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“Fuck,” I muttered. I climbed out of my car, clicking my fob to lock my vehicle. The lights flashed and horn beeped as I walked around it. I was heading towards the front door. It opened and Tonya stepped out, her tie missing, the top two buttons of her blouse undone. She had a flushed looked to her face. “Hi, Mr. Davies,” she said brightly. “Oh, hi,” I said, hardly noticing her. She had almost a skip to her step as she passed me. Becky was at the door, wearing her school skirt and a tank top, her bra clearly missing, the tight cloth clinging to slut transformation her large breasts. “Daddy!” she squealed and hugged transforms me. She kissed me, her lips tasting faintly of tangy pussy. “Thank you for talking to Tonya! It worked.” “Talk to...” I didn't talk to Tonya today and... Right, right, I'd edited her to think I'd talked to her. Which meant I probably had talked to her but didn't remember doing it in this new timeline. “I'm glad it worked. Is that... her I tasted.” She grinned at me. “Just a treat for my special daddy. I transformation fetish love you.” She kissed me again, deeper, her tongue caressing my lips. I wanted to surrender to it, to sweep her up, but I had to think. I had to fix this problem. I didn't deserve any rewards. Not my busty daughter, and certainly not that sexy cheerleader Nikkole. No reward for me tomorrow. “Is something wrong, Daddy?” she asked, breaking tg transformation the kiss, frowning. “Just... got some bad news at city hall,” transformation porn I said. “Sorry. Where's your mother?” “In the kitchen cooking dinner,” Becky said. “I hope it gets better.” “Yeah,” I grunted. “I'm going to work on my calculus. Transformed Her hands gripped my sides like a vice, as she in her turn, reached her peak. His eyes followed up her legs, over her ass and then to the small piece of skin peeping out between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt. There were fourteen of us on a Girl Scout outing. I get the whip and take a test swing and then I strike hitting her ass, hard as I look at the welt on her ass my dick is rock hard I turn the vib up and I begin to work her over hitting the back of her legs and thighs and her back up and down never striking the same place twice she is moaning and when my arm gets tired I get the cane and lay right into her as she begins to beg transformation fetish to cum so I turn the vib up and tell her to go for it as I continue to strike her I move around to her front and strike her breast not as slut transformation hard as her ass and she convulses she cums so hard I think she passes out I get her down and she comes to I transformation porn carry her over to the bed as I tell her I am not done with her I lay her down and cuff her to the bed I tg transformation get a condom and a dildo out of the basket as I begin to bite and pull on her breast I reach for the nipple clamps the small ones that bite into the nipple. Her Transformed back arched reflexively and when transforms the stranger came out and sat in the armchair, he masturbated watching her tits bounce between her arms and her face contorted in pleasure as her husband rammed her from behind. Bill’s words were less kind, “You lucky fucker! Ted had hooked us up with a local diner. Before Erica could even ask why Laura was home so early, Laura had dragged her into the bedroom and ripped off the strawberry-haired bitch's clothes. “That's a good girl” Cherry said condescendingly and then resumed her licking of Amy's pussy, making her squirm helplessly, still held immobile by the tawdry women. I am a very private person so I usually didn’t freely talk about myself. We see genuine and remarkable improvement in her since you started taking an interest in her. This one's time was focused was running drills and training. I forgot my purpose, and acted upon instinct.

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The rage that never abated, was only briefly gratified by intense bouts of lovemaking, hunting, or even deadly combat versus other humanoids. Nor had she mentioned the inability to sleep, the restlessness that drove one, every night, to either toss restlessly or else seek transformation into one’s beast-form, and hunt; and eat – but not just anything. As I had learned on that first night, simply slaughtering game animals and gorging oneself on them raw, would not suffice. Not even predators, such as the sabrecat somewhat anon, had sated me. I had simply assumed, then, the reason I had been sickened was that I had eaten them raw (entrails and all). Nevertheless, I did not want to reflect on how I came to realise the horrific truth, and what it meant… III Beast Mind Five nights ago... bimbo transformation Through a red haze of frenzy, pain, and sickness, I somehow came upon the recent kill of another predator. My own slaughter and violent consumption of a fox, rabbit, and most of a deer, had not sated me; indeed, I had disgorged virtually all that I had consumed of them. Yet, I was certain that eating these ill-fated victims would as nothing else – as vile as that thought was to the still-human fragment of my crazed mind. So, fighting the compulsion, I approached, slavering, on all fours – and was almost relieved when the explosive roar of the sabrecat slammed into me moments before its massive body. I relished the lethal battle to claim its kills. Had I been in human form even in full armour, the huge feline would have knocked me sprawling, stunned. Yet my lupine self brushed aside the pain, the blinding rage instead taking over as I leapt to counterattack. I sprang to my haunches, ripped at the giant predator, talons slashing its flanks as it lunged. It circled, sword-length incisors gnashing for my throat as its claws tore my thigh and torso. I dodged, knocking its head aside with one incredibly strengthened forearm, raked it again, opening more deep gashes along its muzzle with the other. It roared again, part in challenge, partly in pain; I answered, which appeared to give it brief Fetish Transformation pause; it lost its footing on a precipice of rock, slid whore transformation over the edge. I leapt after it. Despite the animal outweighing me considerably still, I managed to land on it, clung to its back. It rolled, slashed at me with all fours. Whilst I ignored the pain of its defensive fury, my talons tore and sought purchase in its flesh. It roared again as I gnashed at its throat, a sound that became strangled as I bit deeper, seeking its life force as we tumbled and fought in the darkness. Each savaging the other, dirt and stones spewed everywhere about the hillside. As I suddenly felt a warm gush, the cat thrashed, its growls gradually choking off liquidly as it stilled and gave a last spasm, claws releasing from my back and shoulders. I swallowed the warm salty fluid flooding my throat, lapped the rest, ripped further at the sissy transformation throat, seeking more; relishing the victory transformation as, even in beast form and through intense pain, I shuddered in near-orgasmic delight. However, it was not enow. The hunger remained, though slut transformation I sought to sate it further by slashing into the warm belly of the sabrecat, spilling its entrails and consuming its heart in a few crude bites. Instinctively, I knew this was what I craved – and yet not. My beast mind turned toward the two mauled corpses that lay in the back of the shallow cave somewhere above, even as my lupine body led me thence. Almost all humanity suppressed, I tore at the woman and then the man, shredding remnants of clothing, ripping apart ribs to get at the cold hearts within, treating them both as had I their killer moments before. I awoke to a cold, weak sun already drying the dirt-encrusted blood all over my naked frame; pebbles, bones, and other detritus clung to me as I frantically clawed at my eyes, trying to relieve my near-blindness and orient myself as to where – and what – I was. The pain was still there, through greatly diminished. I lay for the nonce, both relishing it and wishing it away. Appalled at where (and how) I found myself, I did not want to believe what my blurry eyes and memory told me. I was a werewolf, but I had not contemplated all that meant. Must I actually eat humanoids – or their hearts, in particular? The pain had not been mitigated until I had done that very thing; only now did I feel almost good, the best – aside from my filthy condition – since I had partaken of Aela’s blood. Thus, was I now obliged to rely upon chance encounters with the corpses of human-kin killed by predators? That seemed an accident unlikely to be relied upon for sustenance. Regardless, I somehow knew even that would not be enow, yet I still refused to acknowledge the alternative. Somehow, as Azura’s star gave way to daylight, I made my way back to our tent whence Vilja and Lydia awaited me in slumber. Myriad thoughts assailed me, almost keeping my mind from vigilance against predators or, perhaps worse, humans whom may espy me and wonder at my naked and bloodied condition, and seek to take advantage. I do not remember how I managed to bathe in the frigid stream nearby and crawl, shivering, into my sleeping fur without disturbing either of my companions. Vilja lay in her own bedroll, snoring softly, a modest pale breast with its ever-erect nipple poking saucily at me through her almost sheer white nightgown. The sight instantly touched off another kind of hunger in me, but I could not satisfy it just now. Instead, I pretended to awake with them a short time later, wondering how long I would have to keep up this deception. The second night was worse, only better. IV Questions I thanked him when he was through and he asked if he could give me a hug. “Lucille, you’re dilated, but not enough. A wave of pleasure overwhelmed him as slut transformation he embraced the shapely body and Now he began to felt his meat thrust inside as deeply as he could slowly but passionately, feeling the smoothness of Abigail’s vaginal walls, and then encountered the yielding fuzziness of the cotton that bimbo transformation the morticians had inserted until he was hitting bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool dead pussy. Both of us said if you mean fucking NO. Trust me. I won't let you leave this bed, until I make you cum real good!" I was using my dildo and pretending it was you.” Smart girls. They Fetish Transformation walk back over, Liam whore transformation looking sissy transformation me up and down and smiling meanly. She says what transformation is the dare, I dare you to pee on me. She says I don't know, I said are you going to lose already. I smiled and sat on the couch, watching Aunt Sheen as she went to the other side of the coffee table and picked up a plate.

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