In the weeks since her diagnosis, Hannah's life had become a grey blur; a dreary haze to sleepwalk through. Nothing felt real, yet she couldn't escape the truth: She now had an expiration date. '[i]Debilitas Spissus Syndrome[/i]' the doctor told her… She'd had it since birth, but only now was it manifesting enough to be noticed and felt. Two, three, maybe fourth months to live. How long has it been since? Hannah couldn't say. She just… Kept on going. Living in the city meant walking between bus stops and public transits, all things she used every day to attend classes before going to her part time job as an audio engineer, helping to record podcasts. But like her body, her life was degrading. She lacked energy, exuberance, or even the faintest hint of joy. She never smiled anymore. The worst was the pity she got from those around her. Friends offered all the usual words and condolences, hugs and pats on the back. Near strangers too… Yet there was always a cold distance kept between them now, as if they knew as well as she did, like they could sense her, her mood infectious. She was a dead girl walking… And after a while, she began to resemble one… A zombie, shuffling through life with a sunk face, faded hair, pale skin. Her words were faint mumbles, her eyes glazed over, staring at nothing. How long had it been? A month already? She didn't know, and she didn't care to find out. At home, she mostly slept, and her mom, her only parent, her only [i]real [/i]family member, felt similarly afflicted, left powerless. She cooked and cleaned and cared for Hannah, but little was said, because what [b]could[/b] be said? Things were hopeless... All that changed, though, when a mysterious package arrived, a small box wrapped in plain, brown shipping paper. Attached came a long list of forms, of tireless legal babble, so droll, so excessive. It would have gone unnoticed if her mom hadn't taken the time to read it over, to realize what it meant, and where it came from... "[color=#ffd700]Saiko Pharma LLC, 42 Rode-To-Fort Road, Rhode Island[/color]" Is what it read, and inside were a few dozen nondescript bottles of pills, all wrapped with plastic seals, the breaking of which (if the contractual forms were to be believed) would remove the company of all responsibility and damages. "[i]While we cannot cure Miss Hannah's condition...this experimental drug may be able to treat it...[/i]" With tears in her eyes, she called for her daughter, and sluggishly, five minutes later, she dragged herself down the stairs, "What?" Hannah croaked, her eyes sleepy and crusted with sand. "You need to read this!" And so she did… Again, and again, and again. The first time she didn't understand, the second, she almost became angry. Only on the third did she allow herself to glimpse a ray of fleeting hope. "[i]Take one pill in the morning, one at lunch, and two before bed each day. No more, no less,[/i]" Hannah read aloud, "[i]Your condition should begin to improve immediately.[/i] ...Who sent this?" Her mom went back to the documents with a furrowed brow. "They say they're some kind of subsidiary of… Taystie Corp? I… I've never heard of them..." Her daughter just stood in silence, biting her lip as she stared at the collection of pill bottles. What did she have to lose? So she took them, innocuous little white ovals with the letters TP carved into them, swallowed twice that night before bed, then one in the morning. At college, she made sure to take another at lunch, but despite the promises made, she expected little and less. She also kept reading the possible side-effects printed on the bottle's packaging, about possible hair loss (but also excess body-hair), of increased appetites, bodily odor, muscle growth, behavior and hormonal changes, drops in IQ… Even a heightened libido and sex-drive. It was far from normal, but neither was her condition, one believed to be suffered by only one in 600,000 adults, and even then, the fatal variety was practically unheard of... Somehow she made it through the day, getting home at around 6:40 from her job, but by then she was famished, like a hole had opened up in her stomach, or a gremlin was chewing on her insides. Dinner was a sorry mix of overcooked meat and (under-cooked) potatoes, but she found herself devouring it in minutes. Her mother, somewhat taken aback, took this as a good sign nonetheless, and was happy to serve her seconds and thirds! But soon after, a wave of nausea and fatigue sent her to bed early. It was nothing out of the ordinary though… What bears mentioning is the turmoil that followed. No matter how hard she tried to pass out from it all, her body and mind clung to consciousness like an annoying tick, leaving her to twist and turn, hot flashes leaving her sweating. By now, she had to assume this was the work of her "miracle" medication, regret gripping her chest as she fought to suppress these ceaseless discomforts. By the time morning came around, she wasn't sure if she slept at all, yet she could recall moments of floating in a strange, dream-like state, one that took her far from her cramped apartment bedroom and instead into the recesses of her mind… To parts deeper and more [i]primal[/i] than she had any right to know. A place where the drive to survive, hunt, eat, and breed seemed to consume all… Where the naked ran either scared or hungry… And she was the latter. Instantaneously, Hannah liked this, this world and these feelings, where instincts and desire ruled her, and thoughts were few and far between. Regret came a second time that night, but it was from waking up, robbing her of this budding fantasy by returning her to the sordid realities of her doomed life. Yet things were different… Something had changed. She awoke still sweating, but naked, head to toe. There was a flushed feeling of coaxing arousal between her legs, along with still warm residue smeared between her unkempt labia and thighs (and even fingers as she'd later find out.) A wave of embarrassment hit her, one that only got worse as she padded into the bathroom with a body that seemed at times wrong and familiar. Yes… Yes, she still had those brown, chestnut locks, an utter mess in the morning and in need of a serious cut. Her face still had a rounded quality with pointed chin, lips full, her nose unremarkable, and ears maybe a tad too large, not that anyone had ever told her that out loud. Only now did she realize it had been a considerable amount of time since she had even looked at herself, and even longer naked as she was, but where she might have expected to see flabby, sickly, drooping flesh on her meager curves, she found arms and legs toned and abs hardened. Suffice to say, she was pleasantly impressed! She felt less so about the jungle of coarse hair that peeked from beneath her underarms however, or even the line of thin, curly hair that seemed to bisect her perky B-Cups. She'd reach for her razor, but thought better of it. So what? She doubted anyone would notice, and if they did, why would she care? So instead she jumped into the shower and marveled at how good the water felt cascading and rushing down her body… How she had no trouble at all washing up, bending over to scrub down her every nook and cranny. There was no pain… In fact, there was an abundance of the opposite… A desire to move, an energy to seize life by the horns! Was this hope? Was this optimism? Either way, by the time she exited and got dressed, she greeted her mother with a sight unseen for far too long… A smile. Not a big one, but it was like night and day. They embraced as Hannah shared the "Hopeful" good news… While brushing over, or just outright not sharing some of the less... [i]Kosher[/i] facts. Some part in the back of her mind expressed worry and concern, but the majority told it to hush. Any reversal of her body's decay was a good thing, no matter the side-effects, no matter the cost... Soon after, she left her house in the brightest mood she had had in weeks, and upon meeting her friends, they took notice. "You're looking… Great!" One said. Hannah just laughed, scratching at a rather persistent itch near the end of her spine absentmindedly. She scoffed at the remarks, as good as they felt deep down. The less people knew, the better, she figured. The last she needed was some Nagging Nancy to cry foul about the dangers of untested and experimental drugs she got in the mail unsolicited from a company she had never heard of [s]nor could find any trace of online...[/s] Her lectures were boring and tedious on even her best remembered days, but on [b]this[/b] day they felt torturously excessive. It was easy then to drift away into the realm of day-dreams… Her professors knew better than to pick her out from a crowd, seeing as she was far from the only one (and at least she had a decent excuse). What wasn't alike to the rest was the drool that poured from her mouth, nor the look of sheer bliss as she imagined endless stretches of fields and forests and hills… All her’s to run and stalk, her territory, her hunting ground… Her... Suddenly, she came to a dark realization… That of a warm puddle forming upon her bench. "Oh my God..." By then, those around her had taken notice before she, and were in a hurry to get away, a bit of a commotion stirring that finally put a pause to the proceedings, as students tried to get well away from her spreading piss., "I…...I need to use the restroom!" Hannah yelped, jumping from her seat and rushing down the steps, her sodden jeans plain to see, a damp splotch growing on the front and back, and pee dripping down either leg, leaving a trail in her wake... She never returned to class that day. After she cleaned herself up as best she could in the public restrooms, she went home. And yet, on the whole way there, even though she couldn't bring herself to face the rest of her classmates that same day, she couldn't stop laughing about the whole ordeal. She didn't feel bad, or even embarrassed! She just kept thinking back to the moments right prior to wetting herself… Of the deep, [b]deep [/b]satisfaction she felt, something that bordered on joy, even pleasure… Like she was gaining something dear, earning it… Claiming it… [b]Marking it her’s[/b]... That night, she did the same to her bedroom and didn't hold back except for engaging the lock on her door. She practically painted her sheets yellow, left stains on the carpet floor, even made a pile of her clothes and other assorted belongings to squat over and void her bladder with a look of sick and twisted glee scrawled across her face. She looked like a shameless, unrepentant dog, and she loved it! And when she ran out of juice, she did her best to sneak downstairs and gurgle a lung-full straight from the kitchen tap. It didn't feel right otherwise, and when she was finished and satisfied, she felt safer and more secure because of it. And when it came time for her double-dose of those mystery meds before bed, she swallowed both without question before curling up, this time already naked to begin with, on a mattress wet in her own urine... It was Friday the next morning, and Hannah was feeling good despite the drama of the day before. She slept like a baby, though her dreams did not last past the moment of waking, leaving her to emerge cleanly from an animal's tar pit, having submerged her mind in a world of only present needs, free of human restrictions, human decency… And human thought. She headed for the bathroom, but changed course about halfway. A shower seemed oddly… Counter-productive, even unneeded; a total waste of time. She got dressed straight away instead, this time in a considerably lighter affair than she may have been known for ...(also, it was kind of all she had left after… [i]Soiling[/i]… The rest). Shorts, an old halter-top she hadn't worn since maybe middle school? It was hideous, but she also thought it was of next to no consequence. She was far more than what she chose to cover herself in… And in that moment of thought, she was struck with a coy musing; that if society had allowed, she'd have just as happily gone to class buck-naked that day. Alas, she had to settle with flip-flops to complete her look, though in an act of pure rebellion, her bra and panties were left at home... It was a different set of classes and subjects today, so at least she didn't have to face that same class and it's professor directly. Still, she ran into people who saw or heard of yesterday's "interesting" turn of events, but for whatever reason, they never brought it up to her… At least within ear-shot… Or so they thought. Hannah found herself hearing the gossip spread all around her that day… Sounds and voices so clear. "You hear that girl who pissed her pants in class? I think that's her!" "I heard she smiled when she did it..." "I swear that classroom still reeks. Smells like dog piss..." Again, Hannah felt a wave of satisfaction, even pride, well up inside. She liked that people had taken notice… That she was known… She could even detect a hint of fear in some of their voices… Or did she smell it? Either way, she was feeling so much more in-tune with the world and those who inhabit it. She especially took note of how she fit within it, caring about that most of all. Can they see her? Can they hear her? Can they [b]smell [/b]her? If what she heard being talked about in half-disgusted tones a few rows back… ... tThey could! She just smiled in smug self-satisfaction, and even fans her arms out a tad to let more of that 'pungent musk' waft free and far. She caught a few closer making remarks to those nearby about her arms and legs,. "Hairy,." they called them, even said she looked like Big Foot's lost daughter, and on closer inspection, well, Hannah could hardly disagree; hHer arms [b]WERE [/b]rather shaggy all of a sudden, the hair shockingly dark, making it extra noticeable. Even her feet had a dusting of hair visible to anyone who cared to look... "Just kill me sooner if I ever get like that..." one girl groaned, and that's all Hannah needed. Truth be told, she snapped, but she didn't hold back nor try to control herself once the switch was flipped. In a whirl of motion, she found herself upon the girl, growling, snapping, [b]biting.[/b] Her hands were flying, fingers clutched like claws, and by the time she was dragged off the girl by a trio of boys near twice her size, she had drawn blood. Hannah was seething, and anyone could see the wild glint in her eyes as she was led out of the building. She paused only to lift a leg near the door, pretending like she was about to unleash her bladder like a dog, getting a collective gasp from the hall. Hannah just laughed and marched out, having been told to go home. So she did, but she walked it instead of hopping buses. Actually, she jogged most of the way. She needed to let off some steam and energy. She did it barefoot too, sandals stuffed in a back pocket, and though her soles were black by the time she got home, she felt no pain or discomfort...in fact, she suffered more a feeling of euphoria...a rush as good (or even better) thaen sex...which is probably why she masturbated for what seemed like hours until her mom came home. "Hannah...are you feeling alright?" Her mother asked over dinner, this time a supreme pizza, one she was already four slices deep into, though she had taken the time to pluck out all the veggies. They tasted gross all of a sudden...but that sausage and pepperoni! Mmmm, delicious! "What?" Hannah replied with her mouth full of a half-eaten and half-chewed slice, crust crumbs and tomato sauce marking the sides of her lips. "You're...just..." Hher mom struggled to find the words, her throat tightening around them whenever they tried to breach her lips. Her eyes roamed her daughter, a wild streak to her, a look in the eyes, a foaming at the mouth, with feet bare and dirty, and wearing clothes that don't seem to fit, physically or style-wise. Plain and simple, her daughter was changing, and although nobody could deny her health was markedly on the rise, there were [i]other[/i] things to worry about...other things to consider... "Maybe we should call someone..." Hher mother pivotsed, glancing towards the house phone near the kitchen and it's counter extending from the wall, where much of the pill and their packaging were scattered. "We don't...[b]uhmmpf[/b]..need to do that...[i]Mom[/i]..." Hannah bemoaned, as she swallowed down her food, "I feel great...I feel [b]better [/b]! Way better than I ever have before!" "I know Hannah..." "No you don't!" Hannah had felt that same switch to full on rage and anger click, and she left the table in a flash, damn near flipping it over as she stomped away, not to her room, but straight out the front door, into the cool night breeze of the city... "Hannah! Hannah! Wait!" her mom called after, but she didn't listen. It was almost tTen o'clock, but she didn't feel a hint of fatigue, so she went to the park, finding a strange calling there. She soon found out why, what with it's green grassy fields and sparse tree-line for woodland hikes down dirt paths. By now though, the park was closed, but she didn't care; Hannah easily hoppeds the fence and let out a sigh of relief as her bare feet met that crisp grass. And even though it was overcast, with the moon half-obscured and the temperature colder outside thaen normal, Hannah was instantly struck with an idea both naughty and exciting. Taking just one lingering look around, she wasteds little time thereafter in stripping, so much so that she accidentally tore her shorts in half, leaving them completely ruined, just useless scraps she was all too happy to throw away. Well, she was in this deep...so she did the same to her top, splitting it in half with a strength she was still coming to know...and soon after that, she lifted her head back and loosed a chilling cry. "Hooowwwwwwwwwwwl!~" Every inch of her naked flesh seemed to tingle and spark for the duration, and she found herself moving up onto her toes...and staying that way, the crinkling and crackling of the bones of her feet being muffled by her own lupine howl. She was breathing hot and heavy soon after, charged up and turned on, and when her nose caught a whiff of something warm and alive in the air, her body pounced before her mind could make sense. Sometimes standing up, other times scrambling on all fours, she took to that sparse collection of trees, crashing through bushes, crossing over trails, even knocking over a few signs and trash cans. She was a maniac, consumed by some feral drive to CHASE, and before she even had a clue to what occurred next, blood filled her mouth...and sinew...and meat... Who knows how long she had stayed crouched over her slain quarry, [b]FEASTING[/b] on some unfortunate white rabbit, it's fur now dyed by it’s own voided viscera. Senses did return, even though she fought to stave them off for as long as possible. Memories of the hunt, followed by the victory that came after, left Hannah with a high she hoped would never end...but as it always seemed to do lately, reality came to slap her across the face, to make her realize she was just some naked, dirty girl, with blood on her hands and body, and raw meat hanging from her mouth... She fled then, knowing home was the only safe [s]den[/s]place she had.It was past midnight, but the city was far from asleep, so Hannah kept to the back-alleys as best she could, running whenever she had to cross the open, still keeping to the toes and balls of her feet, finding it more comfortable...and quick! Every now and again, she heard a car or taxi honk as she skittered across the street, even a few voices were aimed her way, asking if she needed help...and what was wrong... But to her, she was fine! Really! Yes, the blood was a little unsightly and all, (it made her look like some wild banshee bitch to be honest...), but her belly was full, her body was healthy, and her mind? Surprisingly tranquil! She hurried on her nude odyssey home, stopping only once to use the bathroom. Oh, and I don't mean she went to find a toilet. No, instead, she picked a bare patch of pavement and squatted down, doing her business right then and there. It was business she wouldn't stop either until she was finished; two drunk bar-hoppers weren't enough to deter her mid-release, even as they hooted and hollered and laughed remorselessly, treating her like some alcohol induced freak-show. But to her she was just obeying nature. She had to go...so she went. Why complicate matters or take unnecessary steps? Clearly they didn't know what they were missing. Hannah managed to walk from that (extra) dirty alley with her dignity firmly intact, but once she got home, her mom was waiting... "Hannah! Where are your clothes?! Wha...is that [i]blood[/i]?!" She had seen enough, "That's it, I'm calling someone..." She ran for the kitchen to search over all of the materials that came with the bottles which caused this. "There has to be something I can call, some kinda phone number..." Hannah just went to her room instead. It had been a long night, and all she could think of (especially with this fully belly) was sleep. And there she got it, undisturbed for the whole night. In her dreams, she was back in the forest...the true wilds, not that sorry imitation of one back at the park...but things were different. She wasn't hunting prey, or protecting and marking her territory. Her nose was sure to test the air however, and there was a surging in her loins at the scent she picked up. She was looking for a mate...to mount, and breed, and expel her seed... She awoke then that next morning to hot, gushing liquid squirts spraying on her chest, and a hand, by instinct, went down to grip the source...fingers wrapping around a phantom limb come to life...and a jolt of pleasure as her wrist began to pump... Her eyes shot open to regard it, a cock, red and hard, rising from a patch of fuzz where her cunt used to be, but even as its proud new owner, she saw its inhumanity. Shaped...well, how else could she describe it? Like a dog's...like a wolf's...a pointed head, a bulbous knot near the base. And it was big...[b]huge[/b]! She'd almost need both hands to grip it fully, and in a moment, she did just that, grunting and gasping as a flood of pleasure sank through that mass of engorged meat. Her heart beat fast with all mixture of fear, arousal, and excitement, and her mind was a raging wind storm, but she still managed to take stock of other details...like the crusted remnants of a dozen squirted out nocturnal emissions, as well as the fully furred balls below that made them possible. Soon, there was a fresh and thirteenth climax of roping cum to join them, as it only took a few two-handed strokes to send her over into toe-twisting bliss... Only when the peerless ecstasy that came from her new male orgasm finally peaked and dwindled off slowly did she continue to explore; her body was more muscular too, her chest in particular turning barreled, making her breasts look smaller and flatter because of it...or had they shrunk? Nails on fingers and toes looked darker and sharper than before, and all over, more of that deep brown hair had spread and grown, her palms, soles, and face really the only spots where that makeshift pelt couldn't be seen or felt. She noticed too, after all that time spent barefoot in less than ideal conditions, her feet now seemed tougher and larger because of it, and she still favored that odd stance, with her toes and balls taking most of her weight. But it was once she was out of bed that Hannah made the second most shocking discovery of that morning; That of a new limb that sways and swished as she walked to the bathroom, gifting her a subtle awareness of her surroundings, at least when it came to the space around her (rather full shaped) ass. All it took was a view in profile to spot the curious culprit, grown from the very end of her spine: A tail! And fluffy too! It brushes and swings, side to side, but only with supreme concentration was she able to still these involuntary, almost automatic, motions. And just as soon as her focus wavered, the wagging began anew...but she just as quickly came to the conclusion that she didn't mind it. She actually felt...more whole? Like she had regained something that she didn't know had been missing all her life. Knowing how much hot water she was in with her mom, Hannah didn't think twice about trying to keep this a secret from her as best she could. However, even fresh off a climax, her new cock felt raw and hungry...blood continuing to pump through its length, threatening to bring it right back up to full mast before long. The more she thought about it, the worse it got, and every time she closed her eyes, visions of naked animals, bent over and in the act, glittered through her mind. She sat on her bed and gave in to them, tongue fanning out as she masturbated wantonly, bringing herself to the point of climax, once, then twice...chest heaving as she worked out a third then a fourth. She saw plump, pink canine cunts, dripping and fragrant with a scent so real, rich, and near. She dreamt of mounting them, one after and other, and filling them fit to burst with her virile seed, blessing them with the promise of pups, [i]her [/i]pups... By the time she was finished, she'd left wads of her cum on the walls and puddles of spunk beneath her feet. As for the count, she had lost track well before she reached her tenth. Who could say? What mattered was that she had tamed her dick well enough to stuff it into an old pair of jeans, same with her tail, guiding it down against one leg. And after throwing an oversized t-shirt reserved for sleeping in over her head, she crept downstairs on her tip-toes... Laying on the living room couch, though dressed for sleep, her mom looked like she didn't get a wink of sleep at all through the night. For a moment, it seemed like she didn't even know her daughter was there, but she spoke up regardless, without prompting, "There's no number, no contact information...nothing..." she spoke slow and calm, despite the fear dwelling in the recesses of her quiet voice, "I searched everywhere...I went online, I called the hospital...nobody seems to know a thing about Saiko or Taystie Corp..." Well I'm not going to complain...results speak for themselves..." Hannah countered gruffly, walking past on her way to the kitchen. Her mother watched her go, taking notice of the heels she kept raised and exposed... Hannah opened the refrigerator and just started eating. Precooked, processed, raw, didn't matter. She seemed to hone in on whatever had a high content of protein, like she could smell it. She ripped open a pack of bloody red steaks and cleaned the packaging, though before her mom could investigate, Hannah had hid the evidence...well...mostly. There were still plenty of signs of the crime on her hands, around her mouth, and on her chin, but she darted to the sink to wash up before her mom could get too good of a look at it. "Eggs?" her mom asked, fighting to put on a more uplifting face, at which Hannah enthusiastically agreed, "And bacon too!" As they cooked, Hannah slipped outside for a morning tinkle, doing the deed near the entrance to their building when she thought no one was looking, releasing her bladder and marking her territory all in one act. She still couldn't imagine why more people didn't do this: Claiming ownership by scent and bodily liquid. She did so squatting, her face the very image of bliss, even as she felt it crinkle and flex, darkening lips curling as teeth lengthened, her jaws starting to grow and stretch. Ever so slightly, her face had the shape of a snout, her skin pulled tight and thin around the changing bone structure below. And as she felt over her warped features, she could even feel changes in her fingers and palms; the build-up of new fat deposits, the budding growth of pads, cushioning and protecting the more vulnerable undersides of her hands. It all seemed like a net positive, even though her thumbs had become more rigid and stubby, and every finger felt thicker and stiffer. And great as it was to feel, like a return to something better, Hannah could not delve forever. She prowled back inside, and put on her best smile possible, hoping to deflect any questions with a brightened mood. How could her mother complain when she was feeling so well? At their little fold-out table, mother and daughter ate, the latter doing her best to keep up her (rapidly deteriorating) appearances, avoiding eye-contact while her mother bore holes in return. If her mom took umbrage at her looks or her smell, she didn't say so. But under the table, unseen by her mother's peering eyes, Hannah was experiencing a tightening. Her tail was beating too, restrained and cramped. It begged to be set free, a desire it's owner no doubt shared. What's more, Hannah was becoming increasingly [i]aware [/i]of a scent in the air...enticing...arousing. It was her mother's, she came to horrifyingly realize. Sweat was forming on Hannah's brow, her forehead tightening as ridges formed. She began to pant as her cock flooded with blood, renewed and ready, straining both her jeans and her self-control... "So good..." she muttered with a mouth full of food, trying to disguise it as simple satisfaction with her breakfast, but mom wasn't buying it, "What is it now?" Hannah's dick was starting to peek up out of her waistband, though thankfully her long shirt kept it concealed. That growing damp mark underneath, though, was harder to hide. "Mom, I gotta go!" She bolted from her chair and rushed for the door. This was only an exaggeration, since she had just remembered she was scheduled to help produce a new podcast over at the local sports station. Hey, might as well get there early, right? She was halfway there when Hannah realized she had forgotten her shoes. Oh well. Given how she walked, she wasn't too confident she could keep them on her feet anyway. So she arrived in naked feet and hoped nobody would call her out for it. They didn't...but every greeted smile had eyes turning down spy at the (sharp-nailed) toes poking out from the bottom hems of her blue jean legs. Luckily, at a desk and behind a screen, she felt a little more secure since few were willing to poke their heads under there and see if the workplace’s growing rumors were true; that Hannah was playing the role of a slacker in ill-fitting, ill-kept clothes, even going so far as to show up shoeless. However, her safety here didn't last long as already she felt so fuzzy-headed at the controls. Tasked with making sure the audio levels were properly balanced and the guest connections were running smoothly, she also had to edit on the fly, trimming hours of material down into something more palatable for a listening audience. Most shows were choppy, but this was becoming a disaster. The hosts were far from amused too, and she kept getting bothered looks aimed her way whenever a technical difficulty arose, of which there were countless. Her fingers didn't move as fast as they should, and her focus was muted...clamped even. Thinking about the technicalities of her job made her head hurt, "I can't..." she muttered, staring down at the keyboard in tense frustration, her eyes narrowed into angry slits, her nose curled and flared. Shortcuts, programs, letters and numbers, simple math...even reading what was on her screen...it was all too much, too fast. It was like a vice grip was squeezing in on her temples, putting a constant pressure on her thoughts the more she tried to think...tried to be rational, tried to quell her baser emotions. The office and those around were starting to take notice now as Hannah's frustrations seemed to hit a boiling point, "YYYAAAGH!" Unable to hold back, with two hands shaped as firsts, she slammed down with all her might, shattering her keyboard into a million plastic pieces, bringing everything around her to an awkward and silent standstill. Everyone just stared as Hannah seethed, looking around to each of them with the wild eyes of a caged animal, of a beast rearing to be unleashed, "I quit!" bellowed her voice with a snarl as she flew to her feet and made for the door, stopping only to drop her pants and piss on the door still, giving everyone a sight they won't soon forget... "Is that a tail?" "Oh my God!" "What's that thing on her ass!?!" A sure glance is not what they get however. Hannah is gone as soon as she has her pants back up. Back on the city streets, she scours her pockets for the bottle of pills she smuggled, no longer caring one bit about the recommended dosage, she downs four, right then and there, and immediately gets the surge of energy she was looking for, "Oh yes...oh God yes!" In seconds, her canine dick felt twice it's size and three times as hard, and it compelled her down the nearest alley, searching for some dumpster to masturbate behind. Instead, she caught sight and scent of a few stray dogs, and was taken aback by a true and deep desire to mount them, male or female, right then and there. How ever mangy and undernourished those mutts were, they still had enough sense to scamper off way before Hannah could act on these disturbing urges, so she had to make do with her hands once more, tugging on her meat to another surging, hot climax that paints the alley wall white and dripping. And she swore during it that she felt her calves tighten and pulse, while her thighs above ripple, doubling in strength. She felt her feet continue to arch too, screamed as her heel stretched higher and the balls of her feet thickened, padding filling out there and on her toes. What was once supremely uncomfortable turns pleasurable instead, surely helped by the second climax she wrings out as she acknowledges the changes, soon finding her arms similarly altered. Bulging musculature spread across her back and shoulders before surging up her arms. She embraced it all though, flexed and growled until it reached her hands, fingers growing, yes, fattening, before paw pads form upon the tips and her nails finish their slow transition into claws. She left the alleyway intoxicated in her unwashed musk, a heady, masculine odor that hangs around her like an aura of pervasive stench. Even she could smell it too, and she knew it smelled like sex and might, announcing her fitness and prowess. And her clothes, once hanging from her body, now appear tight, providing ceaseless discomfort that Hannah just barely puts up with, "Just gotta...get back...find...den...mate...mother..." The mental malaise from before had stayed hung over her mind since the outburst back at the office, leaving her thoughts feeling crippled and one-track. Many times on her instinct-guided journey back home on (padded) foot, she stumbled, her balance not quite what it should be, as if something was wrong, that something didn't measure up. She thought to just let herself fall forward, to crawl...that it would be faster and better this way...but in the end, she disregarded the strange musing and continued to hobble along... People were watching, the world was watching, but she paid it little mind. So long as they kept their distance, they were of little consequence. Her hunger wasn't great enough to necessitate the hunt either...yet. Through the front door, Hannah burst in, catching her mom, fresh from the grocery store, completely by surprise, "Hannah...?" she asked, knowing deep down it was her, but still there was that second or two of disconnect...a moment which deepens when her daughter ripped her shirt off and burst through her pants, so completely done with clothes as a concept right then and there. Any hint of breast was by now gone, absorbed into her firm and meaty chest muscles, "[i]Mother[/i]..." her voice came as a growl, harsh and deep, changed so much that she sounded like a different person. Hannah's cock and tail were plain to see, the latter swishing behind her while the former was a straightened rod, pink-red flesh beating and pulsing as a dribble of white pre oozed from it's canine tip, "Fuck...[b]mate[/b]..." she guttered with authority both firm and inevitable. Both bags in either hand drop to the floor, spilling their contents as her mom fled up the stairs, losing her sandal straps in the process, dashing like mad to seek refuge in her bedroom, pointless though it was. Only then did she go searching for a phone, her mind reeling at the sight of what her daughter has become...near monstrous, her whole body covered in what seemed like a pelt of brown fur. She had maybe longer then she would have reckoned before the beast gave chase, but paws were soon pounding as they carried her up the stairs in pursuit. A vicious, feral scratching at her door left her mother in a state of screaming panic before the struggles beyond changed to forceful slams, as Hannah threw her massively increased body mass into the door again and again. The door held against her for the first and second ones, but the third caused a cracking, and the fourth made the wood burst apart... "[b]Breeeeeed[/b]!" the mad creature bellowed as her mother retreated onto the bed. Hannah was drooling, from lips and cock, as she stalked closer. Her musk made her mother's nostrils burn and curl, even as a creeping desire to submit wracked her senses and mind, "Need this...neeeeeed this..." Hannah's voice carried a begging tremor as she stumbled towards the bed. The reason for the delay became clear once an empty pill bottle falls out from Hannah's weakening grip, her hands continuing to grow larger still (while also losing their dexterity and human deftness) as they continue their descent towards becoming fore-paws, a stiffening pressure making each thumb take it's place as just another inflexible [s]finger[/s] toe instead. All the while, a disturbing series of pops and cracks issue down her spine, her posture turning increasingly hunched while her body takes on the very image of a werewolf all furry and huge, a hulking figure, a twist of man and animal...except the man half was losing... Her face was really the sole bastion of Hannah's humanity, but the beginnings of a muzzle were threatening to take that away too, her lips parting into a snarl, her jaws distending, teeth making like milky white fangs while her nose flattens and turns dark. Hair was invading her warping facial features too, providing a mask of fur she can never take off if things don't turn around soon... The scent of her mother, while still always retaining the familiar and familial within it, something she associates with love and comfort, the context of it changes subtly. She still identified it as 'mother', but also was sniffing out something remarkably [i]female[/i]...and a fertile one to boot. That translates to prospective mate...in fact, it might of always been that way, Hannah was just ignoring it before, but now the answer to her problems seem clear...the only way she was going to sate her seemingly insatiable cock was to fill a womb, not her hands, with a virile batch of her own seed...a liquid lunch of pure potential. She...[i]he[/i]...had to breed with his mom...it was his biological imperative...he just had to. Finally then, before all this rationalizing could bring with it a scourging head-ache to the beast, Hannah let his urges take hold and his instincts run wild. He leaped upon the bed and took what was his by animalistic right. He saw her, smelled her, wanted her...mother or not, he claimed her. She fought him and struggled with him, as was [i]her [/i]right, he did not hold that against her, but he also did not relent. Paws gripped her by the shoulders after he had her properly on her stomach and his dick searched for her entrance. Finding it's hot folds, the same that had birthed him so long ago, came as blissful relief. He shoved hard and filled her with his meat as she cried and whimpered below, begging him to stop, hilting her after a few feral pumps. But her words were falling on ears now deaf to human language, that capacity having seemingly slipped from his mind as those same ears rose and narrowed, tilting to face forward as they migrated to near the top of his head. Every push and thrust, every expenditure of energy, seemed to cost him intelligence and brain-cells, but he couldn't stop. His memories would be next... As he fucked, his face became increasingly distorted into a lupine snout, long, wrinkled, and slobbering, his skull compacting, [i]squeezing[/i] down and around his brain as it devolves, turning smaller and more primal. His name was gone, and so was his mother's; her status as such inconsequential as soon as he sent several thick, rich ropes of his seed squirting inside her, giving one final inward press, knotting his mom and biting her shoulder for added traction, not letting up until his balls felt truly emptied. And after that, he just breathed, wet, wolfen gasps huffing from his tired lungs against his equally exhausted mom, a mom who just lays there, driven into submission, her body hot and humming from the act, with clothing torn and scattered. She herself could barely think, barely contemplate what had just occurred...and worse: What was yet to come. A few hours pass, and her daughter-turned-massive-wolf-monster pulled a deflated cock from her worried cunt, all kinds of spunk and ooze pooling out, whether off that red stopper, or the hole freshly unsealed. His dick, while far from slipping up into it's furry sheath, had softened for what feels like the first time in months. It should of brought a return to clarity and reason for Hannah, but unfortunately his mind lacked in the capacity for either. She was well on his way to becoming an animal thing, now and always, yet for some reason he clung to the dwindling dream of staying bipedal...if just barely. Passing a body mirror, he could spot just how much of a hunched and heavy thing he was, with arms hanging more like fore-legs, naturally reaching for the floor, his hands now the complete and matching fore-paws that go with them, his body covered in thick, brown fur, body naked from the tip of his snout down to the end of his rather fluffy tail. If he cared, he might of noticed how shaped and large his hind-quartered continued to be...how it gave him some distinctly feminine curves despite his plain and present maleness all throughout, his heady, masculine musk saying one thing while his downright HUGE humanish female butt said something else. No, if he was hit by any thought, it was a mulled sadness, a faint, tugging remorse that pushes him away before he can walk too long at the beast he has become...so divorced from his original self that the original self was turning into a shrinking blur in his rear-view. He dragged and padded his way out the door and down the stairs, only stopping by the sound of his latest claim calling from the bed, "Wait...Hannah..." it went, but they meant nothing but an attempt to get his attention. He waited for more, ears shriveling high as he glanced around, "Hannah, don't go..." she went on, but Hannah just bowed her head, turned, and continued on with a snorting huff. Was it instinct or lingering desire that led him then to the kitchen and made him mount the counter-top with his sizable upper body. He sniffed around for a familiar, if light, scent, and was pleased to find a few pills scattered and loose. Who could be sure, with all his feral might (but with a lack of human intellect) if he could have wrestled off those caps to get at the bottle's prized little contents? Instead, he just happily licks up the loose pills. How many? Well, he can't count anymore, so who really knows! Some part of his (still) shrinking brain told him they were good, and his eyes, nose, and tongue all heartily agreed. And by any metric, Hannah was so far over the threshold of no return, overdosing way past the recommended limits and in the recommended time-frame, it's really no surprise then that lingering bit of full-on animal existence that's been hinted, but never fully achieved, finally arrives as a series of cracking snaps, Hannah's spine bending, breaking, and reshaping... And where others might of clung to their fleeting bipedal-ism, Hannah rushed to it, embraced it, almost with a sexual rush as all four paws hit the ground and his posture adjusts, back craning and curving into it's new natural position, leaving Hannah feeling stronger and more certain...more [b]right[/b], his tail whisking high behind him with unabashed glee. The air inside felt stifling then all of a sudden, a call to be free of these walls and roofs once and for all driving him to seek the outdoors. A thought of his mother/mate stopped him, momentarily, from leaping through the nearest window...but something told him that if she was anything like himself, if she was truly worthy of carrying his pups, she would follow, one way or another... Shattered glass rang out through the night air as Hannah crashed through, landing a story below without barely missing his stride, big, burly paws catching and cushioning the fall. His life lay behind him then, just as broken and shattered, paw-pads crunching the glass beneath as he stalks away, toughed feet uncut and unhurt. He tasted the air then, heated breaths coming from his maw and nostrils like rising fog in the chilled air, his naked body bristling with primed (and primal) excitement of what lays ahead. Crouching, he raised his head and let out long, beckoning howl, as much a call to those who would join him, who would become part of his pack, as a warning to those who would try and oppose them, whether foolish or unfit to embrace their inner animals with reckless abandon. This cry too signaled his own liberation: From human concerns and worries, from human inhibitions, from his own frailty, his body's weakness, even seemingly from fate itself! He had gained a second life...new and free of the limitations of his old. What did it cost? Truthfully, he couldn't remember, nor did he care a wink. Whatever it was, he'd gladly pay it again and again if it meant ending up on all fours, huge and horny, free of everything but his own urges and needs. He would hunt as he pleased, fuck as he pleased, piss and shit whenever and wherever he wanted...what else could he ask for? So he loped off without regret, disappearing into the fabric of urban myth and legend, that of a cryptid often spotted, but never quite captured nor confirmed. And in the decades that followed, the city would report many disappearances...both of pets and animals, but also people, the latter of which they would find no trace but torn clothes and scattered belongings, broken down doors and crashed-through windows. There was almost always a struggle apparent, but there was never any evidence of kidnapping, nor of anything stolen...just the person gone... And as the numbers rose, so did the sightings of monstrous man-wolves...werewolves some even said, though that only led to such stories being more easily discounted. It was popular belief that one would smell them before you see them, that their droppings littered the sidewalks and alleyways (as clearly it was either monsters...or some BIG dogs were the culprit!), and perhaps most bawdy of all were tales of what they carried swinging between their legs, that they were creatures with insatiable sex-drives, that they hunted just as much to mate as they did to feed. But to be mounted was to join them, it was also said, a way to explain a lack of witness testimonies and survivors of the act. That to be fucked by a beast, like a beast, was to become a beast as well... Perhaps the oddest detail though came when anyone drew one from memory...how, for all it's wolfish and feral looks, special attention always went to their butts, "So large and round!" "They got an ass like DAMN!" "It made me jealous!" Either the whole city was in on the joke, or maybe there was some strange credence to the stories after all... ------------------------------- But before even one such rumor could be spread, Hannah's mom, still fresh from her own real and first-hand experience, got a phone call. She wasn't sure how she was able to pick up, or even why, but she did, maybe out of false hope that it was somehow Hannah waiting on the other line, "Hello?" she croaked, voice hoarse and hollow... A calm and demure female voice answered, "Good Evenings...I am just calling on behalf of Saiko Pharmaceuticals. We are looking to hear how Miss Hannah is doing. Has her condition improved? Are there any side-effects to report?" Silence pervades the other side after a hushed, "Hannah..." was squeezed out, a name now wounded, it hurt to be said, "She's...doing well...her body is...she's really turning things around...I think she's...happy..." the pained voice continues, "It's just...we need...we need [i]more[/i]..." "Of course..." the mystery woman replied, "You can expect another shipment by tomorrow morning. Please let Miss Hannah know we are thrilled to hear that things are looking positive." An arm gently pressed against her slightly swollen belly while the other felt over an ear both pointed and covered in fuzz, "I will..." she choked out, fighting the same tears that came flowing down her cheeks...