She could barely keep herself contained in class. She tried to focus on her professor, but all she could think of was what his feet were like. She looked to the left and right of her, and her classmates had taken off their shoes and gotten comfortable, she found herself staring too long at feet, leaning a little closer to them, dropping stuff on purpose so she could get closer to them, sniffing them from afar. She gushed a little bit as she almost masturbated in class, but excused herself to the restroom so she could handle her problem. Just as soon as she got to a stall, she felt fur start to grow. Her ass exploded out of her clothes as she kept stroking her pussy, to the point of near squirting. As fur grew in thicker, her face shifted and her ears elongated and moved up on her head. She was becoming a were-rabbit again, only this time, she was in public, and wouldn’t be able to easily slip away. Her mind was slipping as the rabbit was trying to take control as the transformation continued. Her bunny paws came in and it was all over, she was gone and the rabbit was behind the wheel of her body. Hopping over the stall, it took the first person in the stall and shoved their face into its gushing pussy. The rabbit kept grinding the poor girl’s face and it orgasmed again. Anyone who walked in on that immediately ran for their life as the rabbit hopped around to find another victim to satisfy its lust. Soon the whole campus was on alert, everyone evacuating buildings and police moving victims to a safe quarantine zone. Before it bounded away from campus, it had violated 10 students and 4 professors, each of their faces covered in were-rabbit pussy juice and their feet covered in saliva. Some of them were forced to lick its feet, leaving a taste of sweaty fur and feet in their mouths. They decided to send out an alert throughout the town and to areas nearby to be on alert for a giant, red furred rabbit. It was known to be extremely dangerous and should be captured or killed on sight.
Veronica woke up in a forest, her clothes still in tact and her bag nowhere to be found. She had no clue how she got there, but she had a good idea of what happened. She felt herself transform and went into the background of her mind, not able to calm herself down or orgasm fast enough to stop the transformation. She just kept thinking about feet and it drove her hormones wild. She could no longer deny it, with the taste of feet in her mouth, she had a serious foot fetish. She needed to find some help, she needed to know what was going on, and she needed a place to lay low.