That monster of a cock pushing out of her stunned Melissa. Sex, that milf's goat cum... She had lost herself in desire. Eyes were fully dilated, filled with a longing for release. She was so close, ready to burst. Jamie didn't even finish her off. At first she allowed the panting when she pounded into her pussy, but now it was uncontrollable. Tongue falling out of her own mouth, panting loudly like a bitch. Her face was starting to resemble a dogs, more bestial. Melissa was no fool, it was obvious what was happening. The brunette could feel her face change from the sex. It was just too much.
Black fur consuming her whole midsection. Once smooth and elegant, now was hairy and dirty. Still lying on her back, the woman finally made her move. Glancing up she got the view of her lifetime. orgy of epic proportions was happening right in front of her dilated eyes. Jess was mooing as her own father was milking her, practically naked himself as the curly haired man wanted to fuck his mate. Standing over them both was Jamie. James was dead as far as Melissa was concerned. Replacing the man she loved was this thick, tall Amazonian type of woman. This was bad. Really bad. Even in her lust filled state; Melissa could realize this wasn't good. All of them are already so far gone, how many changes do they all have left before they are.... Animals.
As this scene continued, Melissa could see something that shocked her out of this realm. It was Jess, it was the next change for her. It had to be! Jess was her own peer. They both were around the same age. So seeing what this was temporarily brought Melissa back to reality. That was a warning call, of her future if she doesn't abstain. Pulling herself up, Melissa intended to flee out of the kitchen. Afraid that Jess's new change could be an omen of her own fate.
"Girl you..Bleeaaat.", Joan could barely speak as she was so excited that the family was fucking right in front of her. She hoped Henry and Jess would have even more humiliating changes. Watching the two grab and milk Jess just did something to Joan. The call of the wild. Thoughts separated from the mother she once was to the horny goat that she fought against for so long. The painting that spoke to her, all those thoughts. What drove her of the proverbial cliff was not the sex with Jamie, or Melissa, it was Jess. Both her cock and tail were more erect now than they ever were before seeing Jess's new change. All Joan could do was fuck something, anything really to celebrate Jess and her new change. Eroticism guided her mind and body as Joan pet Melissa like a dog. Feeling of that thick black fur reminded her of how smooth this girls body used to be. It made her horny just thinking about it. Joan was crazy, but all animals are crazy in their own way.
Being pet like a dog should have pissed Melissa off. In some ways it did, but she was still sooooo horny. What was she thinking about before, something about leaving? Treated like a dog again made her think about before. How Joan teased her, made her comply to master. Was Joan master? This was so confusing. More and more she was pet, the less and less she could think straight. Joan made her feel like such a dog. Furry panting animal. Secretly back before she got trapped in this cabin with the Millers; Melissa always had desires that were in the back of her mind. She was spoiled all of her life, being the only child would do that. Treated like a goddess had it's perks, but deep down it felt boring. She wanted to be roughed up a bit, have intense sex. A man that would treat her as an equal, and not as some untouchable princess. Cabins magic perverted Melissa's own fantasy's. Making them a reality. Melissa started to tease herself as her hand rubbed at her vagina. Panting with need, she was kneeling to her master. Naked, hairy, and horny.
Melissa imagined a young man pounding into her. Driving his cock inside her. Making her feel the pleasures of being a woman. She needed this man. She needed Sex!
Bending over on all fours, Melissa presented herself to the horny goat. Lost in fog, Melissa would deal with her own actions later. Whatever her change would be, couldn't be so bad.... Right?
Bleating like a goat, Joan plunged into the brunette. Her goat cock was a perfect match for Melissa. This was relief. All the waiting, now the payoff. Joan grabbed her dog tail as she wanted to assert her dominance over this female. Make her moan and accept the reward for being such a good dog.
Screams of pure ecstasy could be heard across the kitchen, followed by mooing, but neither cared. All that mattered was they were together. Inside each other, this was all Joan cared about now. Spreading her seed to her mate. This sex would change Joan's own bone structure as her hips popped, forcing her in a quadrupedal stance.
Melissa was still fantasizing. Thinking of the handsome man who was fucking her. She began to yip along with her panting. Image of the man reeled back inside her mind. Was it a man? No, it wasn't a man at all fucking her. This creature was black and furry like herself. It was a dog fucking her, making her his bitch.
As her fantasy changed, so did her face. Entire face pushed out into a muzzle. Looking like a anthro dog. Her teeth grew sharper, nose fully black, pushing out farther. This was a lot for one change, but the cabin can be cruel. Now her own face resembled a dogs. Vocal cords even changed, allowing for.....
" YES... Yes.. Bark!", Stunned at the inhuman sound Melissa made, both climaxed sealing their changes. Joan had not spoken one word the entire time, only bleats. She was succumbing to the cabins lust more rapidly every change. Still grunting with satisfaction; Joan tried to stand, but fell down. Her body was ready for this as her goat hooves took no damage from the fall. This was how goats walked after all. If there was to ever be a wakeup call for Joan, this would be it. Now stuck on all fours, this would be the biggest struggle of her life. Could she change? Rectify her wrongs? Or perhaps this change will just further her own lust. She already gave up on clothes, now stuck on the ground like some dirty dumb animal. If she wants to be the final person in the cabin, she will need the willpower of 10,000 men to not act on her instincts.
Melissa could still speak, but she would struggle to control the embarrassing dog sounds. Still on her knees; Melissa used her hands to scope out her face. Her pretty face was gone. Cabin had robbed her of her shaved body, and now her face. Drinking water would now be a challenge. Tongue would lap at water rather than drinking it like a normal person would. She might just go insane.
Moans could be heard from behind. While the sex was finished for the two, the fucking had only just begun in the kitchen.