove as quickly as she could, her pulse racing in anticipation of her secret date. She was to meet her friend Jenna tonight. She and Jenna had always been close, but in recent weeks had become rather intimate with one another. Their friendship of seven years had developed into a physical attraction, which had blossomed into a love affair over the past few weeks. They had to be careful, though, as Jenna's boyfriend Tony had begun to get a bit suspicious of them. They'd already discussed giving him a threesome, in hopes of him sanctioning their passions.
The sun had set by the time Melinda got to the beach, but Jenna was still waiting for her. Jenna was a long-legged red head, standing about six feet tall, with pale skin dotted with freckles. They exchanged a long embrace and a lingering kiss.
"I was beginning to worry about you," Jenna told her.
"Sorry I'm late, I got a tattoo today," Melinda said.
"Ooh, I wanna see!" Jenna said excitedly.
Melinda peeled off the shirt, proudly displaying her pitbull tattoo to Jenna, not realizing the moon (only half-full) had begun to peek over the night sky.But its rays had not yet reached her skin. Jenna admired the fresh tattoo, then took Melinda's hand, leading her closer to the waves for a walk down the beach.
They walked for a bit, hands intertwined, talking about various things quite insignificant for the purposes of this story. Suffice it to say that they walked for about twenty minutes. As they walked, the moon rose higher in the sky, until its rays finally fell upon Melinda's bare skin, infusing the tattoo with its magickal power.
Melinda grew increasingly aware of a lust building up inside of herself, and a growing moistness between her thighs. She fought the urge for a bit, until it grew unbearable, then she gave into it. She pulled Jenna to the ground, covering her in passionate kisses, unaware of the black and brown fur beginning to sprout from the tattoo.
"Melinda! What are you...ohhhhhhhh...." Jenna tried to protest, but quickly was reduced to a series of moans, as Melinda tugged her bikini bottom off and began to perform a series of oral ministrations to her.
Jenna, lost in the passion, didn't notice Melinda's arms growing furrier by the second, nor how her nose had acquired a rather wet, leathery quality. Melinda's breathing had become ragged, her chest heaving as it began to thicken and her spine reshaped. Her brow became thicker as it sloped back, and her ears seemed to migrate from the side of her head up closer to the top.
Melinda was vaguely aware of what was happening but simply didn't care. Blinded by lust and passion, this simply seemed natural, a sort of extension of herself. Moreso, the change felt GOOD, with barely any discomfort. She orgasmed several times as her vagina bloomed fur and reshaped.
Her tail forced her bottoms off, as the thin strings burst off due to the pressure from her tail blossoming, and her top fell away as her spine bowed. Melinda experienced a few more mini orgasms as her breasts shrank, and four new ones grew,each with a sensitive nipple. Melinda new she was becoming something, but she didn't really care, focused on the dripping honeyhole in front of her.
Jenna realized something wasn't right when she felt Melinda's face stretching deeper into her than she ever had before. She pulled away, sitting up, now seeing the final moments of Melinda's change, her snout snapping fully into place, her breasts final shudder, the last few places of fur growing in. The pitbull advanced on her, again lowering her head eagerly, wanting more. And Jenna couldn't have been more aroused, which shocked her a bit. But Jenna knew she'd come this far, and there was really no turning back.
So Jenna reclined back, raising her mound towards her canine friend, welcoming her back between her thighs, and let her lick until she was exhausted.
About four am, Jenna led the dog to her car, and Jenna drove her to Melinda's house, where they waited until sunrise. Jenna had a feeling that the change would reverse when the sun came up, and her instinct was right. Watching the change reverse itself, Jenna found herself lusting again, finding the events too arousing to be believed.
Melinda, however had a quiet depression about herself, refusing to say much more than, "Take me back to my car please," not even commenting on what had happened the night before.
"I'll call you later, Mel," Jenna said, giving her a reassuring hug and a peck on the lips. Melinda just nodded, seeming quite preoccupied.