Heather sat in her boss's chair panting, her white blouse sticking to her sweat soaked skin. She knew there must be something wrong with her, and that she needed to go home, or maybe even to a hospital. As the day had worn on the arousal she'd felt earlier had only increased and her usual office daydreams had taken on a very distrubing slant. Every time she closed her eyes she could see a dark forest, with a full moon shining through the thick branches overhead. The forest was full of... things. Almost people, but with animalistic traits. Most had hair sprouting over parts of their naked muscular bodies, fingers tipped with wicked claws and mouths full of fangs and tusks. In her fantasy she had been approached by two bestial women, they had ripped off her clothes and used their tongues all over her body as she stroked the thick hairs on their backs and legs. Her first orgasm had shocked her out of the daydream and she stumbled away from her desk, only partly worried that someone had seen. The orgasm hadn't been enough, she needed more, and desiring privacy she had wandered into Mrs Belville's office. As Heather had removed her skirt she noticed absently that her usually neatly trimmed bush was escaping out of the top and sides of her white panties. Instead of being shocked or concerned she was excited that she had started to resemble the erotic women from her dreams. In a lust addled daze Heather had masturbated over and over, until her thighs and hands were slick with her own cum. It was now well past office hours, but even so she heard footsteps approaching the office.
Donna Belville prowled down the office corridor. Dressed only in her expensive underwear she didn't fear being caught, she hoped for it. Her session in the bathroom had been a pleasing diversion but she was still incredibly horny. She was heading towards her office as she caught the heady scent of female cum, along with a primal musky scent, almost like her own and her cubs, but different. Hoping to find another like herself to join her pack she followed the scent to her office and pushed through the door.
Heather was shocked and aroused at Mrs Belville's wild naked appearance. She looked like one of the women from her dream! Her thick red hair had grown down into a widows peak, almost meeting her thick brows. Her lower arms and legs were so thickly haired it was practically fur, and the same hairs sprouted up out of her panties and over her belly button. Heather had no idea how much Mrs Belville must have worked out to get her body that toned, but she looked magnificent. Muscles bunched and moved under her skin as she walked, her toned stomach utterly sexy underneath her huge breasts. Heathers human mind recognised Mrs Belville as her boss, but her new animalistic instincts instead recognised her as alpha of the pack.
Donna was equally surprised by Heathers condition. While nowhere near as advanced as her own, Heathers transformation was still noticable. Her assistants breasts had increased in size, straining her blouse to breaking point, and thin blond hairs poked out of the sleeves. The same light dusting of blond hair covered the young woman's lower legs, with thicker curlier hairs covering the insides of her thighs. However it was her face that had changed the most. Her eyebrows had grown to monstrous proportions, thick blond mutton chops adorned the sides of her face and two thick inch long tusks projected up from her lower jaw.
No words needed to be exchanged, instead the two feral and utterly sexy beast women hurtled towards each other across the room, all human thought banished, replaced by pure animal lust and savagery. Claws ripped off what clothing remained, exposing bodies covered in red and yellow hairs. This was no human mating, the two females nipped and bit at each other, their tongues lapping at each others flesh. They fell to the floor and Donna ground her pussy against Heathers thigh, the scattered hairs that grew there brought her to orgasm almost instantly. Heather easily rolled them both over so that she was on top and placed her furry snatch over Donna's face. The older woman grabbed Heathers ass with her clawed hands and felt hair grow there as her tongue probed deep. Heather threw her head back, blond mane flying, and howled as she reached a shuddering orgasm. All thought lost the two women fucked for hours until, finally exhausted, they fell asleep together on the floor.
Donna awoke first. Her lust finally diminished, allowing human thought to return. She admired Heather's naked form. No longer was she the shy mousy secretary, now she was wild and strong, a suitable start to her pack. Donna stood and admired her own body, relishing the feel of hair and fur over thick strong muscle. Her senses had sharpened considerably and underneath the smell of Heather, and her own scent, she could smell something else. It was like her own scent but somehow more concetrated. Strangely the smell was coming from her flask of coffee. Had that been what had changed her? Had changed Heather? Perhaps she could use what remained to increase her pack.