Sock Thief (Patreon)

Yet another snippet from the high tiers!  This one contains light foot play as well as a little bit of f+f in addition to f+m.  I hope y'all enjoy!

The room was a closet with old file boxes still stacked against the wall but Abigail stood just inside with a wide smile.  Her fists trembled at her sides.  She allowed herself to stomp her feet three times before coughing politely into her hand and adjusting her blouse and skirt, smoothing it over her waist.

Their company's human resources manager had retired.  As soon as she knew the ancient dragon-like woman was on her way out, Abigail had started on her campaign to take her place.  She'd taken on extra duties, made an effort to interact more with upper management and even spent as much time with Zelda, the now-retiree, in hopes that it would strengthen her claim.

And it had worked.  She was slightly bothered that management had immediately taken the old office for the president's son to start as department head of sales but that didn't matter because she still had her own room, complete with a door and windows.

She rolled back her sleeves but the silky fabric immediately unrolled back to her wrists.  She ignored them as she surveyed the area.  There had been one offer to help her get the room cleaned, from Sally in purchasing, but she knew how busy the woman was and didn't want to steal her away.

Cleaning the room seemed like a monumental task but she was excited to get started.  Her week was basically cleared with cleaning being the biggest block of time.  It was almost like a vacation.  A vacation filled with manual labor but a vacation from real work nonetheless.

Only after she began to work did she realize the room was carpeted and only then did she realize how old it truly was - the rest of the building had linoleum flooring.  She made a mental note to ask if it was possible to get it redone but it didn't bother her quite so much as she began to pick up the smaller items.  The heels of her pumps sunk into the old yellow and brown pile when she walked around the room to gather enough for a small box.  Most items belonged to the supply closet and were easy to transport but, when she was finished with that, the immense amount of boxes loomed over her.

Abigail sighed and squared her shoulders with a slight nod.  Long journeys started with a single step, she knew.

The hours passed as she slowly carried the boxes from her new office to the storage room where files were normally kept.  As lunch approached, she felt a lancing pain shoot from her lower back to her nape.  She paused, sitting back against the ancient metal desk stuck in the corner of the room in order to wipe sweat from her brow and top lip.  A quick look at her smartwatch told her it was past time for her to take a break.  She moved and winced, reaching behind to massage her sacrum carefully, grinding with her thumbs just beneath the twin dimples on her back.

Oh, a massage, she thought to herself.  It seemed like a luxurious treat but with the promotion and the extra money that came with it, it was a luxury she could now occasionally afford.

With a glance through the small window - another little perk that made her smile widely, she grabbed her jacket.  She slipped into it, smoothed her blouse and patted her skirt, double-checking for any dust she might've accumulated while carrying the decrepit boxes.

A few employees worked through their lunch, answering calls and fumbling their way through overly complicated spreadsheets.  She kept to herself, mostly because she had trouble making friends at work.  But, now that she was the HR manager she'd decided she would continue to keep to herself in order to foster a more professional presence.  It was definitely not an excuse to continue avoiding her coworkers beyond workplace pleasantries.

Cold misting rain spattered against Abigail's face once she stepped out on the sidewalk.  She gasped, ducked her head with a little shiver and fumbled for her collapsible umbrella.  It resisted her efforts to unfold when she smashed her finger against the button but when she shook it, it suddenly lanced out while unfolding and she squeaked in surprise.  Licking her lips and glancing around surreptitiously to see if any coworkers were nearby, she raised the umbrella and walked down the block.

Her heels splashed in thin puddles collecting on the concrete while she looked for street signs to get oriented.  She'd moved to the city just a little over eight months ago and still didn't know her way around very well.  As a homebody, she brought her own food and went home almost immediately.  Her shared home.  Since she wasn't sure the job would work out, she'd answered an ad for a roommate with the idea of getting her own place in a year if everything worked well.  Hyo Byun, her roommate, was a lovely girl that tended to do her own thing quietly and Abigail was grateful for the arrangement.

The massage parlor was squeezed between a laundromat and a liquor store.  She hesitated, staring through the glass front and the gaps in the dark black curtains. Abigail chewed on her lip while angling her umbrella to block the shifting drizzle. There was another further away but she wasn't sure she'd be back in time if she walked that far.

"I'll go in and look and leave if it doesn't feel right," she said out loud, steeling herself for a potential awkward confrontation.  The thought of it made her anxious but she forced herself to visualize it happening in her head in order to lessen the stress of it.  Dealing with people was exhausting to her.

After looking left and right, she crossed into the small parking lot, focusing on the door to the small business.  With the curtains as a backdrop, the windows showed her reflection clearly.  Abigail stopped to stare at her face.  She touched her cheek and then flashed a fake smile - one she worked on regularly for her job.  Her dimples showed and she traced her finger down to them before pulling a curly lock of black hair back.

Finally, she grabbed the door handle and pushed, wincing slightly when a set of bells chimed overhead.  The smell of incense assaulted her - sandalwood and hints of lesser scents that she couldn't recognize.  She shook her umbrella off outside and then collapsed it before setting it within a small bucket by the door.

Art covered the walls of the small waiting area, leaving no space uncovered. Abigail found herself mesmerized by all of it but she also found it strangely off-putting.  Each piece tugged at her subconscious in a peculiar way that threatened to leave her slack jawed the longer-

"Hello!" a cheerful voice said, pulling Abigail back from the brink.  A young black woman in flowing robes swept through a curtain of shining gemstones.  Her afro was pulled back by a wide band with intricate line art and her happy, confident smile lit up her narrow face.  "Welcome to the Divine Touch massage parlor!"

"H- hi," Abigail said, shaking herself while blinking several times.  She could still see negative space artifacts from the wall art fading in her eyes.

"If you had an appointment, I'm afraid Mrs. Houghton isn't in today," the girl said as she stepped up to the counter.  "Are you a regular of hers?  I don't recognize you."

"No," Abigail told her.  "I just stopped by.  I'd hoped I could just get a massage on my lunch break."

"Oh," the girl said.  Her smile faltered.  "How did- You just stopped by?  Did you see our shop from-  Well.  Huh."

"N- no," Abigail said, unnerved by the odd conversation.  "It showed up on my phone when I looked for a massage parlor."

"Your phone?" the woman said.  Her voice did little to hide the disbelief in her tone.  "There's just no-"

Her smile widened and her eyes twinkled.

"Ohhh, I get it now," she laughed lightly, hiding her mouth behind a slim hand.  Her hair bounced ever so slightly.  "You're pulling my leg.  Well, if you're here, you must have an appointment.  I'm afraid my own abilities are fairly limited since I'm still in training but I'll do my best.  Follow me to the back!"

Abigail glanced back at the art before letting the woman lead her through the curtain and into a dim side room.  Softly bubbling water made Abigail look around the room until she spied a trickling flow coursing through a ceramic sculpture.  Rolled towels lay on a shelf set in the wall and several unlabeled bottles with varying colors of liquid were arrayed next to them.  The massage table itself dominated the room,

"I'll leave you to get undressed," the woman said.  "Just cover yourself with the towel and I'll be back to get started."

When the woman left, Abigail stood within the room, staring at the towels.

Do- do I get all the way naked? she thought to herself, ashamed that she wasn't aware of the protocol.  Or just my underwear?  No way do I strip completely.  No way.

Abigail slipped out of her jacket, hanging it from a hook jutting from the wall near the shelf.  With a quick look towards the closed door, she unzipped her skirt to let it fall to the ground before picking it up to fold it and place it onto the floor.  Another glance and she pulled her blouse over her head, working quickly to tuck the arms in and lay it atop her skirt.

She stood for a moment in her leggings and panties and bra.  It was strange, really, to be nearly naked in a public place.  While far outside her norm, she was surprised to realize that she didn't feel as uncomfortable as she should.  Still, she grabbed a towel, shaking it to unroll it and then wrapping it around her body to cover her breasts and waist so that it opened in front.  She sat on the edge of the massage table before swinging her legs up and twisting around to lay on her belly.  A moment later, she adjusted her breasts to make them comfortable.  And then she waited.

"It's Sabine," a soft voice said after a gentle knock on the door.

Abigail turned her head slightly to see the woman's legs as she walked around to ready herself for the massage.

"So, what are we doing today?" Sabine asked while standing at the side of the table.

"Oh, just a massage," Abigail said, thrown off by the question.  "I moved boxes at work and it really strained my back."

"Ahhh- hah?  Well.  Well, yes, I can do that," Sabine told her, turning back to the shelf with the vials of liquids.  "Just a nice little massage.  Yes. Yes, that's easy."

Sabine rolled back the top of the towel to leave Abigail's shoulders bare.  The base of her palms pressed into flesh and muscle, grinding into the skin until she pushed down, moving the towel further to dig her fingers in.  Abigail sighed and closed her eyes with her arms resting against two little cushions beneath the table.  Her forehead lay against more padding while her face hovered over a cutout that allowed her to see the carpeted floor below.

Serene music played, a string instrument she wasn't familiar with but thought it reminded her of something Asian in nature.  Warm oil, spread by Sabine's hands, soaked into her skin.  It was absolutely heavenly and she found herself biting back moans that seemed forced from within when the other woman worked.

The towel opened further and Abigail barely noticed she felt Sabine's deft fingers unhook her bra to lay the straps to her sides.  She felt as if she were at the bottom of a well.  A deep, dark, soft, warm well far away from everything else.

"Feelssss good," Abigail groaned when Sabine's thumbs rolled into the muscles alongside her spine.

With a few occasional stops to pour more oil into her hands, Sabine continued her work, kneading away the aches and pains and knots in Abigail's back.

The woman's hands pushed gently, but expertly, into Abigail's sacrum and this time she couldn't hold back a quiet little moan.  The slick fingers pressed and rolled and grinded and rolled and pressed.  With one rotation of her thumbs, tendons formed and wrapped themselves around the base of Abigail's coccyx.  WIth the second rotation, the coccyx cracked and Abigail gasped when it floated freely.  Until the third rotation caused another bone to form just beneath while muscles grew like armor around them.

"Oh," Abigail said softly.  Her eyes fluttered as Sabine worked with the taut muscles just above the bands of her panties.

Warmth pooled in her chest, tickling her throat with every exhaled breath.  Now the fingers took on a different sensation against her body.  No longer were they simply skillful hands working over her body; now they teased her, stroking her body as it woke.  Her nerves responded to the woman's touch like microscopic mouths eager to feed as the warmth spread, coaxed out by the oil covering her.  Abigail gripped the bars holding the padded arms in place.

She told herself it was because she'd had no intimacy in such a long time, not even before she'd moved to the city.  It was nothing more than a natural response to being touched by someone in sensual-

Abigail opened her mouth to moan when Sabine's palm slid up her back on either side of her spine.  She stilled herself when those glorious hands pressed deep into her body to drag back down, slowing near her ass.  Deep within her hips, her nascent tail wriggled when the surrounded muscle and flesh pushed against it.

Vellus hairs, slick and heavy with oil, tried to lift over her back in response to Sabine's massage.  Abigail gasped.  She was panting as heat warmed her back to an almost torturous degree.

Hair follicles tunneled through the skin over her spine and surrounding it, opening as hairs formed within and pushed through until they emerged, coiling against her back under the weight of liquid coating her body. A tangle of the hairs grew above her tailbone before slowly spreading over her bare, unblemished skin until a wide strip of tangled, dark hair covered her spine.

"I'll just wash off my hands for the rest, one moment," Sabine said and she raised the towel back up, covering the wild hairs and the small bump of her lengthening tail.  Abigail tried to answer but she could only lick her lips and pant with her mouth open and eyes wide.  She shivered, twisting from her ass to her shoulders as strange energy mixed with the heat and blood coursing through her body.  It was all wrong but she felt so incredibly relaxed and warm.  She didn't want it to stop and she secretly hoped the girl would "accidentally" slip her fingers into the gap between her thighs.

The thought shocked her but she couldn't stop picturing it.  Fingers plunging into her plump, swollen labia as she lay there.

God, Abigail thought, closing her eyes.  She'd experimented once, briefly at a party in college but it was in a drunken haze and she'd felt sick the morning after - and not entirely from the hangover.  Now, though, she could picture it so clearly.  Fingers stroking her over and over until the woman bent down to tell her what a good girl-

Abigail whimpered but her throat tightened and the tone rose into a soft whine.  She found herself tensing the muscles deep within her pussy when Sabine squeezed her thighs.  Nails accidentally dragged against the soft, sensitive skin and Abigail clamped her mouth shut to silence herself.  Her nostrils bulged with every breath.  She felt agitated and twitchy when an echo of her heartbeat throbbed between her legs.  Unable to hold herself back, she gasped when she felt her undeniable arousal.  Abigail licked her lips.  They trembled and she whined once more.

Sabine hummed softly while working her hands over Abigail's thin calves.  The apprentice lost herself in her work and her mind wandered dangerously afield.  Her focus continuously wavered as she mentally worked over the lessons her mistress provided in the past.  Magic flowed through her arms and out into the tips of her fingers.

Now down to her client's feet, Sabine raised Abigail's leg, bending it back until it was in a comfortable position for her to work with.  She held the leg against her body with both hands surrounding the ankle while she massaged the heel with her thumbs.  The leggings Abigail wore slid over the rough skin as Sabine pushed deep into her, shoving and grinding to ease the dull ache.

When Sabine's strong fingers worked down to the arch of Abigail's foot, she bit the back of her lip hard enough to taste blood.  Her entire body was a livewire but the sensation of fingers rubbing from the base of her forefoot up to her heel was almost too much to bear.

Despite the situation and her dwindling self control, Abigail couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs and lifting her ass slightly off the table.  She huffed through her nose as the image of being fingered dissolved.  Primal desires took root within her body.  The magic wormed its way deep inside of her.  A flash in her mind.  Weight against her back.  She blinked and it was gone but she spread her knees a tiny bit more.  Teeth against her nape and she gasped out but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.  Growling in her ears, reverberating throughout her skull and now she did moan.  Her panties clung to her, damp from her arousal.

New urges imprinted into her while Sabine worked, spreading Abigail's toes when she pressed into her forefoot and more gently against the webbing.

Abigail's toenails slid past her cuticles, sinking into the flesh beneath.  Keratin flowed over her nails in layers until they latched onto the bones, anchoring themselves while growing dense and forcing her narrow toes to swell slightly to contain the new mass.

Need... need... Abigail panted.  Her consciousness was shrunken and floating.  Threads of magic laced itself against her body and the growing animal aspect strengthened its hold, tying itself to her with knots that would never come undone.

The beast within translated the fingers into a rough tongue lashing against her foot.  Abigail squirmed but gripped the handles of the padded cushions to try and keep herself from moving.  An orgasm was growing.  She could feel it deep in her belly, twisting and writhing and pulsing as the woman's tongue-

No, she thought, squeezing her eyes harder.  Fingers.  They're... f- fingers.  I- I- I-

Abigail bucked and barked sharpy when an orgasm tore through her.  She yanked her leg from Sabine's hands and twisted before rolling, falling to the floor and catching herself on her hands and knees.

"Oh god," Abigail said, staring at the floor in shame until she realized she wasn't wearing her bra.  With a quiet whine, she grabbed it as well as her shoes, shirt, skirt, and jacket.

"No, hey, no it's okay, it's-" Sabine tried to say but Abigail clutched her clothes to her heaving chest.  She sidled around the room, staring at her feet until she reached the door.  "You don't have to-"

Abigail bolted, cursing herself mentally.  The crystal curtain tinkled angrily as she pushed through it and then she grabbed the door handle before shoving down to turn it enough to force it open. Soft black hairs pierced the skin on the outside of her thighs in a narrow patch.  They spread upwards, reaching her hip and then around until they touched the little tuft above the crack of her ass. The thicker patch of hair moved when the tip of her tail bent downward in a futile attempt to cover her soaked panties.

Faint streams of steam coursed away from her as she stood outside in the drizzling rain.  She cursed again, loudly this time while frantically trying to dress herself outside.  Her blouse dragged against the hairs on her back, causing her to shiver and whimper but she ignored it while pulling her skirt up and zipping it.  The girl yipped when the zipper caught against little black hairs on the side of her thigh above the band of her panties.  She stumbled, shoving her arms into her jacket while simultaneously trying to slip her feet into her shoes.  They pinched her painfully due to her swollen toes but she bared her teeth and shoved until they were in place.

"Wait!" Sabine said from inside but Abigail walked away as quickly as she could in her pumps.

The cold rain soothed her heat while cooling her body but her cheeks were afire. As much as she wanted to pretend she didn't just orgasm in the massage parlor, she could still feel the woman's touch and the way her drenched panties rubbed against her thighs.

With a woman?  Really? she asked herself.

Abigail tried to calm herself down. She told herself, as she'd done before, that it was simply a matter of lack of intimacy.  And while that had never been a problem before, it was different now because she'd been basically nude and the oil was warm and wet and-

"Fuhhh-" she groaned, leaning against a nearby wall with her mouth open.

She was panting again.  Black specks appeared over the bare skin on the sides of her back before the hairs lengthened into soft stubble that pricked her blouse and tugged against her body to send shivers down her spine.  She forced herself on while arranging her clothing to look more presentable and, soon, she arrived back at work.  Her keys jingled in the small pocket hidden in the folds of her skirt.

With a quick glance at herself in the glass doors to ensure nothing was out of place, Abigail pulled the doors and walked inside.

Her scent hit her like a brick in the face and she froze immediately.  She oozed spent sex and it both warmed her and made her feel incredibly self conscious.

I have to go.  If I can smell it, they can smell it, she told herself.

Perfume, tinged with other faint scents, flooded her nose, nearly obscuring her own smell.  Her eyes watered and she rubbed her nose.  Something new in her brain connected and she suddenly pictured her coworker Shawna behind her.

The office door opened.  Abigail jumped and turned to see Shawna looking at her with a curious expression.

"Hi, Abi," the woman said.  "Rainy day, huh?"

"Y- yeah," Abigail answered while backing up.

Her coworker cocked her head but kept walking, apparently oblivious to the smell of pussy.

Maybe it's not bad, she told herself while rolling her shoulders to ease the itching sensation over her back.  Maybe I'm just imagining it because- because of what happened.  Just all in my head.  I can't leave.  What would they think if, right after getting promoted, I went home?  I'll just work through it.  The physical labor will help settle my nerves.

With a decision made, she settled her skirt and blouse and made her way through the office, walking closer to the walls to avoid contact with people.  The loud click-clack-clicking of keyboards chattered in her ears while the aroma of thousands of old lunches and their discarded remains fought for her attention.  The cloying mixture of smells made her feel a little sick but it was also strangely interesting to her.  She stopped into their kitchen, following the river of scents until she stood before the trash can.  Licking her lips, she pressed the little pedal to open the lid and stare down at the food waste.  Her stomach grumbled.  She knew there was chicken somewhere in there - breaded, not grilled.  And someone's sandwich, thick with mayo.  And curry.  From last week at least - an old scent.  She reached in to pull paper towels aside.

"Did you drop something?" a voice said before her.  "I can help so you don't have to get your hands dirty."

Abigail stepped back while swallowing the surprised yip that nearly forced its way to her lips.  Grease and the sharp odor of mechanical oil told her who it was before the voice registered in her mind.

"I- oh, I thought I- No," she said lamely.  "But, thank you, Tony."

"Alright.  Oh, hey, congrats on the promotion!  I forgot to tell you yesterday," he said.  She spared a glance at him to see his genuine smile.  And his rough, large hands.  As the warehouse manager, he spent half his time working out in the shop and he was definitely built for it.  For just a moment she could feel his hands against her.

"Th- Thanks," Abigail stuttered, turning away.  She stepped quickly to the fridge to grab her sandwich and carrots.  "I appreciate that.  It's a big deal for me."

"I bet," he told her, from behind.  "Just let me know if any of my people get called to the principal's office and I'll do what I can."

"Mmhmm," Abigail muttered, eager to be away.

She nearly ran from the room, turning the corner and then another before she reached her new office.  Once there, she shut her door before turning the rod to close the twin blinds that faced into the office.  She blanked her mind as well as she could, shutting out the nonstop ruffling of paper, the keyboard clacking and the squeaking of chairs.  When her mind drifted to the table and the way Sabine's hands felt on her feet, she shoved that away to focus on her food.  Inevitably, the memory would resurface.  She dwelled on it with a shuddering sigh until she realized what she was doing.  The pattern continued until she wolfed down the handful of remaining carrots.

Abigail's feet throbbed in her pumps.  It was different than before, focused in her forefeet and the toes themselves rather than the arch and heel .  She ignored it and crouched to lift two file boxes.  It almost felt like the bones were grinding together in her toes.  She wobbled, her gait thrown off but she forced herself to continue in an effort to work past the pain and the incredibly embarrassing memory.

After two trips, the pain grew too intense.  She nibbled on the back of her lip before reaching behind to scratch above her ass.  And then up, digging her nails into the light black fur.  More was growing, slowly filling in the gaps of bare skin until the stubble covered her completely.

It made sense to go barefoot.

It was a natural thing, she knew that.  Walking barefoot was right and normal.  She did it at home even when her feet weren't hurting.  There shouldn't be a problem with it now.

Abigail stepped out of her right shoe and the relief was immediate and immense.  She groaned and clawed at her sides before stepping out of the left.  Her toes flattened and splayed out, stretching the leggings covering her feet.

As if in response to being freed, keratin once more formed, growing from where her nails attached to the bones and up.  Little bumps pushed against the front of her leggings where they covered her feet.  She stretched, raising her arms high with a hissing sigh as the nails pinched, bending in half while they curved slightly.

"Soooo much better," she groaned, rocking from side to side before running her hands down her body.

She grabbed more boxes, crouching to lift. When she stood, she raised herself to her forefeet for three steps with her heel bouncing to touch the ground.  On the fourth step, she walked flat-footed.

The smells outside her office were so interesting to her.  She turned, breathing deeply every time she stepped out of the storage room and her own office.  It was such a mixture of scents that begged for her attention.  One of the smells, a person - a man, in fact, confused her.  She couldn't recognize it and it crisscrossed the office too many times to be a visitor. Abigail sniffed quickly while stalking through the office in her leggings, following the scent until she found the strongest thread.  From there, she continued to find a young man bending beside the cooler to get a drink of water.

She lifted her chin to breathe deeply of him but then stepped back when he turned with his cup in hand.

"Oh, uh, hi," the man said, adjusting the glasses he wore.  He was young, she thought - barely out of college with the look of someone new to the workplace.  "I'm Josh.  I don't think we've met?  I'm bad with faces, though.  Oh.  I mean.  Ummm."

"Abigail," she said, offering her hand.  He took it and she felt an electric jolt when he squeezed briefly before letting go.

"I'm just here for the day to help the purchasing department get all their paperwork done," he continued.  "Temp agency sent me."

She couldn't stop smelling him.  There was a scent, a recent one, of ammonia.  But not exactly.  It was mixed with other complex smells but the totality of it made her swallow and lick her lips.  Her own smell began to grow stronger once more.

"Good to meet you," she said while maintaining eye contact and smiling.

"Y- yeah," he told her, his brow furrowed.  "Same.  I'll just- I'll just get back to it."

She watched him go, staring at his shoulders and down to his ass.  An image flashed, fingers on her foot but transposed with the tongue that she'd briefly imagined it to be.  She shook her head but trembled and raised up to her forefeet.  The tip of her tail lashed against her blouse as she went back to her office to grab more boxes.  Her mind returned to him as she carried the load out into the hallway.

Bones creaked in her ankle, shifting backwards.  She bent her knees slightly while still walking on the broad front of her feet, lifting her heel while settling into a position that was quickly becoming more natural for her.  In her mind she could see him bent over at the water fountain but then was gone, replaced with her.  On her hands and knees.  Looking back at him.

Abigail panted and licked her lips.  She staggered briefly but continued to walk until she was in the storage room at the other end of the building.  Once inside, she dropped the boxes and lay back against the cool wall, sliding until she sat on the floor with her feet out in front of her and her legs spread.

The smell of her pussy was driving her mad.  She scratched at her nose and her aching jaw, rubbing the palm of her hands against her teeth.  Her canines were twisting in their sockets, crowding her other teeth while she lay back, pushing her hands down to claw at her thighs.  She panted as her unfocused eyes stared at her feet and static buzzed in her ears.

The bumps against her leggings moved while she watched.  They shifted, sliding forward, dragging the stretchy fabric into curved points that strained.  She gasped and squirmed, pulling her skirt up before sliding her fingers down to the crotch.  Wetness touched her fingers and she pressed, gasping when she felt her clit, swollen from her arousal.

Sharp black points pierced the feet of her leggings.  Abigail stared at them, confused by what she was seeing.  She tried to focus but her finger wouldn't stop making circling motions over the damp spot between her thighs.

Her tongue pressed against the back of her lower teeth.  She swallowed and coughed lightly when it surged, tickling her uvula before sliding forward, slipping past her sharpened canines and down beneath her bottom lip.  A single strand of drool formed at the tip of her tongue.

Abigail fumbled with her blouse, reaching for the small phone she kept in her front pocket.  She undid the button and pulled it out, moaning when she briefly brushed against her nipple.

"What- what am I-" she stared at her phone, confused by the device.

She writhed, undulating against the wall.  The edge of her nails caught against the seat of the leggings, dragging against them with sharp, tiny jerking motions.  Her fingers throbbed as, like her toes, the nails slid into her flesh, seeking the tips of her finger bones to fuse into them before curling outward, bending and bulging outward into claws that tore at the fabric.  A small slit opened in her leggings and she plunged her fingers within to rub against her panties.

"Call," she moaned, raising her chest while licking her nose.  She huffed and sneezed as black hairs emerged from her jaw.  Her cheeks burned.  The bone structure was reshaping, shaving away in one place while more formed forward, tugging at her face.  "Need to- need to call."

Abigail pulled the phone up to her face.  It flashed, unable to recognize her in order to unlock and she snarled at it, pulling it down to press her fingers into the screen.  Her claws clacked against the screen but it finally woke.

"Ahh- ahh-" she moaned, shoving aside her panties to press her finger between her slick lips.  "Ahhhoooohhhhh."

The howl was thin and quiet but pulled from her depths when a small orgasm coursed through her body.  Yet it only left her hungry for more and she shoved her finger deeper.

"Call.  Desk." she panted, staring at her screen.

Her brown irises were pushing against the black limbal ring, shoving against it to expand, swallowing the whites of her eyes until they were barely visible at the edges.  Her fingers fumbled with the strange device in her hand, guided by deep muscle memory until she heard a buzzing sound.  She placed it against her ear and then yanked it away with a sharp growl with an overly loud voice answered.

"Josh," she muttered while slapping her hand against her crotch with her finger plunging deep inside.  The curve of her claw pressed down into her, rubbing against the folds within but she pulled it back before the tip could cut her.  Dark hairs were sprouting from the backs of her fingers, already slick from her creamy white cum.  "Need help.  Storage.  Storage room."

The voice warbled something but she just mumbled a breathless "Yes" and thumbed the disconnect button.  Her claw scratched the surface before she dropped the phone.

Abigail brought her fingers to her mouth, lapping at them sloppily with her broad, floppy tongue until they were clean.  She forced herself up and her leggings shredded themselves against the claws on her feet. Her toes slipped through the gaps, already covered in black hairs.  She raised herself onto her forefeet and flipped off the light, smearing the switch with the juices from her pussy.

And then she waited, scenting the air.  Pressing herself back against the wall with her legs spread.  She unzipped herself and the skirt fell but she ignored it while grabbing the seat of her leggings to pull them apart and widen the tear.  The tip of her tail lay exposed and it curled, tugging at the fabric but she ignored it as she slipped a finger back inside her needy sex.

He was coming and her tail wagged.  As soon as the door opened, she grabbed him and shoved her short muzzle against his mouth while slamming her hip against the door to close it.  She dragged him deeper into the room while clawing at his pants and twisting her tongue against him.  When she reached the far wall, she pushed him against it and then pulled him down.  His glasses clattered to the ground.

"Wha- wha- what are you-" he stuttered when she broke the kiss.  He sat hard and she grabbed the front of his pants, fumbling to undo the button and zipper.

His cock sprung free when she tugged his pants down and she growled happily.  Leaning forward, she kissed it, lashing his flaccid dick with her broad tongue before nuzzling against the fold between his thigh and ballsack.

Abigail continued to pull down while Josh tried to grab for his pants but he hesitated, lured in by the pornographic fantasy made real.  He squinted at the dark form before him but his eyesight failed him so he just groaned and grabbed the woman's hair until she moved too far down for him.

"I'm- oh god, oh god, I'm so gonna get fired for thiiiiiiisssss," he groaned when she paused to lean forward and kiss his cock once more.

She yanked his shoes away from his feet and continued to pull both his pants and his underwear down until she threw them behind her.  Once more she growled, on hands and knees with her lightly furred tail curling behind her.  She started to move forward until a peculiar scent caught her attention.  She huffed and bent to his feet, shoving her nose into the gap between his toes and forefeet.

Abigail snuffled at the man's foot, sniffing from his toes to his heel.

"What are you, hey, what are you doing?" he asked. She spared a glance at him to see him with his cock in hand, pumping it slowly.  She moaned, hungry to taste him, to feel him inside of her but the scent...

Abigail nuzzled into his black sock, rolling her furred cheek against it.  She rubbed her face down into his arch, huffing out once more before biting the sock between her sharpened teeth.  The girl tugged at it, whipping her head back and forth in little movements.

"You could just, I don't know, use your hands?" Josh said.  "Is this a thing?  I'm- I'm sorry, I'm kind of vanilla so I don't know how this works but if youuuuOOH!"

Her rough tongue dragged against his sock, over his arch.  The man groaned and squeezed his cock. He was already sensitive from her kisses and the attention she'd given to his dick and now her tongue surprised him.  Abigail bit at the sock again and pulled, tugging it over his foot with several quick jerks.  She growled, shaking it in her mouth briefly before dropping it and moaning, once more sliding her cheek against his now bare foot.

The memory of Sabine's fingers echoed through her retreating mind. She clawed at him while pressing her wet nose into the webbing between his toes.  Josh gasped when her tongue flicked against the skin.  She turned her head while letting her tongue out completely and dragged it slowly over the width of his foot before licking her lips and bending down to lash him from the base of his heel to the tips of his toes.  He twisted and gasped and reached for her but she stayed out of his reach.

"God!  God that's intense!" Josh moaned when the tips of the whiskers emerging from above her lips brushed the sole of his foot.

Abigail's ears flexed as they elongated but bent beneath their own length to lay against her cheek.  She pressed her lips against the tips of his toes in the mockery of a kiss before opening her mouth and shoving down.  Her sharp teeth dragged against the top and bottom of his foot while her tongue writhed against his toes, flexing and twisting and slipping between each in return.

Finally, she pulled back with a huff, shaking her head and leaning forward on hands and knees to crawl over him, staring at the cock he held in his hand.  He pushed his legs forward beneath her until he was on his back and she growled before grabbing his hand to pull it away.  She pinned him to the ground, holding his wrists with her paws.  She shoved down, moaning as she trapped his cock against his belly.

"God, you're so hot!" James moaned.  "Your puh- pussy- is burning!"

She pressed herself forward and back, grinding against his shaft. Drool dripped from her tongue and her tail pulled at her ass.  The tip of it nearly touched her back and it was shaggy with soft black fur that waved when it wagged from her rocking motions.

Leaning forward, she licked his neck, lifted her hips and shoved back.  Her wet pussy parted easily around the head of his dick.

"Ooohhhh fuuuck you're so wet, Jesus!" Josh groaned.  He tried to raise his arms but she held him firmly while sliding down his cock until her pussy touched his belly.

Fur spread from her nape, down over her shoulders and around.  Abigail groaned as the million little fingers dug into her flesh to allow the hairs to take root.  She raised her muzzle with her mouth open and her eyes fixed to the ceiling as she finally filled the aching void throbbing between her thighs.

Abigail whined quietly with every rocking motion, shoving herself down as deep as she could.  She squeezed every inch of him before pulling back and her lips flared around him, gripping him tightly.

Suh- slow- slow down," he moaned beneath her.  "Too tight.  Jesus, too tight.  So fucking good."

She growled and licked his face and lips but thrust back harder.  Eager for his seed.  Slapping her ass down against his thighs while her cum soaked into his pubic hair and the fur spreading over her crotch and thighs.

"Pull.  Off.  I can't.  I can't-" he groaned and shuddered and she felt him release inside of her but she only shoved faster, growling and squeezing and slamming.

Her own orgasm was close, pushed closer by the feeling of his sperm spreading within.  She grunted and growled and shoved until finally, she came, throwing back her head with her long muzzle opened wide before snapping shut.  She spasmed and gripped his wrist tight, claws marking his skin.

"I- I- I-" Josh gasped, lifting his ass to push deeper inside.  His cum leaked from her as she pulsed around his cock.

She pushed at his cheek, turning his face.  She held him there and he swallowed.

Thoughts were returning.  Slowly.  Now sated, she found the narrow, dark tunnel of her consciousness was widening.  Her heart beat faster when she began to realize what she'd done.  She sat astride him with his semi-hard cock still inside of her.  She could see her hand, covered in black hairs and the curve of her claws.  Worse, she felt pressure against her ass and the weight of her tail.  Her muzzle blinked in and out of the view of her eyes while her brain tried to isolate it and ignore it in her line of sight.

Abigail tried to speak but it rumbled out as a strange growl.  She coughed and huffed and tried again.  And then a third time.

"Don't.  Look.  Stay." she told him.

Josh nodded at her command and she slowly pulled off, hissing while involuntarily clenching her pussy around his dick.  She moaned and bowed her head when his dick popped free.  Her left ear flexed inside out until she shook herself to settle it in place.

"Yeah, yeah I get it," Josh said, nodding his head with it still turned to the side.  "Just- just a little quick thing.  Nobody needs to know anything.  I- I don't want to get fired from the temp agency."

"Talk.  Too much," Abigail growled while pushing herself back.  She grabbed a nearby shelf, pulling herself up on shaky legs.  When she automatically lifted up to her forefeet, she pushed herself down but found it was no longer natural so she ground her fangs together and raised back up.  "Stay."

She cast glances behind her to ensure the man lay where he was while she retrieved her skirt.  Details of the world around her eluded her but the main concepts were still there and more was coming back every minute.  She grabbed her skirt, pulling it up and zipping it awkwardly with a claw hooked into the little loop.  Her tail resisted efforts to shove it beneath the skirt but she persisted until it was trapped.

Panic ate at the edge of her mind, threatening to send her into a downward spiral of hysteria but she ignored it as best she could.

Cum slid down her thighs over her leggings.  A few strands of fur, longer than the others and poking through the fabric, snagged the cum briefly before it swung and attached lower.  She could feel it all inside and it threatened to drag her back into heat.

There was no emergency exit or back door.  The only exit in their relatively small office was through the front.

She listened with her sharp ears while ignoring the pounding of her heart.  When footsteps faded away, she opened the door and slipped through, ducking into the hallway.  Rationality was returning more quickly now.

"Hey, what- what the hell is that?" someone said.

Oh god, she moaned internally.  That's the fucking president of the company.

Abigail barked loudly and dropped to her hands, scrabbling for purchase against the smooth floor before tucking her legs beneath her and running at full speed.  She hated how natural the movement felt.  Her tail streamed behind her while her claws cracked loudly against the linoleum.  Shouts, curses,  and a single scream followed her until she reached the door.  She hesitated only for a moment. Still low to the ground, she bashed her shoulder into the handle, forcing it open.

"The fuck!" a random pedestrian yelled when she bowled into him.  His hand thumped his chest, popping the top of his coffee and spilling it over his chest.  He screamed and danced, dropping the cup while Abigail slid on the concrete sidewalk.  Her dense claws scraped until she pushed her hands and feet down to stop herself with the thick, dusky padding over her palms and forefeet.  She heard and then felt her skirt tear and it hung oddly on her waist.

Now she leapt, landing on two feet to run to the little parking lot at the side of her building.  A few people watched her but she ignored them.  Her tongue slapped against her chin until she licked her wide, black nose.  She was panting and frantic, touching the little recessed pocket on her skirt to ensure her house key and car remote were still there. Her ears perked up, lifting like glossy black gull wings to listen for sounds around her while she wove through the parking lot to her little car.

"Thrk grrd," she tried to say, growling when the words didn't work properly.  She pawed and clawed at her door hand, scratching deep grooves in the paint.  The door beeped and unlocked and she opened it before throwing herself into the seat.

WIth the door closed, she hunkered down, listening for a moment before pressing her foot against the brake.  It flexed oddly, bent at a strange angle and her broad forefoot nearly touched the gas pedal.  She pushed her foot experimentally a few times before hitting the ignition button.

Forced to sit forward to allow room for her tail, she struggled to put the seat belt on but it finally clicked and she very carefully backed out.  Her hand slid on the shifter and the padding bunched when she closed her fist but she finally made it work, shifting into drive to pull out of the lot.

The streets were empty.  She mentally said a prayer of thanks while turning onto the main road but with a lull in immediate threats, a new one took its place.  The smell of sex, diluted by the outside air and ignored during her frantic race, crowded the cabin of her car.  She caught herself sniffing and clawing at her thigh before she realized what she was doing.  Worse, she began to see flashes of her assault against Josh.  And rather than horrify her, it made her aroused.

Ignore it, god, ignore it, she told herself, desperately trying to focus on the road in front of her.

A car honked loudly and sped up, passing her on the right and she looked down to see she was driving twenty miles under the limit.  She growled and accelerated while her temples throbbed and her nostrils widened, taking in the smell of the man's cum mixed into her fur.  It was drying already, leaving her fur hardened in patches against her body.

She could feel it happening - the narrowing of her consciousness.  It felt like her brain was tightening in a strange way, pinching at the edges while draping everything in a blanket of soft, warm snow.

Familiar streets showed in front of her. She tried to read the signs but some letters were simply shapes now.  Whimpering, she focused on the houses, remembering each of them until she found her own.  She turned sharply, nearly hitting her roommate's car and then the front of the house until she remembered to brake.  Her broad thumb hit the button to shut her car off and she gripped the door handle, scratching the hard plastic door with her claws.  She paused, closing her eyes while her ears rocked forward, tussling her curly black hair.

She could hear lawn mowers and cars and faint laughter but nothing inside.  Her roommate worked nights and should be sleeping but sometimes woke early to do a few chores.

Abigail opened the door and slid out, going to all fours and stretching her body forward.  She shoved against the car to close the door and then crawled forward, purposefully keeping herself low to hide from any watching neighbors.  Purposefully.  Not because it felt nice to stretch out her body and walk like the dog she was.

No, she said, shaking her head.  Not.  Not a dog.

She reached the door and stood, shoving her paw into pocket.  She growled, pushing the key into the doorknob over and over until she vaguely remembered to slide it into the keyhole and turn.  She yipped happily when the knob turned and she could head inside.  Her tail waved behind her, tugging at her back and ass while rubbing against her torn skirt.

No, focus, she told herself, breathing deeply and bracing her body against a nearby counter when she felt the urge to go to her hands and feet.  Focus.  Not a dog.

She walked through the quiet house, sniffing the air and listening.  Her roommate was snoring softly.  Better yet, she could feel her mind unfolding once more, returning her to her senses to-

Abigail stopped and turned her muzzle, lifting her chin while breathing deeply.

Something... she thought, following the scent.  She dropped to the floor, catching herself on her paws while pressing her muzzle to the ground, huffing and sniffing with her tail curled in the air behind her.  Her blouse lifted up, brushing the fur low on her belly.  Something good.

Her padding rasped softly on the cold tiles of the utility room.  The smell invaded the center of her brain and she focused on it, relishing the way all her complex worries faded away to leave more simplified sensations and urges and-

Abigail's nose bumped against a plastic basket.  She pushed her head forward, shoving her muzzle deep into the clothes contained within.  The girl huffed and pushed deeper, breathing deeply of her roommate's scent.  Her nose brushed against panties until she found what she wanted. She latched onto it and pulled back with her treasure in her teeth and her tongue rolled and flexed against the sock she held in her mouth while her tail wagged fiercely behind her.

Her heat woke within her like the extinguished smoke of a candle catching fire, tracing a path back to the wick to relight the flame.  She whimpered and whined and pushed herself upright, clawing at the wall with the sock still in her mouth.  It was too faint, too clean.  She needed more.  She needed much more.

Despite the size of their shared house, she could smell herself growing wet and it enhanced the smell of Josh's cum, still inside of her.  Abigail whimpered and pushed at her skirt, shoving while walking until it finally fell apart.  Her blouse and leggings clung to her, dotted by spires of black fur but she ignored them as she padded her way through the house.

Reaching her roommate's door, she stared at it and pawed at the door knob, turning it slightly every time until she closed her hand and it spun far enough to open.

Blackout curtains left the room in absolute darkness and the quiet inside was more profound.  Abigail lowered herself and crawled, hand and opposite foot forward and then the other two until she reached the edge of the bed.

Her roommate slept in her street clothes with her socks still covering her feet.  As a nurse working the late shift, she was sometimes exhausted enough that she called a car to drive her home rather than driving herself and she passed out as soon as she reached her bed.  This seemed to be one of those times.

Abigail held onto the edge of the bed, leaning her snout forward to huff at the socks the woman wore.  She opened her mouth to drop the washed sock.  Her tail swung slowly back and forth behind her as she pressed her nose softly into the webbing between forefoot and toes.  She breathed in with a quiet growl while reaching a hand beneath her, sliding the claw down her body until it flicked her clit and then further, pressing into her sloppy pussy.  Her tongue unrolled and she bowed her head to lick from the woman's heel, down the arch, and up to her toes.

Hyo muttered and twisted but Abigail turned her head to rub her cheek against the exposed foot.  Her lips pulled back to show her teeth and she rolled her head before pressing her nose against the toes once more to inhale with a rumbling moan.   As carefully as she could, she nipped at the tip of the sock, catching it in her canines.  She pulled her head back, sliding it slowly to expose the woman's petite, bare foot.

Abigail's tongue rolled the sock in her muzzle until she had it dangling from the side of her mouth.  She crawled over the prone girl's leg until her knee nearly bumped Hyo's crotch.  A thin patch of bare skin between pants and shirt showed the edge of the girl's belly button.  Her claws slipped beneath the band of Hyo's pants and she pulled down, sliding them over the girl's perfectly smooth mound to show the tip of her slit and then further, lifting her own leg to push the pants past the woman's thighs.

"Wha- what's-" Hyo said sleepily.

Abigail lowered herself, pressing her pussy against Hyo's hidden lips.  She grinded her teeth against the sock while her nostrils widened to take in the scent of all of it.

"What the- who the fuck-!" Hyo gasped, grabbing at Abigail.  She gasped and her eyes opened wide when she felt thick fur in her hands.  "Get off of- fuck!"

The dog girl flexed her hips with a growl while leaning back to brace herself.  She raised her muzzle to the ceiling, losing herself in the sensation of the girl's crotch rubbing against her own.  A moan rumbled in her throat as the mixture of her cum and Josh's marked her roommate, soaking into her skin and pussy.  Blood rushed through Hyo's body and she gasped, arching her back when her labia began to swell. Sweat formed on her bra and she clenched her hands into the fur beneath her palms.

Abigail's engorged pussy lips stretched, red streaks filling the gaps as they filled out, thick and fleshy.  The scarlet coloring spread when they trembled and folded, curling while pushing together in the center of her pussy.  The muscles within tightened, squeezing cum from the distended lips that fell to drip onto her roommate.

"Uh- uh- what- what the- fuuuuck," Hyo moaned, twisting and lifting her own hips.  She dropped her hands to the bed for purchase.  "I can't- hard to- hard to think- so- so hot- I'm burning up- burning- oh- oh oh oh oh god don't stop don't stop oh GOD!"

Abigail's spade-like pussy rubbed harshly against Hyo's clit and lips.  The roommate twisted her own body to ensure the dog girl hit exactly the right spots and she screamed as she orgasmed.  Everything felt incredibly sensitive, more so than it ever had and it was driving her wild.  Her eyes fluttered and she reached up to grab Abigail's breast, circling her thumb until she found the nipple hidden beneath shirt and fur.

Hyo's delicate slit opened as hairs prickled beneath her skin, sliding forward to surround her pussy and then spreading down to her asshole and over her thighs.  She growled and shoved herself up as her own lips began to push forward and tighten, pulling together while bending.

Abigail barked and trembled, spraying a thin clear stream over Hyo's belly.  Her roommate whimpered and wiped her hand over the liquid, sliding it beneath her shirt to mark her body.  She used it as lube to pinch and play with her own nipple as dark hairs emerged around her areola.

With the heat blooming in her body, Abigail pulled away and turned, shoving her ass back against Hyo. The other girl sat up to grip Abigail's ass, spreading her cheeks while eagerly bending forward to kiss and suck on the rose-colored lips.

Abigail moaned but gripped Hyo's ankles before opening her muzzle to drop the sock she held in her mouth.  She pressed her forehead into the top of the sock still covering her roommate's other foot.  Her ears flopped as she rubbed herself into it.  Silky black hairs pierced Hyo's shin in little patches.  Abigail licked them carefully and then huffed against the girl's sock, blowing hot air that filtered through the cotton to surround the girl's foot.

The sole of the sock shifted and pushed out while the rounded front stretched outward until they could no longer hold against the claws curving away from the tips of Hyo's small feet. Blunt obsidian tore through the sock before widening as bones and tendons and muscles prepared the girl for standing on the balls of her feet like a proper bitch.

Abigail moaned once again and bent her tongue over the smooth claws.  Her tongue glided over them and Hyo shivered behind her, resting her head against Abigail's ass when Abigail grabbed the sock with her teeth, clicking against Hyo's claws. She jerked her head up to free the foot and immediately nuzzled against the soft flesh and patches of velvety black fur.

Three bumps of gray skin stood out on Hyo's forefoot in a vaguely triangular shape.  More fur, thin and short, grew between them as the fleshy lumps swelled, straining the pale surrounding skin.  Hyo moaned and flexed her toes but Abigail sniffed at the padding and then folded her tongue to slip between the gaps of the still growing pads.  Her drool flattened the fur and Hyo cried out when the roughness of the tongue dragged against the bare skin.  She grabbed onto Abigail's tail and lay her cheek into the fur of her soft ass, nuzzling against it while kneading the skin and panting.

Abigail worked her tongue around the three bumps, sliding around the edges and between in a looping pattern and then up, folding her tongue once more to fit it between the other girl's toes.  Hyo cried out again when she felt the hot, slick tongue glide against the thin webbing and then again when it dragged against the hairs growing from the tops of her toes.  The sensation of the roots of her fur being pulled while her body was incredibly sensitive was nearly too much to handle.

Bending forward slightly, Abigail opened her mouth to suckle Hyo's big toe.  Once more the girl's dense claw clacked against Abigail's teeth while Abigail's tongue writhed and undulated.  The moist skin grew wrinkled along the bottom of the toe and the flesh filled out while Abigail worked against it.  She could feel the padding growing into place, pushing against her while it swelled outward and she focused on it, swirling her tongue in a rapid circle that left Hyo bucking behind her.

Each toe received the same attention until Hyo collapsed behind her, twisting and clawing at the bed sheets.

"Oh no, this won't do at all," a stern feminine voice said.

Abigail growled, glancing up, readying herself to leap and-

Suddenly she was on the couch, holding her hanging head in her hands.  A massive headache pounded in the center of her brain.

"Feeling better?" the same voice asked.

"Uuuuuuh," Abigain said.  Even her teeth hurt.  She stared down at her completely naked body and tried to work up the energy to lift her head.  She could see her purse and cellphone on the seat next to her.

"My assistant made quite a mess of things," the voice said.  "Although, she was certainly not the only one at fault.  How you were able to find our little parlor is something I'd really like to know."

"Map.  Phone," Abigail groaned.  Now she realized there was no fur.  She was hairless except for a large amount of wild pubic hair that she'd never had before.  "Searched.  For massage parlor."

"Fascinating," the voice said.  "That should not be possible.  I don't doubt you but I suspect another hand in play.  Well.  The gods and goddesses are quite playful at times."

"What.  Happened?" Abigail asked.  She looked up and groaned when a sharp pain spiked through her neck but she was able to keep it upright.

An elegant woman sat cross-legged in a chair before her.  She was slim and pretty and Abigail had no idea how old she was.

"We offer extremely specialized services for select clientele," the woman said.  "Ones seeking an escape from the mundane.  It's nearly always temporary.  When done correctly."

The woman glanced sharply to her left and Abigail now saw the young black woman from the massage parlor.  The girl was sitting on her hands with her head bowed but she flinched at the words.

"My assistant tells me you asked for a massage and nothing more," the woman said.  "She also tells me that she made the mistake of growing distracted while providing services.  This allowed a- a different power to work through her.  It changed you and caused much chaos, much to the amusement of whoever guided my assistant from behind the scenes."

"So. I'm normal again?" Abigail asked.  The headache was receding now and she massaged herself.

"No," the woman sighed.  "And you never will be.  The canine aspect isn't just a part of you, it is you now.  We've closed the- the gate within so you won't be infectious but undoing what's been done is far beyond my abilities, I'm afraid."

"But," Abigail raised her hands.  "I'm human again."

"Yes," the woman nodded.  "For now.  But once you allow your more, well, animalistic instincts to take over, you'll change again until you're satisfied and able to reassert yourself."

"Oh, god," Abigail groaned, bowing her head.  But she suddenly jerked back up, hissing and clenching her teeth.  "Hyo!  My roommate!"

"Is sleeping and fine," the woman said.  "We were able to catch her in time.  I've wiped her memories so she'll remember nothing.  I would've caught you before this but cleaning your place of business took more time. A few of your coworkers were slightly resistant to having their memories modified."

"This is all so- what do I do now?" Abigail asked.  "How do I live like this?"

"Carefully, I assume," the woman told her.  "If you cause another incident, I won't be there to protect you.  And if you let it get too out of control, others may intercede and I promise you that you won't like how they solve things."

"I just- I just wanted a massage," Abigail groaned.  "This isn't fair.  I didn't ask for this."

"I know," the woman said.  She stood and nodded at Sabine, who jumped up beside her.  "If this had been a malicious event, I would've locked you in that state and found a client to care for you.  Be grateful that it wasn't and do your best to rein in your impulses so that it stays that way."

"But-"

Light flashed and the two women vanished, leaving Abigail alone on her couch.  She sniffled and wiped her nose while reexamining her life.  If what the woman had said was true, she should be fine at work.  Everything else was up to her.  When she heard her roommate shuffling around inside her room, Abigail dashed up and into her own room, closing the door behind her.  She slipped into bed to continue her thoughts.

She could hear Hyo walking around but her eyes drooped.  The stress of her day dragged her down until her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep.

Abigail bolted awake hours later with a gasp, her blanket falling down to her waist.  She looked down at her arms and sighed in relief when she saw no fur covering her.

"Thank God," she whispered.  She slid from her bed, cocking her head to listen for her roommate but silence greeted her.  Now standing, she padded through her room and out, walking naked through the house while yawning and stretching.  Her stomach growled at her.  She scratched her belly and walked to the kitchen to open the fridge door.

A scent floated to her nose.  She shivered and glanced around the shelves inside the fridge but she couldn't find the alluring scent.  Breathing in, she turned and spied socks on the floor by the back door.  Abigail walked to them and crouched, grabbing one of the multicolored striped socks with a rueful shake of her head.

Now that she was human again, it seemed ridiculous that something could interest her so much.  She brought it to her nose and breathed deeply, to show herself what a fool she'd been but her throat rumbled and she sighed, exhaling and breathing in once more.

Her lips trembled and goosebumps rose over her body, forcing her to lean forward with a gasp while planting one hand on the floor in front of her.  A glistening sheen appeared between her pussy lips and she rubbed the sock against her lips and nose, huffing and smelling at it.  She could see Hyo's feet in her mind so clearly.  Slender toes, pale and beautiful.

Abigail opened her mouth and her small tongue licked carefully at the sock.  A bead of clear liquid slid from her pussy and down to the bottom of her lips.  Another formed and the two drops merged, causing a strand to dangle beneath her.

She moaned and nipped at the sock, leaning back on her heels once more to free her hand.  It slid over her thighs and she shivered and groaned until it reached her clit.  Abigail yipped when she slid her finger down her clit to her lips, soaking it in her cum before bringing it back up to swirl around the little nub of pink flesh.  She bit at the sock again, holding it in her mouth while sitting back.

Little black hairs emerged among the vellus hairs over her top lip. They spread around and down to her jaw and her gums began to ache while her nostrils flared.  She leaned back against the floor, plunging fingers inside and her moans turned to growls while curly black fur covered her.

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Josh sat at the bar, cursing himself for a fool.  He'd draped his jacket over the back of his chair when he'd grown too hot and even now he found himself sweating.  He reached down to squeeze his cock and groaned, shaking his head when he remembered the way the woman felt on him.

The man adjusted his glasses before taking another shot of his drink.  He'd left right after her, emailing the temp agency that he'd felt sick.  He could only pray that they believed him and wouldn't kick him off rotation for open jobs.

He pumped himself slowly and growled.  He was still hard and even more horny than before.  A group of women laughed in the corner and he turned to them while licking his lips.  With a last shot of his drink, he stood and headed their way.  In the past, he never would've worked up the courage to approach them but he felt aggressive now.  He needed a bitch to fuck and there were plenty there.

"Wanna dance?" he asked while tapping one of the women on the shoulder.  She turned to him, staring at him for a moment from his face and down to the obvious bulge in his pants.  She smiled and waved at her girlfriends when he took her hand.

They danced and laughed and drank and he shoved himself against her on the floor, grinding his cock into her ass while kissing her shoulder.  She moaned and smiled back at him, aroused by the rough handling.  His nails curved away, tearing small holes in her dress to latch onto her skin.

Extra skin gathered around the base of cock, spreading down over his testicles and up his throbbing dick.  His pants bulged and his dick lengthened while the head lanced forward into a sharp point that lay barely hidden beneath his shirt.  Brown fur dotted his stubble as a line of skin grew from the base, pulling it tight against his belly.  The sheath slid down as the skin grew up.  When it gathered above his testicles, it exposed twin lumps of hardened skin that began to inflate.

"My place," Josh growl, spinning her to kiss her roughly.  Stubble covered his face and his canines pressed against his lips.

The girl laughed, drunk but incredibly horny and she followed him once more as he led her from the club.  The rain cooled him but he pulled her along until he stumbled, falling against the wall next to an alley.  Dark claws pierced the tips of his shoes and his bones cracked, forcing him to stand on the balls of his feet.

"Okay?" the girl asked.

He grabbed her, shoving her against the wall with a passionate kiss and she moaned while pushing her hips into him. And then she reached forward, grabbing his reddened cock.

"Jesus, you're huge," she said, pumping his exposed dick in wonder.

Josh grabbed her again and his nails drew blood on her wrist.  He took her around the corner and forced her to the ground on her hands and knees.  She gasped and started to complain about how filthy it was until she felt him lift her dress and shove his dick into her panties.  The tip crushed against them, rubbing the soaked fabric into her crotch and thighs.

With a moan, she reached beneath her to pull them aside and he immediately impaled with a snarl.  He fell over her, landing on his hands with his chest against her back.

"Go- fuck fuck go slow you're too fucking oohhhhh goooood!" the woman screamed as he forced himself inside of her.

She slid on the dirt in the alley while he pounded frantically inside of her and the bulge of his cock outlined against her taut belly.  Her lips splayed over his knot and her eyes rolled back as she quivered from an orgasm.  He was the biggest she'd ever had and his roughness was new to her, and extremely erotic.  She shoved back, raising her ass to give a better position and he lay his cheek against hers, rubbing his fur against her soft skin.  A part of her mind pinged her, asking whether she could remember him having a beard before but it was quiet compared to the pounding she was receiving.

"Bitch.  My bitch.  Gonna.  Gonna fuck you.  Mount you," he growled, drooling as he mindlessly thrust deeper and deeper inside of her.

She tried to feel insulted at the words but they only turned her on more than she already was. The thought of being fucked on all fours and being called out for it pulled at a nerve within and she growled, grabbing his head with her arm while pounding back.  Red hairs pierced the skin of her mound, spreading down to her glistening pussy and her ears slid through her hair.

"I'm your bitch.  I'm your bitch.  I'm your- your-" she howled as she came, her ass bucking against him and he joined her, swelling enough to cause her pain as he pumped her full of his cum.

"Debbie?" a voice called out.  "Debbie, you okay?  Where'd you go, honey?"

Josh pulled free and the girl snarled and snapped and collapsed beneath him, twitching as her body changed.  He sniffed the air, smelling the two women just beyond the alley.  He smiled as he stood and his enormous cock pounded against his furred belly, slick with cum.

Deborah growled and thrust her hands between her legs while panting.  She fingered herself as she watched the man take her girlfriends.  Their scents changed slowly and one crawled to her on all fours, leaking cum.  Fur lined the other girl's jaw and her teeth were sharp.

"Please, I- I-" the other girl, Sandy, groaned.

Deborah rolled and offered herself.  The other girl hesitated and then moaned before shoving her face into her friend's pussy, lapping at her with a broad tongue.  It folded around Deborah's pussy lips as they pushed out, swelling and curling together until she finally was Josh's bitch.

A hidden figure, flashing between dimensions, laughed and laughed before blinking away into nothingness.