I shook my head. “Not going anywhere, Cathy.”
“Mmhh...” she moaned softly, “suit yourself..the show's about..about to start..” Her nipples were rock hard, and she smiled again. “My body's tingling all over. That's how..mmhh..” she moaned again.. “That's how it starts..”
She began panting again, gasping quickly. Sweat began to glisten on her skin. “My..my pussy's getting hotter..god..” I looked down and saw it nearly sparkling with drops of arousal. Her clit had swollen a bit, pushing just slightly past her folds.
She looked at me, and her eyes changed from ice blue to a bright yellow. Her lips curled back, and I saw that her teeth had started to sharpen and grow. I saw the pointed tips of her ears stretching and pushing through her hair. Holy shit. It was my fantasy, and it was coming to life in front of me! I immediately got ragingly hard, becoming all too aware of the confining denim of my jeans.
The rustling sound of fur growing filled the room, along with the first pops of reshaping flesh. “Oh...rrrrrmmmmrrrhhhhh” she moaned louder, with a deeper, animalistic tone. She twitched, pistoning her pelvis up and down, and I saw that her hips were swelling, and that the fur I'd heard was blossoming between her thighs. “It f-feelssss...soo...good...my pussy...ch-changing..” she stuttered and groaned. The room filled with the scent of her sweat and her musky core.
More fur rushed across her stomach, up to her chest and to her breasts as she writhed. Her pussy was twitching madly, and her tucked-away labia stretched and distended slightly. A steady stream of lubricating fluids and cum began to roll down her thighs. Cathy grabbed roughly at one breast as they began to swell, pinching and tugging at the nipple. The other hand found its way between her legs and rubbed fast and hard. “Watch me...watch me J-J-Jamessss..” she said, her voice rough and deep. “Watch..watch meeee..ch-change!” She roared as she buried two fingers into herself, and the room erupted with the sound of muscle growing and her body warping.
“Holy shit..” I said quietly. I was somehow impossibly harder. Her rib cage snapped and widened as her torso swelled. Four more complementary breasts began to emerge from her sweaty and half-furred skin, and her free hand roamed across them, tugging and toying with her new nipples. Her legs stretched, and she held one up so I could watch as her toenails grew into claws and more golden fur grew down her legs.
She let out a yelp of half-pleasure and half-pain, and pulled her fingers out of herself, which had sprouted talons, and I saw a drop of blood hit the floor along with the puddled juices. She rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up as her feet and hands finished their transformation to a more paw-like state, albeit one that still had non-fused fingers and toes.
Her swollen tits wobbled as her spine popped, and her arms and legs rippled with freshly growing muscles. My cock hurt now from how hard it was and how confined it was. As her changes continued, I couldn't help myself. With shaking hands, I undid my jeans and my cock eagerly popped out of the flap in my boxers. I wrapped a hand around myself and began to tug.
Cathy seemed to smile at me, and her bestial eyes looked right at my erection. She gritted her jaw as it began to slide out, and her forehead thickened and receded. Her mouth began to push out into a muzzle, and the tip of her nose flattened out, becoming black and leathery. Simultaneously, she waved her ass back and forth, and I saw first the nub of a tail popping out, and then the whole thing pushed out with a wet noise, like a balloon popping. The sounds of her change began to subside, though I kept playing with myself, still aroused beyond all reasonable measure. She let out a howl, and then stood up, a full eight feet tall. I hadn't thought about how tall that was, particularly when I was sitting down. She towered over me.
Immediately, I felt myself go flacid. She stared at me; her nostrils flared as she sniffed the air. This was the terror she spoke of. It practically paralyzed me. It was painfully obvious how easily she could snuff my life out. She advanced, leaning down and sniffing my neck more closely. She herself smelled of sex and wet animal. As strange as it sounds, it wasn't an unpleasant aroma. In fact, I liked it quite a lot. But still, my instinct was telling me to run. An instinct she'd told me to suppress.
She let out a growl, then took a step away, still considering me.
Then..