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Part 2 of 2. The woman’s changes continue as her mind slips further away and strong urges take their place.
Julia sat hunched at her desk. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her hips and ass flexing as she arched her spine slightly. The smell of the man from earlier wouldn’t seem to leave her.
The young woman panted lightly in her chair, lips occasionally pulling back to reveal slight fangs. She held the edge of her desk and rocked, pushing her ass back instinctively. She felt hot and hungry and her entire body ached. She’d been attracted to boys before and had even occasionally, shamefully wondered what sex was like. She wasn’t dumb, she knew how it worked. She just never felt the urge to explore. Her sex drive was low and, combined with her religious upbringing, she kept her hands to herself.
Her sex was swollen. A small part of her knew she should stop rocking. Knew she should stop rubbing back and forth but she couldn’t. It felt so good. Reddish hairs sprouted from her lower back. Barely noticeable against her tanned skin, the hair slowly crept up to a small peak at the base of her spine.
Julia gasped as something clicked in her hips. The young woman held her head down between her arms. Panting, drops of drool fell from her mouth as her face burned. Another crack in her hips made her whine quietly. The young woman pushed back harder, flexing her spine until she was arched. Her mind was buzzing and confused. New, alien thoughts begged for her attention.
A third quiet crack sounded and the young woman’s tail bone unfused. She growled quietly, tiny fangs grinding together as nerves and bones connected between tailbone and spine. A small bulge appeared in her lower back, hidden by her skirt. Julia’s breasts strained against her shirt as she flexed her back, foreign instincts riding her body.
Suddenly, the fever passed. Julia swallowed, licking her lips. Light black coloring appeared in the tiny black cracks of her dried lips. Sweat dotted her forehead and her shirt clung to her. She stared blankly at her monitor. She knew the words and numbers should be making sense on the gray screen but they weren’t.
Slowly, very slowly, colors began to return and her mind straightened. Julia shivered, swallowing several times.
She could smell herself. Just like the faint mixed scent on the main. Her own excitement matched part of the man’s smell. He’d had sex with another woman (sudden quick jealousy flashed through her and then vanished) and she had smelled both of them.
Julia breathed deeply, ignoring the myriad of scents floating through the office. Lunch food from the break room, cologne, perfume, sweat and things she couldn’t even identify.
Quickly, the young woman sent an email to her boss, gathered her purse and jacket and left.
Cool, fresh air wrapped around Julia while she rested against the bus stop. She breathed slowly and deeply, periodically reminding herself to close her mouth. Her clothes clung awkwardly to her. Her hips strained against her skirt, the hem biting into her skin. Her back and shoulders itched where her light growth of fur rubbed against her shirt. Her hands massaged her stomach and ribs, kneading and scratching until she had to tell herself to stop.
Tiny pinhead-sized bumps began to appear at the center of her cuticles on her hands. She rubbed idly at her fingers, the pressure helping against the ache she felt in her joints.
She wanted to run. Her heart raced. Her mind was still reeling and buzzing but the air felt and smelled so good and energy pulsed along her body. It took everything she had to not just bolt from the spot. To run and chase and jump. Julia shuddered and began mentally fumbling with Bible passages.
Slowly, slowly she calmed. Her tongue licked the drool from her lips, the very tip of the tongue almost touching the front of her nose. She was kneading her stomach again but she was able to stop much more easily. As she had in the morning, she heard the bus long before it appeared.
Julia stepped onto the bus as soon as the door opened. Clutching her purse and not looking at anyone, she nearly ran to the back, pressing herself into a small ball in the corner. Light, reddish hair grew along her forearms and the back of her hands. The hair appeared nearly golden in the sunlight. She scratched at her arms, unaware of the new hair.
It was hot again and the heat pressed at her temples. Julia licked at her nose, falling just short. Panting, rubbing at her sore belly, she tried to collect her thoughts.
Bones in her jaw creaked and screeched and she groaned against the dull pain. Her tongue, longer now, lapped at the blood welling from her gum lines as her jaw pushed forward half an inch. Her face tightened, the few wrinkles she had vanishing. Along with her wrinkles, the ache from her fangs lessened.
I’m okay, she told herself. I’m okay, I’m okay. Just sick. Just a fever. I’m just… I just need to… Julia ran her nails through her hair, scratching deeply into her scalp and down her neck. She moaned at the pleasure of it.
The bump at the base of her spine bulged, skin pulling tight against the stump of a new tail. Julia arched her back, gasping and grinding her hips as she scratched against the light reddish fur covering the back of her neck.
The ache in her chest and stomach was growing again. She pressed the base of her palms against her breasts. Head hanging low, mouth open, she massaged her breasts, jumping every time her fingers brushed her sore nipples.
She was too tight. Her skin was too tight.
The bus stopped and she blindly made her way out, pushing past a young boy and older man, ignoring their shouts.
Julia fell to her knees on the sidewalk. Pain lanced up from her knees and shins but was swallowed in the ache from the rest of her body.
“… okay… lady…?” She heard someone ask around her.
“Yes,” Julia gasped. Standing, she faltered and then growled, shrugging off the hands that held her.
She could smell her home and she followed the scent blindly. Head down and burning.
The rounded tips of her ears pushed back. Reshaped into light points. Her small, cute ears lengthened, skin sliding through her sweat-soaked brown hair until they twitched to a stop.
Julia stopped at her door. Lifting her face, she scented the air. She turned to her neighbor’s house. Mouth partially open, nose wrinkled on her tiny muzzle, she sniffed.
Heat flooded her. Blood pulsed through her body and she felt herself loosen deep within her belly. Growling, Julia leaned against her doorway, arching her back while licking her lips. Her tongue lapped at her nose and she panted.
Her neighbor’s dog sat in the window. Whining. Julia found the male and her eyes shrunk to pinpoints. A line of pure, shocking blue appeared in her iris. Blue as clear and painful as glacial ice. Her eyes cracked and, through those cracks, more blue appeared, replacing her plain, brown eyes.
The male was standing up against a couch inside her neighbor’s house. Paws against the top of the couch. It was a medium sized dog with short gray fur but she didn’t trust her eyes or colors any more. She whined as a thick redness slid against the male’s stomach fur.
Julia blinked. She was inside her house. On her hands and knees inside. Her carpet was wet and, when she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she found it coated with drool. She was so incredibly hot and just… wrong. Everything about her felt wrong.
Blackness slid from the bumps on her fingers. Blood trailed to either side of her fingers as thick, black claws, anchored to her finger bones, pushed through her skin.
She tore at her clothes. Buttons popped from her shirt. She growled and whined as she tugged and pulled at her bra until her claws caught and tore at the fabric, rending it into two pieces. White fur traced along the middle of her belly, stopping between her breasts. Sweat dripped from the tips of her nipples as she leaned forward on her hands and knees.
Julia lowered herself, arching her back while raising her hips. Her stub tail pressed against her skirt, slowly growing another inch. She spread her legs to ease the burning heat between her thighs and the skirt strained. Fabric tore under the pressure of her widening hips and Julia sighed as the skirt fell to the ground beneath her.
Light red fur lined her spine, ending at the base of her tail. Below her tail, her plain white panties were soaked with her own excitement. Her swollen lips pressed against the soft white fabric, clearly outlining her engorged vulva.
Stop. She told herself. Stop. Think. Think. Think. You’re okay. Okay. You’re okay. Think. Breathe. Breathe.
With a groan and a half-animal whine, Julia pulled herself up. Her c-cup breasts hurt and she could feel the ache in her nipples deep in her teeth and belly. A high pitched whine, inaudible to most but piercing and loud in her head signaled another growth of her fangs. Julia screamed as a premolar cracked and broke. Blood filled her mouth and she spat out tooth fragments. Below the bloody gums, she could feel the sharp point of another fang, waiting to grow out.
The young woman stood sweating, naked save for her soaked panties. White fur covered her lower belly in a line up her stomach and between her breasts. The red fur along the back of her neck ran along her shoulders, ending in thick tufts. Her small tail wriggled above her panties. It was naked save for a few red hairs dotting the top of it.
Julia stumbled into her bedroom, falling to her bed. Her traitorous hands roamed her stomach, rubbing and scratching at eight sore spots in two lines along her belly. She couldn’t stop running her fingers and claws through the lengthening white fur long her lower belly. Closer and closer her hands moved to her sex. She smelled so strong. She whined in her need. Claws ripped at her panties until she lay completely naked.
A single claw brushed against her clit and she gasped. The world froze. Years and years of body shame clashed into her. Julia cried out, screaming, nearly howling in pain from the need. And, still, she held back. The young woman pulled herself up. Sitting on her bed with her knees to her chest. Her sweat was mixing with her growing fur into an intoxicating scent. She could feel the bed against her tail. It wagged back and forth slowly.
No. No, this isn’t right. This… not right. Stop. You can stop this. Stop. You’re not this. You’re not… not… The memory of her neighbor’s dog filled her mind. She could smell it from her house. That redness sliding from its sheath. Julia whined, licking her lips and nose. Her hips began to work back and forth again. The light fur along her spine spread, growing out and along her sweaty back. No. Not right. Not a dog.
She forced herself to stand. The house was strange. Alien. Colors mixed. She found her way to her computer and clumsily woke it. Blinking. Focusing on it. Panting. Hungry. Continuously pushing away the thought of the dog’s cock.
Email. Email, she thought. Email. There. Charles had written back. She recognized a phone number and her small tail wriggled in happiness. Phone number. Phone. Using her chat program, she slowly typed in his phone number, erasing and typing again and again as her claws pushed the wrong keys.
Julia. It’s Jilias. Picvturre? Youy? Opf you? Naked. Nered it. Need naske youi picture. 
Julia whined, trying to push the thought of the dog’s cock away as she waited impatiently. In her slowly dimming mind, a picture of a man’s cock would help her. Of the man she’d been talking with. She’d-
Who is this? Julia? This can’t be Julia. I don’t know how you got my number but I’m blocking you, you sick freak.
“Nooooowwwwwlll!” Julia howled in frustration. She slammed her hands against her desk and growled in pain as her claws cut into her palms. The blood on her palms traced against tan skin that was slowly beginning to darken in large spots. The red fur along her forearms was growing. Thickening. She bit at the itching skin in frustration and, when she let go, another premolar simply fell out.
Julia whined. She went to her window, looking at her neighbor’s house. He was there now. The man. His car was there.
“Noooo,” Julia whined. She needed the male but she couldn’t have him now. She wanted him. Not Charles. He was wrong. She needed the male. Charles was-
Pointed ears twitched through Julia’s brown hair. She blinked and panted. Dog place. The dog place. I can go. There. They let see dogs. So many males. Many.
Julia stood at the door and stopped. Her entire lower stomach was hidden behind fur soaked with sweat. The line of white belly fur nearly reached her throat. A single claw pushed through the skin of her right big toe but she ignored the pain.
“Naked,” she rasped, her voice deeper than natural. “No naked.” She stalked through her house, short tail pulled back in an arc above her slick, sweaty widened ass. White fur was beginning to creep from between her thigh to up her waist. Julia dug through her clothes. She pulled an old t-shirt on, shivering as it slid against her still-erect nipples. Covering her lower body was more difficult. She snarled, throwing pants and dresses haphazardly around her room until she found an old pleated skirt. She’d lost weight since she’d worn it so it fit her slightly larger frame perfectly.
She looked at herself in the mirror out of old habit. Her tail was short and weak and barely lifted the edge of the skirt. Light red and white fur peeked out from the bottom of the skirt. The thick fur at her shoulders and stomach made the shirt fit her oddly. She hated the way it felt against her. She hated the way the clothes felt. The tips of her pointed ears were hidden by her hair. She couldn’t close her mouth the whole way and she kept licking her lips. Lips half pink and half black. Her four canines jutted from her mouth and her eyes were painfully blue.
Looking straight on, it was difficult to tell that she had a small muzzle. A sudden rush of desire made her knees weak and she nearly collapsed.
Julia fled her house, barefoot with clothes that barely hid her changed body. She ran. She knew the way. She could smell it and it wasn’t far. She winced as she ran until thick padding grew from the balls of her feet. Thick, black cracked padding that protected her paws. A few times, she fell to all fours, her breasts swinging inside the sweat-soaked shirt, her mouth wide but her arms were wrong for it. The wind whipped through her, over bare skin and fur. The feeling of it on her bare, overly sensitive skin was driving her mad.
Panting heavily, Julia arrived at the animal shelter. She knew she had to do something. There was something she needed to do to see the males. God. Smell them. Smell. I can. Smell.
A young black man was walking the sidewalk in front of her. Her small tail wagged hopefully. She ran to him, panting and grabbed him. Her claws cut holes in his shirt and his eyes widened.
“What the- what the fuck?!” The young man exclaimed.
“See. See dogs. Males. Males. See males,” Julia barked. Her hips worked unconsciously at the thought of a male mounting her and a line of clear liquid slid down her leg. A touch of blood mixed with the liquid to announce her estrus.
“Get the fuck off of me, you freak!” The young man pushed Julia hard and she growled threateningly, baring her small fangs. She swiped at him and missed. The man ran from her. Instincts urged her to chase him but the males were so close.
Julia dropped to all fours, pacing in a small, short circle. She could smell humans with the dogs but not very many. And then, she noticed a male wandering alone in a large, fenced outside area. She went to him. Slowly. He watched her as she came. When she was near the fence, he came to her, shoving his muzzle through the links. They sniffed each other and she licked his muzzle, whining, explaining her need as best as she could.
Finally, unable to wait, she turned and presented herself. He was smaller than she wanted but he was all she had and the fire was driving her mad. The white fur around her sex was matted with sweat, blood and her need. She gasped and sighed and growled lightly as the male sniffed at her.
Triggered by the male, her vulva pulsed and changed. Bones crunched and moved and her sex shifted. Her engorged lips folded together, her long human pussy lips closing into a thick, swollen canine pussy drooling with her juices. Julia bent her head, panting heavily. Praying with the limited human intelligence she had left the the male would just mount her. She pressed her furred ass back against the fence and looked behind, pleading and whimpering with him.
The male whined in return. The fence made mating impossible. Julia sat up and pressed herself against it, lifting her shirt to offer her aching breasts and nipples, reaching for the male with her short, still mostly human muzzle shoved between the links.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, please please ple-”
“Hey, lady! What the hell do you think you’re doing!” A human stood at the back of the building.
Julia howled in shame and anger and need. She ran, blindly.
In her confusion, Julia lost the way home. As night fell, she eventually caught the scent and slowly began to remember her way. She hid from humans and cars, moving slowly to avoid being seen. In the mad rush away from the animal shelter, she’d torn off her skirt and shirt and stood naked but for the thick coat of fur covering most of ther body.
“Have. Have to. Fix. This. Fix this,” Julia rambled. She had to focus on every step. Her body ached. The need to be filled, to be mated was undeniable. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. The feeling of being on all fours, presenting. Swollen. The male scenting her. So close. So close at the shelter.
Dim street lamps barely lit her home’s street. Julia’s eyesight compensated for the loss of definition with her ability to see in low light. Her changes had slowed since the animal shelter, whether due to the panic or something else. She stood, crouched, in shadows. Slowly, she crawled from bush to bush on all fours, short tail and wide hips swinging back and forth alluringly. As she neared her house, her tail began wagging.
And then, she stopped. Her neighbor. The visual of the neighbor’s dog was foggy in her reduced mental state but, still there. The ache that she’d been repressing began to
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