[Story] Growing Under the Full Moon (Patreon)
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Under the full moon’s glare, the woman collapses in the field, her screams devolving into choked rasps as her body distorts. Her legs fold first, knees cracking backward as tendons rupture. She kicks at the air, but her thrashing only accelerates the changes—her calves ballooning, pants stretching taut. Hooves split through her disintegrating shoes, cold and black.
A visceral pressure builds in her pelvis. Her spine jerks upward, vertebrae jutting like knuckles beneath her skin as her torso elongates. She gags on the sweaty stench of her own transformation as her nostrils flare into wet, quivering pits. Her jaw unhinges with a wet pop, teeth flattening, but her scream dies as her tongue swells, filling her mouth with its numb bulk.
Her breasts swell, skin tightening as they grow heavy, aching with unfamiliar weight. The fabric of her shirt strains, the seams splitting before finally bursting apart, leaving her chest bare as her nipples thicken and darken. Their unnatural size swayed with each convulsion of her reshaping body.
A relentless pulsing grips her, muscles clenching and releasing beyond her control. Her clothing shreds as her hips wrench apart, exposing the obscene progression—her anus distending outward, the rim engorged and darkening. It throbs in time with her racing heart, each contraction stretching the surrounding tissue further. She feels it, the raw, burning expansion, the humiliating exposure as the orifice dilates.
Her vision blurs as her skull reconfigures, but her mind remains cruelly lucid. She feels the coarse bristles piercing her skin like needles, her tailbone lengthening into a whip of bone and hair that lashes involuntarily. Every gasp floods her with the scent of grass and her own rank musk.
She tries to shut out the image of what she knows she looks like—the glistening snout, the protruding anus, the tail, the hooves—but it’s all she can think about. She trembles on alien limbs, her consciousness trapped inside the shuddering bulk of a farm animal. A final, anguished moo escapes her, deep and resonant, reverberating in her throat.
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