Calendar Girl Ch. 01

As the young woman bent down to move her boots, her hips clicked painfully. She hissed through her teeth and stood immediately, pressing against her lower back. Something moved in her back, a bone or something else and the feeling of it sent an uncomfortable shiver up her spine. She pressed it a bit more and then twisted in a circle. The bones clicked but less painfully and she reached down to touch her toes, her small breasts pressing against her smooth, thin thighs. She stood and felt another small click but it was painless this time.

Scratching lightly around her stomach and belly button, Trish chewed her bottom lip. Finally she shrugged and made another mental appointment for a chiropractor visit. Nobody would be open until after the holidays but she didn't feel bad or sick. When she peed, she felt no burning and the smell from the bedroom was nearly gone.

Putting aside the worries, she started a warm shower and stepped in, washing off the few remaining hairs as she made her plans for the day.

By 6 PM, Trish was beginning to feel anxious. She couldn't put her finger on why but she felt impatient and full of strange energy. Worse, she found herself becoming aroused as the day progressed. She noticed it starting a little past noon. It was easy to ignore but as the time wore on, it grew worse. She was still able to ignore it but she felt it as a heat low in her stomach and a dull, somehow pleasurable ache in her gums. Several times throughout the day she caught herself grinding her teeth.

Scratching at her forehead, she dialed Tina's cell.

"Hey," Trish said, scratching the other side of her head. "Yeah. Hey. What are we doing tonight again? Well, hey, what if we went out instead? I think I need to get out and do something. I can't seem to sit still. No, yeah, I'm fine. It's weird, you know?"

Trish rolled her shoulders while she spoke. She stood, stomping at the ground for a moment before pacing her living room. Her fingers found their way to her belly and she rubbed at it.

"Are you sure?" Trish asked. "You don't mind? I could go out myself but I'd feel bad since we were all going to hang out. No. No, he won't be there. I'm going to see him again after the holidays. Probably next weekend."

Her fingers pressed down into her pants to play with the short black hair there. Slowly, she reached up, shivering at her own touch as her fingers clawed against her skin. A single white hair sprouted among the black above her pussy.

"Great! Thanks! In about thirty minutes? I'll get a car there since I might have a bit to drink. No. Yes. Yes, I'll be good. Well, no, I mean, we've only met once and we're not exclusive at all."

Two more white hairs joined the first. The skin below her hairline dented out almost imperceptibly in two spots. Trish tossed her head back with a quick snort.

"If anyone is the hussy, it's you, Tina. I'm going to grab a few things and then head out. See you soon! Love you!"

The young woman rubbed at the sore spot in her lower back. It was warm to the touch and seemed swollen but it felt so good to touch it. Her fingers pressed at it and the little bump moved beneath her fingers. The skin felt almost silky there, covered beneath tiny brown and white hairs. She pressed at the spot with the heel of her hand and then shivered.

"Time to get ready, you," she told herself. She'd spent the day inside, naked, with the heater off. She'd briefly considered getting dressed but had just felt warm and comfortable without clothes. Trish had even turned off the heater completely when she found herself sweating because of it.

Taking her time, she padded around the bare wooden floors to find her clothes. She picked a pair of silky black panties that elicited a quiet, happy little moan as they slid along her sensitive bare legs. The matching bra was on the floor of the closet and she fumbled behind herself to put it on. Standing in front of the closet mirror, she placed a hand on her bare, flat belly and turned back and forth to admire how she looked. Petite, lithe and sexy.

She turned to find a dress as a few white hairs sprouted beneath her belly button.

Trish found her red dress on the back of her recliner. She grabbed it and stepped into it, zipping up the side. The next ten minutes she spent in front of the mirror, touching up her hair. She frowned at the bumps on her forward. Pressing on them, she felt how solid they were. Ultimately, she decided they'd be impossible to see, especially in a dark club. However, she made sure to clean her face especially well and wipe a second time with the makeup remover. A bit of eyeliner and red lipstick completed her look.

On the way out, she settled for her black heels. She stepped into them and turned to look at how her calves stood out. A slow, sinful smile crossed her lips and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. The scent was back and stronger. How'd she ever think it smelled bad? Her body reacted to it and she felt her insides loosen as she grew wet.

Maybe someone will get lucky tonight,she thought, still smiling. It was completely unlike her but she couldn't help feeding off of the energy coursing through her. She wanted to move and dance and... the thought trailed off with a shiver that raised hairs along her arms and the back of her neck. An empty ache had begun to form between her legs.

The car met her outside and she settled into it, making small talk with the driver. Small brown hairs sprouted lazily down the longer black hairs at the nape of her neck. They grew past the black hair to disappear below her dress. Trish's ears flicked at the noise around her, distracting her.

Soon, the car arrived at the club and the young woman stepped out of the car, thanking the driver. She stomped both feet, frowning at the ache she felt in her toes. She hadn't brought extra shoes so she decided to just ignore it. Trish fairly stalked towards the club. Skin pushed out above her ass. The small, lightly furred bulge of her new tail tried to flick beneath the tight dress.

High in the sky, the full moon hung bright and alone. Trish glanced up at it and shivered as electricity raced down her spine.

Trish eyed the bouncer as she went inside. He was large but fat and, to her, quite ugly. She glanced at his legs and chest and then continued on, dismissing him. Instead, she looked around for her friends. Her ears flicked at the noise, the DJ shouting over the speakers, bass thumping the entire building and people cheering. Her nose flared to take in their scents but hers overpowered all of them. A small part of her was disappointed; she found herself searching for a certain smell but unaware of what it was. She just knew thatsomethingwas missing.

The young woman stomped and shook her head as she looked around. Not seeing her friends, she made her way to the bar. Brown fur, mixed with white sprouted along her spine, cross-crossing each other until they reached the small of her back. Trish looked the bartender up and down but immediately dismissed him as too small.

"I'd like two shots of Fireball, please!" she yelled at him. The man nodded silently and left to grab her drinks. Trish turned to look around the room. She glanced for her friends but found herself looking at every male in the club instead. Her ears flicked and burned as she looked at an occasional crotch, wondering what it was hiding. She turned when she heard her drinks set down and immediately slammed one of them. It burned going down and she gasped. Licking her lips with a tongue thicker than normal, she turned around, idly rubbing her back against the edge of the bar.So many males,she thought happily.So many-

Trish sat on one of the stools at the bar with a gasp. Her right leg had seized up and knotted painfully. She massaged the calf muscle and it twitched beneath her fingers. She could feel the skin, oddly smooth and marbled. The muscle was skin was taut over hard muscle. Her left leg spasmed and she massaged it in turn, feeling the muscles harden and expand under her fingers without understanding what was happening beyond thinking she had a charley horse.

And, then, she saw him. He was tall, easily over six feet. Bald but muscular with a deep chest and thick legs. He seemed to be dancing between women with no solid partner. She scented the air, tasting for him but found nothing. Still, she grew wet looking at him. Virile. Powerful. A new, irresistible instinct pushed her forward. She turned, choked down the second shot and then stumbled forward. Her big toes and the two toes nearby had fused into a single mass on each foot.

Straightening, she continued forward. Sweat coursed down her body. Light fur grew between her breasts in a sparse line. Her small tail flicked beneath her dress and she walked with her legs wide to spread her scent.

Trish stopped and shook her head.

"What... what am I doing?" She looked around the room, consumed by the noise and flickering lights. Her heart raced. Rational thoughts fought with new, basic urges. Sheacheddeep within. The young woman shivered and then stomped her foot, shaking her head to clear it. Fur grew along the edge of her ears and they flicked, trying to track all the sounds around her. Her breasts were sore beneath her bra and she felt it tighten painfully into her chest. Her breasts began to swell slowly, overflowing from the small bra and her dress bulged slightly to contain them.

"I... I shouldn't..." Shaking her head again, she huffed into the humid air. She remembered Benjamin. And her friends. She was supposed to wait for them and have a night of dancing. She was... Trish looked again at the male dancing near the corner. She moaned and her hips dipped. She could feel her wetness between her thighs. The mere sight of him and how strong he was drove her mad. She could almostfeelhis large, strong hands on her.

"No," Trish struggled, shaking her head again. Her toes continued to press together in her shoes until all five on both of her feet were connected. The young woman stomped a foot and pawed, breathing heavily. Her wide tail pushed out a little more, curving down over her the bulge of her ass. Her ears burned, pounding with her need. She licked her lips, eyes wide and nearly completely black. Her thick tongue lapped up at her nose. Black lines appeared beneath the red of her lips, darkening the color.

Moaning, Trish pressed a hand against her stomach and then down, as if her touch could feed the ache within her.

She needed to rut. Everyone around her became shapeless forms moving to the beat. She moved, making her way to the male. A wicked smile crossed her lips when he noticed her.

He ismine, she thought.Mine.

Trish turned, pressing her ass against the male. She rubbed her scent on him, rocking her hips while looking back at him. He grinned at her and grabbed her hips. Trish bucked at his touch, moaning low. He danced while she found every opportunity to rub against him. To mark him. Sound and sights blended together until all she knew was his touch and the smell of him.

Mid-dance, Trish fell against the male when muscles in her thighs began to expand. She lost her balance and he held her tight, his hands exploring her body. Sweating and in pain from her legs reshaping, Trish panted in his arms.

I'm... where... club? Where... where Tina? I... oh god... I... need. Need.Trish's legs expanded beneath her dress, muscles bulging against skin pulled tight. Rock hard muscle formed above her large calves. Fine white and brown fur began to sprout along the top of the thighs, racing up to her hips. Her dress strained, swelling as her ass began to expand. Thick with muscle beneath a layer of fat, her hips and ass pushed against the dress until it threatened to split. Trish pawed triumphantly against the ground, strong muscles causing her feet to crack loudly against the bare floor. Energy coursed through her. She felt like she could dance all night. Run all night.

Fuck all night.

Reaching behind her, Trish grabbed the male's hand, guiding it to her crotch and breasts encouragingly. He leaned forward eagerly, nipping at her ears. She rubbed hard against his erection, no longer dancing.

"Hey," the man said, voice rough with his excitement. "You want to get out of her and go back to my place?"

Trish could barely understand his words but his intentions were clear. She nodded and followed when he took her hand, guiding her through the club. Her ears lengthened, thickening with rough skin while light, silky fur continued to cover them. The fur between her breasts grew down to her stomach, already slick with the sweat covering her body.

Beneath her shoes, her toenails expanded, pushing back at the skin of her toes as they grew out. One of the straps holding her feet snapped and she stumbled, kicking away the shoe. The other shoe broke and she kicked it away, too. The young woman limped on awkward feet, thick toenails occasionally clicking on the ground.

Cool night air slammed into Trish when they stepped outside. And, yet, she still felt like she was burning up. With little human thought left, she tugged at her dress.

"Whoa, hey," the man said, glancing around. "Eager, huh? Well... huh. I guess... You sure? You're okay, right? I'm not gonna get fucked up over this, am I?" When Trish continued to struggle out of her dress, the man glanced around again and pulled her down the street and into a side alley.

Trish became frustrated with her dress. She couldn't comprehend it any more. She needed it off of her. She need the male. Sheneeded. Failing with the dress, she turned, pressing her hands against the wall to shove her ass towards him. It washisjob to take her. To figure this out. Fur sprouted along her forearms, growing in slow waves up to her biceps.

The man tugged at the bottom of Trish's dress. He grunted and pulled and the already straining dress tore down the bottom, exposing her large ass and thick thighs. Her spine cracked quietly, pushing her forward. She grew taller to match her new frame, muscle and bone and nerves forming in her back. Her bra slid down her growing breasts, unable to contain them any longer. The front of her dress bulged further, barely holding her large, heavy breasts. White fur crept up from her belly and along her sides. The man grabbed her breasts roughly through her dress and she bleated in encouragement, her nose growing wider as her jaw cracked.

Her dress hid her tail as it tried to move. The man reached up and ripped her panties free with a quiet, rough 'sorry'. Her scent flooded the air and the man coughed, shaking his head. He blinked rapidly but his eyes became glazed, as if he was staring a thousand miles away. He became more rough with her, her musk driving him forward. He no longer spoke but, instead, grunted. His hands slid around her hips and her fur grew up between his fingers. Her dress ripped further, freeing her tail and it flicked up to expose her now furred ass.

Grunting and growling, the man pressed against her, breathing ever more deeply of the smell that was driving him mad. Trish pounded her head against the wall, scraping her forhead over and over on the rough bricks. Blood traced down her face but she kept rubbing and scraping. The man ripped the rest of the dress and it fell to the ground beneath her.

The two small nubs on her forehead began to grow into small antlers. Velvet fuzz covered the base of them and slowly grew up as her antlers branched out.

Trish's hips cracked and only the man's hands kept her standing. Her hips widened further and her mound pushed out, pulling her pussy with it. Her small, compact pussy lengthened, the new long lips winking in her excitement. The man's large cock rubbed against her pussy and she bleated for him.

The man guided himself into her and she called out loudly and then coughed, spitting blood as her jaw cracked, pushing her muzzle forward. Her long, thick tongue lapped at her now wide, flat nose as it blackened, shining wetly in the nearby streetlight.

The young woman's antlers clacked loudly against the wall when the man shoved roughly into her. Trish stomped and her hooves cracked against the ground. She pressed herself back with her furred hands and arms. He wasn't enough. She would've been in pain if he'd fucked her before her change but, now, she needed more. But, he was all she had and it felt amazing.

Leaning forward, the man wrapped his arms around Trish's heavily furred body. His hands explored her body, squeezing her heavy, full breasts and twisting her nipples. Clear liquid dripped from Trish's nipples as new milk ducts. He no longer had the presence of mind to question why she wasn't human. All he knew was he had to have her. To fuck her.

Lightning arched in her body. Trish tossed her head, cracking her antlers against the wall and nearly hitting the man behind her. She pawed at the ground on heavy hooves as she slammed her large, full ass back against the man, bleating and moaning as his strange, human cock filled her. The man growled, lost in a daze from her musk. He bit at her long, furred ears and clawed down her stomach. Trish bucked, feeling her orgasm growing. Her ears flicked as heat bloomed up her chest, along her cheeks and up to her ears.

As the man's cock slammed into her over and over, her huge, furred breasts flopped beneath her. Trish's wide, short tail shook from the pleasure and excitement she felt from her mate rutting with her. She lost herself in it. In the pleasure of it. Dreaming of thick, bulbous red cocks filling her completely. Of fucking in the woods. Being on all fours while a powerful male stood above her. The man's hands gripped her powerful, large hips, digging into the thick muscles along her stomach. Her large, dark nipples rubbed against the wall with every pounding, sending shocks down to her engorged, sopping wet furred pussy. It was almost painful but the pleasure of it far outweighed the pain.

The man gripped her tight. Painfully. He groaned, teeth biting into the thick fur along her shoulders. She felt him expand deep within her. Filling her. His cock surging over and over again. She slammed back and rocked her hips, angling until...

Trish bellowed loudly into the night. Thick white cum dribbled between her long, black pussy lips, mingling with the fur around her crotch. The man tried to pump into her again and she encouraged him, bowing down and raising her hips.

"Hey!" A voice cried out from the alley. "What the fuck is this?!"

Body slick with sweat and cum, head swimming with thoughts of rutting and other animalistic urges, Trish bleated out in panic at the voice and sudden appearance of the other man. She bolted, bucking and jumping, hooves cracking and sliding awkwardly along the ground as she ran. She pushed past the other man, shoving with her antlers. Her mate, still wild from her musk, roared and charged at the challenger, punching him over and over. A crowd gathered around the two men, pulling them apart as Trish vanished into the night.

Trish groaned, shifting as her eyes fluttered. She blinked and then closed her eyes. Sounds slowly came to her. Chirping birds. Branches cracking.

With a gasp, the young woman sat up, adrenaline pounding through her body. She was nude and covered in dirt and twigs and leaves. Her entire body ached and she had numerous bruises and scratches. Beneath all of it was the scent of her own musk and the smell of sex. Her small, pert breasts ached and her nipples were sore.

Flashes of the night before came to her then. What had happened. What she'd done. All too real to be a dream, even without her finding herself nude in the middle of the forest. She stared at her hand and then looked herself over. Small loose brown and white hairs still covered her body. She reached up to touch her forehead but only found smooth, unbroken skin. Trish curled up, holding her knees to her chest, too shocked to cry.