“Emily!”
The sound of her name was enough to bring the bear woman back to the present moment. For a few seconds she blinked back the fog of hazy lust that had coiled around her mind as she slowly gathered her sluggish thoughts.
Emily... that's... that's me. That voice... Brad's... my boyfriend. But... but why is he shouting? Why does he sound so upset? Was I... doing something... bad? Wait... w-what was I...?
Emily's eyes snapped open as soon as she remembered what had just happened. Oh god. I was... with Brittany... her tongue... against my... my f-fur...
She hadn't wanted to be with the other transforming woman, but she had felt compelled nonetheless. It had felt so good... so right. So natural. Animals, doing what animals do best. And Emily had nearly lost herself in the act, giving in fully to the animal that had been wrestling for control ever since she had first stumbled into this forest all those days ago.
She shifted her great furry bulk forwards, pulled herself from Brittany, eliciting a squeaky whimper from the eager beaver woman. Brittany only faintly registered her big furry mate's absence as she proceeded to grope and fondle her own sensitive areas. Unlike Emily, Brittany was too far gone to care about anything than her own pleasure, which she saw to with a single minded fervour.
Emily glanced over at Brad, saw the look of horror on his face. Shame, revulsion, and humiliation flooded through her. He... sees me as a dirty animal, she thought to herself. Big, fat, horny bear. Though she had managed to stop her mind from sliding into full animalistic devolution, it hadn't escaped the recent encounter completely unscathed. Thoughts were slow and sluggish, as if she had a head full of honey. Mmm. Honey.
Brad, for his part, stared up at the naked bear woman, the towering mass of fur and fat that had once been his beautiful girlfriend. Is, he chided himself inwardly. Who IS my beautiful girlfriend. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her... but at the same time, he had to admit that seeing what she had become... seeing the lewd, inhuman display she had just enacted with Brittany... well, he hated to admit it, but she frightened him.
Before he could muster up the courage to approach her, however, a cry from Leila brought all their attentions around.
“Brittany! No!”
It seemed that Brittany had been a busy little beaver indeed. Denied the attention of a fat furry fuckmate, the beaver had wasted no time in seeing to her own needs. Her nimble little fingers rubbed, pinched, and fondled sensitive changing flesh, only speeding up her own transformation. Leila had tried to call out to her friend, but there was no stopping the process as the animal shuddered and shifted and slipped away bit by bit. By the time the creature had squealed out in climax, all humanity was gone, and the beaver that had once been called Brittany settled down onto all fours and began to sniff idly at the forest floor.
Emily, Brad, and Leila stood silently, watching in wide-eyed horror as the little brown beaver trundled off into the woods without paying them a moment's notice. Leila cried as she watched her friend step out of her life forever, and while Brad and Emily had only met the former woman a few hours ago, they were just as stricken, not least of all because it provided a grim peek at the fate that potentially awaited a certain bear woman...
Tags: transformation, feral transformation, bear transformation, beaver transformation, mental transformation, magic
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Story by b-ridge |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Wang |
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