"You came here for something different, loverboy, and I'm gonna give it to you," she says, her eyes positively glowing blue now. She unhooks the clasp at the front of her cloak, letting it fall to the floor, letting you see her curvacious body in all its glory.
It's beautiful, flawless in every way...though you notice her breasts indeed are swelling, expanding...which is something you've never seen anyone else do. It's alternately captivating and frightening, and you find yourself a bit conflicted, really.
You try to stand up, wanting to get away from her; something in her demeanor is outright sinister. Perhaps it's the smile on her face, which seems a bit malicious, or perhaps it's the fact her teeth are now sliding past her lips, becoming...fangs?! You try to stand, but she simply shoves you back down again, laughing.
"Are you trying to leave?" she says in a voice modulated by a husky tone; a gravelly quality that wasn't there before. "But lover...you just arrived!" She leans against you, now sitting on your lap, pinning you to the chair. She nuzzles your neck again, licking the nape, causing you to involuntarily grow aroused.
"Mmmm..." she moans, "I see you're not totally averse to this, are you , lover?" She begins to rock back and forth on your lap, grinding her crotch against the fabric of your jeans. You can feel her growing wetter by the second, and you're really getting turned on. Her body begins to radiate an unnatural heat; she's almost literally burning you with her touch. She reaches out with both hands, ripping your shirt open, licking your chest, still grinding against your bulge. The chair is rocking back and forth precariously, each thrust of her hips threatening to send it falling over, until finally it does.
You land on your back, your head bouncing roughly off the floor. She's got your pinned underneath her, and you're still rather dazed. She's still grinding away at your crotch, her pace a maddening one, until finally she climaxes, uttering a gutteral "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," her eyes rolling back in her head, her face tilted up to the ceiling.For a moment, you think that perhaps this terrifying/arousing ordeal is over, until the moan stretches into a half-human, half-monstrous howl, and she looks back down at you with eyes now blazing yellow. "Let's get this party started," she says, as her ears now elongate, growing pointed. She runs a taloned finger down your chest, to your waistband, cutting the button off your jeans, shredding them off of you with a calculated precision.
Your cock springs to a rigid attention, now freed of its denim prison, though you're not willing it to stay hard, by any means. She begins to shudder, her torso sprouting brown fur. She guides you inside of herself, and you're enveloped in an inner heat you would normally call "unbelievable". She humps you madly, transforming the whole time. It's a sensation you've never felt; you can literally feel her transforming from the inside. You can't help yourself, now counterthrusting. You're mesmerized as you watch two more sets of breasts growing from her torso.
She picks up the pace, and you match it, the wet, popping sounds of flesh and bone reshaping seeming to fuel you even more. "Change, bitch!" you begin to say to her, reaching out to play with her nipples, completely into the mood now. You run your hands down her back, feeling her muscles contracting and expanding, her spine popping. You massage right at the base of her tailbone, feeling a lump expanding, getting set to burst. "Change, bitch!" you say again, massaging it until in ruptures, and a wet brown tail emerges.
Still it isn't enough...your mind is flooded with nothing more than thoughts of rutting, nothing more than pleasure. You reach up, grabbing her hair, tugging it hard. "Fucking howl for me, bitch!" You find yourself growling now, slamming her as hard as you can, watching her facial muscles twitch madly, her jaw sliding forward, her nose blackening. You erupt inside of her as she howls, her head now fully lupine. It's the hardest you've ever orgasmed, to the point that you see stars and actually gray out. Her howl is deafening, but strangely musical to you, almost. What you've done doesn't seem that odd to you, though you never would have thought you'd ever do such a thing. You contemplate all of this in the blink of an eye, though to you it felt like several minutes.
And then