It was easy for Cynthia to give into temptation, and quite frankly very safe. Both of her
packmates were with her in the cabin. Trisha, however, overcome by the pheremones, sexual tension, and general
lust for this new alpha had forgotten about the other girl she'd turned who happened to be back at one of the
Counselor cabins, getting ready for her day to begin.
Brianna was sitting down at the breakfast table with three other counselors, hurredly eating
cereal. Most of the others were still asleep; Brianna and the ones who were awake were on kitchen duty for the
whole of the camp this morning. They'd gotten a bit of a late start though, barely having slept at all due to
the full moon and its normal effect on them.
Something felt different to her about halfway into her quick meal. That it felt WRONG wasn't
exactly accurate, but it was different. Brianna shrugged it off, blaming the aftereffects of a full moon. She
finished her cereal, taking the bowl to the sink of the cabin as the first surge of heat crashed through her
crotch. "MMMMHHH!" she moaned, whimpering slightly, grabbing onto the counter as her legs went rather weak.
"Everything okay?" one of the others asked as all three focused on her. They knew something was
going on, and on the instinctive level, they knew what this was a sign of.
Brianna turned around, her skin glistening with sweat already. "Mmmhh..y-yeah.." Brianna
whispered, giving them a shaky smile. Another tremor went through her, accompanied by another moan of
undeniable pleasure. She reached up, pulling her hair out of the banana clip that held it up, letting her
curly brown locks fall to her shoulders. Her buoyant breasts jiggled underneath the camp shirt, and her
nipples stood firm enough to help push the shirt out even further. "Everything's..MMMHHH..", another tremor,
and now one hand slid to the crotch of her shorts and rubbed a bit. "Everything's..F.fine.." she gasped as the
other hand found its way to her chest, and she rubbed there as well.
The other three looked at each other in a mixture of arousal and alarm. The pheremones were
starting to flow, but there was about ten feet of distance, not enough to drive them to their own
transformatory sexual frenzy...YET. The other three were packmates as well, a couple years older than Brianna
and her packmates. They knew immediately what was going on.
"Protocol says we get the fuck out of here," said one of the trio, a black girl with creamy brown
skin.
"Staying might be more fun though," replied one of the others. "I mean..if the Queen gets pissed
off, we can always blame it on the other subpack, wherever they are." She licked her lips, watching Brianna as
she fought in vain to hold back the change.