You... remember that you were being squeezed...
"Hey, c'mon, open your mouth wider."
You blink at Arenha's insistence and, even though you can feel your jaws creak, you try your best to comply with her imperious demand. She does it every time, and then acts disappointed when you inevitably fail and you both play something else instead. This time a strange sensation surrounds your jaw and, suddenly effortlessly, you open your mouth much wider. Somehow, she falls in; you have a brief glimpse of her little, black-skinned feet disappearing, feel something slide down your throat as though it's greased, and then your stomach feels bloated. You prop yourself up on your elbows, mouth open a more normal amount as you gape at your suddenly-wriggling abdomen, only to see it rapidly flatten to its more normal, barely muscled, black-furred self. You comb your claws through your pale mane in a sudden panic; what if she doesn't come back out?
You remember someone else doing the same thing a long time ago, and then...
You shake your head at the sudden sense of distant migraine; Dad has been in your dreams a lot lately, and you're really not sure how to feel about it. You're definitely not sure how to feel about these dreams coming into the waking world with you now. You roll to your feet and rub your belly; everything feels normal, for all that a four-year-old girl just slipped down your throat. You're the same age as her, but anyone looking at the pair of you would never guess it; you look closer to a seventeen-year-old human male.
Another sensation grips you, and you find your hand drifting lower. It's the first time you've felt anything like it; the stretching sensation feels good, and even the lightest touch sends shivers of ecstacy through you. You stroke it gently, not at all sure what to expect from this part of your body, and then feel a sharp and surprising pain as you ejaculate for the first time.
Memories flood your head. It was your dad! He was the one who stuffed you down his dick, right after... swallowing Arenha's father. You've never met the man, only seen him when he brings his daughter to... play games with you. He seems like an insufferable jerk who your dad barely tolerates. You remember the sensation of... melting... being absorbed... becoming...
You look at your clawed hands, then down at your young body. You remember enough sex education from high school to know that you just hit puberty, although it feels different than your previous species. You also remember the past four years of being raised as a lion-man to know that life outside of the village is tougher than you ever knew while human; you were lucky to run into your father when you did because you probably wouldn't have survived the first time you tried to get water. From what you know now, you're pretty sure that you were being stalked by a hyena.
You frown as two sets of memories collide.
It seems you have a choice: