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“Ahhh--,” Chris moaned as her vagina convulsed, desperately grasping her two fingers. The feeling of penetration was indescribably strange, but also wonderful. The tension within her build and an overwhelming pressure and tightness consumed the entirety of her being. ‘This-- oh my god…’ She muttered, taking in each and every minute sensation within this feminine orifice that didn’t exist a couple of weeks prior.
She watched the husband’s cock slowly disappear into his wife’s tight, wet pussy while she shuddered and weakly moaned, pushing her hips down to meet his thrust. What would that feel like? Why was she so damned aroused? The lesbian porno was also extraordinarily hot, but this new video resonated with her on a different, equal level. Unable to resist her curiosity, she let her hormones and surging adrenaline control her. The male figure in her mind’s eye gained more definition. Before she could stop her thought train, he was on top of her. Rather than her own fingers slipping into her dampened sex, a thick cock brushed against her entrance and pushed inward.
The image of a strong, masculine being gently dominating her caused a torrent of mixed emotions within her. On one hand, she felt a pang of shame; the feeling that to indulge such a fantasy was a self-betrayal of some kind. But, if that was the case, then why was she reacting this way? Her heart nearly beat out of her chest while her nipples hardened and her body trembled at the mere thought of engaging in such an act.
The woman in the video moaned as she tightly wrapped her arms and legs around her mate, pulling him in as her vagina convulsed and squeezed her mate’s throbbing manhood. They both appeared to enjoy their intimate embrace quite significantly, both partners letting out sounds of pleasure while pressing their lips together with their tongues entwining.
Chris envisioned herself in the same throes of passion, her limbs tightly gripping her male lover while her pussy was filled and stretched. Her vagina spasmed around her fingers, sending waves of ecstasy through her trembling, womanly form. ‘F-- Fucking hell…’ She could barely think straight. How could she feel such tension without it being a negative sensation? Quite the opposite, she desired nothing more than to push that building pressure and tension farther-- to the absolute limit. The harder she rubbed her inner vaginal walls with her plunging fingers, the more pleasure she felt, and the closer she came toward boiling over.
Was it okay to enjoy this? To give into such carnal desires and indescribable pleasure? It wasn’t like she’d ever be male again, so why even ask such questions? Something primal within her swelled and she didn’t notice as her body took on a slight, reddish glow. “Mmm--ahhh….” She moaned, grasping the bedsheet in her trembling hand, her hips instinctively moving with the motion. As a man, she hadn’t been able to truly comprehend the level of pure, unfettered bliss women were capable of experiencing.
She continued her self-pleasure session, her mental barriers gradually eroding as melted into the sea of primal, hormonal desire that shrouded her mind. The tension within her sex ebbed and waned like the ocean’s tide, with occasional orgasmic ripples causing her to cry out and nearly howl while her vaginal muscles desperately grasped her fingers. This type of sexual need was different than any she had experienced before. As a man, arousal came paired with an intrinsic need to penetrate-- to plunge her cock into something hot, slick, and wet and to feel her partner’s vagina squeeze and lather her manhood.
Was it so wrong to embrace these new fantasies when the impetus of sexual release now involved being the one penetrated? Her desire to penetrate had all but disappeared with the loss of her male genitalia and the discovery of how vastly her physical desires had changed since going through transience. One could only have a pussy for so long before adjusting their needs to suit it, right?
As the woman in the video climaxed and let out a loud moan of pleasure, Chris reached her own. “A-- Ahhwoooo!” She howled as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, tightly squeezing her fingers while waves of milky, euphoric warmth cascaded through her. She pulled her hand away while still crying out, arching her hips and clutching her bed while unrelenting orgasmic bursts left her mind mostly blank. Only the vague image of a powerful male finishing inside of her lingered.
“Ahh… Ahhh…” Chris gasped, laying back with her legs and arms spread, her tail’s tip swishing and swatting against the bed beneath her. The afterglow was incredible, feeling as though she was enveloped in the warm water of a hot spring after a day of hard work. Her every cell tingled pleasantly, without an ounce of pain or discomfort to be found.
Her mind was similarly serene, all negative and worrisome thoughts temporarily ousted. She closed her eyes and let every muscle fully relax, going limp and allowing herself to be a passenger on this journey of new, wonderful physical sensations. Even the twitching and slight spasming of her pussy felt pleasant.
After ten minutes, Chris started to regain her senses, her cheeks reddening as the implications of her masturbatory session sank in. She sheepishly pulled a blanket over herself and rolled onto her side, placing a pillow between her thighs for comfort. “Ugh…” She curled up and took a deep breath.
Now thinking clearly, her thought train was derailed upon noticing something strange. “Huh?” Where was this reddish light coming from? She sat up and held her arms out, staring at them in confusion as she noticed a faint red glow. Her skin tingled ever so slightly and all she could do was tilt her head in confusion. “Another effect of magic?... It’s not painful,” she muttered and shook her head.
She laid back once again, deciding to pay the glow with no further thought. Embarrassment bubbled back to the surface as she considered how incredible her ‘self-care’ session had been. ‘I’m definitely attracted to women, but…’ It was impossible to deny the truth after that. Whether she liked it or not, she was bisexual. The very thought of cuddling and being touchy with a man didn’t disgust or repulse her in any way; conversely, such musings resulted in a sense of yearning.
Chris idly brushed her fingers over her tummy, just below her navel where she still felt a very slight tingling. Fragmented memories of strange dreams during her transience surfaced. She was a woman, with a functioning womb and feminine desires. If she wanted to start a family at some point, as she had desired in the past, it would require enduring pregnancy and childbirth if she wanted to pass on her bloodline.
She briefly conjured the image of a pregnant version of herself, holding her baby bump and staring at her reflection. A man appeared at her side, putting an arm around her waist while placing a hand on her tummy. The concept of being in this situation both disturbed and intrigued her. She could also be in a lesbian relationship where either partner was pregnant by some means.
“What the hell do I want?” She groaned and shook her head in frustration. She was almost afraid to unpack all of this during her next therapy session. With a sigh, she rolled back onto her side and closed her eyes tight. At this point, she just wanted to fall asleep and deal with these emotions later.
A small, tan fox sprinted through the forest on all-fours, following a strange scent that allured and confused her. ‘Where am I?... Am I supposed to be here? What is that scent?’ She mused while sniffing the air and navigating through the foliage and trees. Was she supposed to be a fox? Though, what else would she be?
As she closed in on the mysterious scent, the fragrance intensified. Her small, vulpine body tingled and her heart rate gradually picked up. Adrenaline consumed the small creature as her tail swished about. Where was it? Where was he? ‘He?’ Was she looking for a ‘he’ and how did she even know what she was searching for?
After what felt like hours of searching, the tantalizing musk intensified, nearly overpowering her as she found herself in a clearing with the full moon overhead. Her eyes widened as she laid eyes on a great beast standing before her. A large wolf with pitch-black fur and piercing yellow eyes that stared straight into her soul.
She hesitantly stepped forward, uncontrollable desire swirling within her and clouding her mind. Why was he so beautiful? So majestic? Where had she experienced this scent before? The wolf had noticeable muscles rippling beneath his fur, giving him an allure she could hardly resist. ‘I-- I shouldn’t…’ She told herself as she hesitantly stopped a few yards from him, trying to regain her composure. Such feelings were surely wrong, and he was a wolf-- a being much larger than she was.
“Not in these forms,” the wolf said suddenly, his voice low and calm.
The fox froze, unable to articulate a response. These forms? What did he mean? Why couldn’t she bring herself to leave?
“Follow my lead,” the wolf insisted. A dark glow enveloped him as he started to change, gradually taking on a more humanoid shape while legs and arms formed from his wolf limbs.
The fox changed in tandem. Without prompting, she started to grow, taking on a more human shape with wide hips and a soft, feminine build. She watched the wolf in awe as breasts grew from her chest and her shape became increasingly feminine. All the while, her fur remained. Even when the transformation was completed, she was still covered in a thin layer of silky, tan fur.
Her and the wolf man were suddenly only inches apart. He smelled so damn good, and from here, she saw he was clearly more than a head taller than herself. “W-- What is happening?” Without another word, the dark-furred wolf man started to kiss and nip her neck, moving down to her chest while his strong hand caressed her side and hip.
The fox girl nearly melted, her breath catching in her throat as her loins burned with need. She let him kiss and touch her. When his fingers brushed upon her labia, she let out a slight cry and shuddered, wishing for him to do more. When he pinched her nipple, electric shocks pulsed through her quivering form.
When his fingers pressed into the moist folds of her sex, she let out a lustful growl and pushed her hips down to meet his advance. Unable to do anything but let her instincts guide her, she leaned in and nipped the wolf man’s chest, sliding a lithe hand over his hardened abs and chest.
At some point, the wolf man removed his hand and placed it on her stomach. “You will make a wonderful mother,” he insisted.
The fox girl’s cheeks burned as she stared at with confusion and horniness. “I-- I’m not supposed to. I-- I was male,” she insisted with a shake of her head.
“That doesn’t matter,” the wolf man insisted. “You’re a woman. You have a womb. You will make a perfect mother, and you’ll be treated like a goddess.”
Her knees turned weak while adrenaline raged, a burning emptiness aching between her legs. “I-- I don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want to give birth-- I can’t…” Despite these words, her body moved automatically. She got on her hands and knees while turning away from the incredible beastman. Driven purely by instinct, she raised her backside for him, her tail swishing frantically while her sex quivered. ‘What am I doing? I-- I have to stop,’ she half-heartedly pleaded.
“You’ll love being pregnant and giving birth; I think you know that already,” the wolf man assured her, grabbing the base of his turgid shaft as he got into position and pressed the head into her hot, steamy folds. “Don’t worry. I will take care of you and ensure you’re properly spoiled.
She wanted to tell him to stop, but her mouth betrayed her. “I-- I need you… Please,” she begged. With that, she felt his long, hard cock press into her pussy, sliding in nice and slow while her vagina spasmed and stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. “Ahhhhh!” She cried out and pushed her hips back desperately. It was impossible to fight; she’d be impregnated-- her breasts would swell with milk to feed her child and she’d live a life of feminine, maternal instinct. ‘I can’t-- I shouldn’t… Oh god-- it feels so fucking good,’ she whimpered before letting out a howl as the virile male’s dick slid all the way up to the hilt.
“Ahhh!” Chris sat up panting, her heart racing in her chest. Her recollection of the dream had already fractured, but the key details remained. She had mated with a strong male-- there had been teasing and words of impregnation and she had been powerless to resist her urges.
“Fucking hell,” she grunted in frustration, pulling the blanket away as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed while propping an arm on her knee and placing a hand on her forehead. “What is wrong with me? This--,” she paused when a realization suddenly hit her.
Why was her arm covered in fur? Eyes wide, she shakily stood to her feet and rushed to the mirror, gasping as she saw her reflection. The same gorgeous fox woman as usual greeted her, but with one key difference. Pale tan fur covered her soft frame, and her mouth had taken on very slight, fox-like qualities, appearing somewhat muzzle-like. Dr. Rowena and Rodrick briefly came to mind and she couldn’t deny how attractive the vixen staring back at her was. More than ever before, it was hard to believe such a beautiful creature was real, and that it was her at that. “Well, shit…”
CHAPTER END
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