The latex envelops you again, flowing pleasantly over you, then slithers away a moment later. You teeter unsteadily on your paws as the latex departs. You feel less sturdy on your feet… more top-heavy.
You’re also very warm. You pant, tongue lolling from your muzzle. Why was it so hot in here? Had you grown more fur?
You look down, but only have eyes for the enormous tits that now make up most of your view. Your healthy C-cups have blossomed into bouncy DD’s, currently squeezing together eye-catchingly on your chest.
Your clothing isn’t helping matters, either. You’re now wearing a rather skimpy halter top, which leaves your furry midriff bare and displays an ample amount of cleavage. You ogle the big, firm boobies, and watch with sick fascination as they jiggle with every ragged breath.
You look past your tits, no easy task, trying to ignore the little tents poking noticeably through your top. Your visible tummy has been sculpted into a more exaggerated hourglass shape – your svelte waist perched over a set of wide, flaring hips and plump thighs. A super-short mini-skirt barely contains your rounder, fuller ass. Your long tail pushes the skirt down further, offering peeks at the sumptuous booty beneath.
“Lucy!” You look up as a male voice growls. It’s Rex – looking bigger and brawnier than ever. He towers over you – was he bigger, or you smaller? A warm flush runs through you as you imagine him wrapping those powerful arms around you and drawing you close to press against his muscular pecs.
Wait, what? “Lucy!” Rex whined again. “You promised me that we’d only come to this stupid fair for an hour. Let’s go home and fuck, already!”
Wait, what?! “C’mon, babe,” he says, grabbing you and pulling you into an embrace that you’re too stunned to resist. He smiles down at you, one hand stroking your ear in a soothing way, while the other paws more lecherously at your ass. “Your heat is driving me wild, Luce. I don’t know how much longer I can resist.” He says, hand groping further up your skirt.
Heat? Is that why your tail was wagging slowly back and forth? Why a lazy smile was breaking over your features, leaving you looking like a dog with her belly being rubbed? You can feel something hard poking against your belly. You grind against it, before you’ve even realized what you’re doing, drawing it lower, closer to between your legs.
Rex is grinning savagely at your reaction. “Or maybe we can get started right here,” he growls, licking his chops.