Rachel felt her skin and body tingling as the pretreatment gas filled the area like a mist.
As it happened, images suddenly flashed before her eyes of the nerdy young man who had been taken into the woods. He now seemed incredibly studly and virile to her. She imagined antlers sprouting from his head. She imagined his clothing bursting apart as his muscles bulged. She imagined a tail forming at the base of spine and butt. She imagined ... his cock becoming erect, then disappearing into a sheath, and remerging and reforming.
Rachel had never had such thoughts! She never had such vivid or erotic daydreams, let alone about an animal! Or an animal man ...
In the mist, she could hear some of the other women actually moaning. Were they ....?
Rachel realized with a start that the other women were indeed pleasuring themselves, when she felt wetness on her hand and finds that it had drifted between her legs and down her panties ... she was running a finger along her slit without even consciously thinking about it, and she was as wet as she'd ever been ...
"Oh my God ..." she whispered, but did not remove her hand.
"Let me help you," came a voice from behind. It was Zoey. She was close enough that Rachel could see her even in the mist. Zoey was completely naked now. She had a swirling filigree pattern tattoo on her thigh, creamy skin, and quite large flopping boobs, and an hourglass figure. Rachel felt a twinge of jealousy, before processing what Zoey had said.
Zoey's hand slid from behind, into Rachel's panties and into her folds, where it began to expertly swirl and penetrate. Rachel's knees buckled, and she felt Zoey's lips on her neck. Somehow, Zoey was pulling Rachel's clothes off at the same time with her other arm, first her jeans, then her shirt, then her bra--which she might have unhooked with her teeth!--then Rachel had nothing but panties, stretching as Zoey forced her thighs further open.
Finally, Zoey tore them apart and threw them to the side: "You won't be needing them, hon," she assured, and then drove first one, then two, then three fingers into Rachel's pulsing cunt.
Rachel heard herself begging Zoey to fuck her, and soon her orgasmic cries were joining those of other women in the mists.
A few moments later, she was standing, shivering next to Zoey, her thin, athletic body, with pert breasts in contrast to Zoey's fuller form, but no less attractive in its own way.
"I ... I'm not a ... I've never been with a girl, I didn't think I ... that I'm ..." Rachel stammered.
"It's okay," Zoey said, kissing her deeply but quickly on the lips. "It takes the edge off for now. The horniness is the first part of our eventual transformations."
Rachel thought about that; she was as horny again already, almost, as she had been, even though she had cum as hard as she ever had.
"Now what?" Rachel asked.
Zoey pointed into the trees, just visible in the mist: "We go in there and see if you can actually run and hide from the stag."
At the mere mention of the stag, Rachel felt her pussy getting wetter. It was like she could feel her heartbeat in her clit.
"You see, the challenge is not just running away from a really fast animal, it's having the will to even try, once you see him. "
Rachel nodded, understanding for the first time, and felt herself running, now totally nude, into the forest with the other women.