When Dave awoke, he was disoriented. The smells were sharper, the sounds clearer, and his body felt... different. He looked down to see fur-covered limbs and realized, with a jolt, that he was in Sam’s body.
Immediately he felt hot and extremely aroused, as his new long tongue hung from his mouth. He reached up to feel the soft mounds of HER new breasts, the tips sensitive and erect from the slightest touch. Her hands trembled with confusion and a building arousal that seemed to be coming from deep within her. She was acutely aware of the heat between her legs, the slickness of her own fluids. It was as if her body was begging for relief from the intense craving that Sam had described.
Dave (now Sam) looked down at her crotch, where she could see a hint of swollen pink flesh. Her cock was gone, replaced by a sex that was both foreign and eerily familiar. She felt a sudden, overwhelming need to touch herself, to understand the depth of his transformation. Her fingers slipped into the folds, and she gasped as pleasure shot through her. The sensation was alien yet undeniable. She was in heat like Sam had been, and it was driving her wild. She felt an extreme need for something to fill her, and to bear children, even though she didn’t want to. At ALL.
The room was Sam's, her scent heavy in the air. She stumbled to her dresser, the urgency growing with each step. Drawers clattered open, revealing an assortment of lacy lingerie and sex toys. Her eyes fell on a large, vibrant dildo, and her body responded with a jolt of need. She picked it up, feeling the weight and smoothness of it in her hand. The sight of it was almost too much, and she knew she had to act before she lost control completely.
She staggered over to the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her new weight. The toys scattered across the comforter, a rainbow of textures and shapes, whispering promises of relief. Her paws trembled as she selected a small, buzzing attachment that looked like it would fit nicely. The instructions were written in a script that now made perfect sense to her. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she was about to do, but the heat was too intense to care about the moral implications. She needed to get rid of it before she started furiously humping everything in sight.
The buzz grew louder as she turned the toy on, the vibrations echoing through the room. She positioned it tentatively, the anticipation causing her knees to wobble. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed it against the swollen bud at the apex of her folds. A whine of pleasure escaped her throat, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. She started furiously drooling, her long canine tongue curling out of her mouth as she was flooded with arousal. She began to rock her hips, the vibrations pulsing through her entire body. The heat grew stronger, her skin felt like it was on fire, and the need to come was becoming unbearable. And no matter how hard she pumped it, she just wouldn’t cum. She was on the absolute EDGE of arousal, and the more she pumped the more she wanted to crumple and cry out in frustration.
She heard the sound of someone knocking on the door and her heart stopped. Panic set in. It was probably Sam’s husband, home early from his trip. She had to get out of here before she was caught in this compromising situation. She threw the toy aside and frantically searched for her clothes. But her eyes kept darting back to the mirror, watching the reflection of Sam’s body as it moved with a hunger that was so intense it was almost terrifying.