Cabin Outing - Part 2 (Commission for Axel1)

TAGS: Transformation/TF, Amazon, Muscle Growth, F/F, Mini-Giantess, Cuddling/Teasing, Destruction of Property, Destructive Intercourse, Morning After

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“Next time?” Valeri crooned, not really asking so much as threatening, “I don’t think you really need a next time, to be honest.”

The implication was obvious, and the fact that the wreckage of the couch was ground even further into dust just sealed the deal even harder than it had before, but now that the amazon was the one with the upper hand, she wasn’t about to let go of it any time soon. After such hard work teasing the growth of her, clearly her better half needed a little bit of recompense; clearly, Bryn should be paid in the same coin for all of their efforts in bringing out this muscular colossus that they were snuggling up against on a wrecked sofa, and there was no real need for a “next time”. After all, didn’t they have a cabin all for themselves? Were they not alone out there with no one to bother them? Bryn’s subtle comment about passing it on to a future version of themselves was little more than them trying to squirrel away without payback, and Valeri wasn’t about to let them get away with it.

Granted, there was no revenge there, so much as there was the simple fact that the both of them had transformative capabilities and it wouldn’t be fair if only one of them got to experience the process. Or at least, that’s how Valeri saw it in her mind, even if she knew this was little more than a flimsy rationalization for what really was payback, albeit the kind that would only lead to the two of them further enjoying themselves in ways that most people wouldn’t even be capable of imagining. After all, she just turned into a bulked-up, more muscular form, while Bryn… well, Bryn was a lot fuzzier after transforming, and that was precisely what Valeri hoped to coax out of them.

“W-what do you mean?” the werewolfess replied, the faux-stutter clashing marvelously with the devious smile she had plastered on her face, “Surely you can’t be thinking of destroying the cabin? What about our deposit?”

“Truly a mystery; what about our deposit?” Valeri teased, holding Bryn even tighter as she effortlessly lifted them up to her chest, unceremoniously stuffing their face into her bust, “Really, I don’t think I can finagle a way to get it back. I mean, have you seen what you made me do to the couch? How am I supposed to explain that?”

The muffling that came from down below didn’t last very long, along with Bryn’s frantic attempts at freeing herself growing less and less coordinated before the flailing turned into a series of limp noodles for arms and legs, the surprised yelp slowly mutating into a prolonged, pleasured moan as the smaller of the two women accepted her fate of being stuck in marshmallow heaven for the foreseeable future. It was a cheap move and they both knew it, but that was the point: it wasn’t supposed to be fair, now that Valeri had turned into her hulked-out form, not when Bryn had turned herself into what was pretty much the most perfect target possible for some tactical cuddling designed specifically to get her to react in that exact manner. Valeri wanted her partner’s oxygen circulation to the brain to grow just compromised enough to leave them slightly woozy, the right amount of confusion that left them suggestible enough to be enticed into transforming… that, and their head was stuck between a large pair of tits, so there was always that bonus.

The transformation didn’t take too long before starting in earnest, as it really shouldn’t; after such a prolonged teasing session on Bryn’s part, it was inevitable for her to feel at least as aroused as Valeri herself did, and after having their face stuffed into cleavage, whatever resistance the werewolfess might’ve had to the idea of letting loose was thrown out the door and replaced by a burning need to just let go and finally experience some proper amazon-on-amazon action the way the two of them hadn’t had the opportunity to go through in quite a while. In other words, to do what they had gone to that cabin to do in the first place: get away from everything and just indulge.

The moaning coming from Valeri’s bust grew stronger as Bryn’s grip on her arms grew tighter, control returning to the werewolfess as adrenaline flooded their system in preparation for the change. It was always a bestial transformation, and one that left her hungry for strenuous physical activity immediately afterwards purely to get rid of all the excess energy welling up inside of her… which of course meant that Valeri wasn’t going to let go any time soon. This was the first time she had the opportunity to see the change take place from such a close distance, and the first occasion in which she herself was transformed, giving her all the strength she needed to withstand the werewolfess’ strength and still be capable of dishing back pound for pound.

Predictably, Bryn didn’t hold back any punches; nor could she, seeing as her mind was assaulted from all directions by a version of herself that the young woman went to great lengths to hold back, repressing it until it was absolutely necessary for it to be let out. It was driven purely by instinct and raw desire, by the primal lizard brain that Bryn made sure not to listen to most of the time… but out there, away from civilization, in a cabin that they had paid for and could probably trash without much concern for repairs, what use was there in holding back? Especially when her partner too had turned into something of a mini-giantess, a true amazon who could hold their own against her bestial side and probably come out on top; after all, had she not been the one who triggered the transformation to begin with as payback for Bryn having done the same? Clearly, the werewolfess shouldn’t hold back either!

Cute thoughts for someone who wasn’t really in control of anything, at least not until the “puppy” came out and gave her the strength to actually match up to her partner; in their amazonian form, Valeri was so much bigger than Bryn that they could probably hold their better half up with a single arm, and with nothing to stand in their way, they made good use of that size difference to impress it upon the werewolfess just who was in charge there, and who was calling the shots… in an effort to trigger the transformation properly, of course. What with Bryn’s lycanthropy being far less linked to moonlight than it was to her state of mind, the simplest way of getting the still-smaller of the two to at least match up to the mini-giantess holding them was to make the werewolfess as horny as possible; given the sort of love life the two of them led, this was both stupendously easy and thoroughly enjoyably at the same time, especially considering Bryn’s body was absolutely filled with sweet spots that were, at points, almost too easy to push. And yet, despite this, it never felt like it was too mundane for there to be any enjoyment; if anything, for Valeri, the fact that she was spoiled for choice made it so that every time the two of them got together was subtly different from any other occasion, even if by just a little. Whenever they decided to wreck a bed by spending several hours going at it like wild animals, the teasing session leading up to it served as a means for the amazon to experiment, to see just what she could do differently while still eliciting the same response as always, almost like she was given Bryn’s control board and told to go nuts with it. Bryn herself wasn’t one to complain; if anything, she liked being played like that, it being a wonderful contrast between how easily she was led down that path and how animalistic and domineering she became after the ultimate pay-off… not that either of the two ever managed to establish superiority when both of their transformations were complete, but that was the point, ultimately: they may play off one another perfectly, they may be happy to be teased to hell and back and to surrender control to the other for the sake of a good time, but as soon as both of their bodies had turned into their more bestial selves, then everyone else better run for cover. Hell, they might as well try and find something to hide behind already, given how destructive the lycanthropic transformation itself was; if not for the fact that the couch was already destroyed, it would’ve been utterly wrecked anyway with how much thrashing was involved, how much flailing there was even when Valeri did her best to contain it by holding Bryn in her own arms. The change wasn’t painful, far from it, but that was precisely why the werewolfess couldn’t help herself: the influx of pleasure was so great that she had to externalize it somehow, being gifted with so much additional energy that to hold still, to just sit there and do nothing felt more uncomfortable than whatever else she could possibly do. Valeri, of course, knew this perfectly well, as she knew that it also had the rather fortuitous side-effect of leaving her partner incredibly pent-up if they couldn’t move at all during the transformation; more than once, for whatever reason, Bryn hadn’t been capable of shedding her excitement as much as she wanted to, leading to her being exceptionally frisky afterwards, and more than once, Valeri had taken advantage of this by holding her down until after the lycanthropic change was done, resulting in a very hug-happy puppy that wouldn’t be satisfied with “conventional stuff”, as she put it, for more than a few seconds. It was a dangerous game to be played, especially considering how sharp Bryn’s claws got, but to the amazon, the risk was worth it; all that was required of her was the strength and patience to hold down a transforming werewolfess, and then afterwards they could completely destroy the house as they found new and inventive ways of making love to one another, ones where the very destruction of their surrounding environs was proof positive of their utter dedication to each other… and how little they were ready to yield a single inch as well. It was a competition, pure and simple, and as Bryn’s form began to expand outwards, their muscle mass multiplying just as their curves were simultaneously accentuated, skin replaced with coarse fur and skull elongating into a canine muzzle, Valeri knew that she had her work cut out for her; not only had the lycanthrope spent a good deal of time teasing her, leaving them horny by default, but judging by the way they were desperately trying to get out of the bind that the amazon had put them in, there was significantly more energy there than there usually was, enough that it felt downright dangerous for Valeri not to let it burst outwards… but still, she didn’t. The giantess, no longer alone in how enormous she was, wanted to see the fire burning inside her partner’s eyes, wanted to feel as their body heat shot through the roof as their metabolism adapted to their new form; she wanted to go through every second of the change just as much as Bryn herself did, that the two of them could experience it together as the first step in that night’s entertainment. Plus, it gave Valeri the perfect position in which to fondle her partner’s bust, arguably the most sensitive part of the werewolfess’ body, and the one that was guaranteed to yield the most results; it certainly helped that it was consistently blessed with a frankly unnecessary amount of size compared to Bryn’s more athletic, post-transformation build, presumably because those breasts were as sensitive as they were, so Valeri made sure that they didn’t go ignored: one hand holding the werewolfess back, the other carefully massaging and kneading one of their mounds, occasionally bringing a thumb and index finger to do unspeakably scandalous things to Bryn’s nipple that left the poor gal literally howling at the top of their voice. The sound wouldn’t be just metaphorical either; a minute or so was all that was needed for the transformation to take place, after which the remains of the couch suddenly had two very large women, neither of whom were particularly interested in being the one on the bottom, both of which wanted to get down to business as quickly as they possibly could. The thought of ruining their chances at ever being allowed in that cabin ever again never crossed their mind, or if it did, it was discarded quickly enough as to never have effectively been there at all; the one thing they wanted now as to compete for dominance, a friendly little thing where their bodies, being so enormous as they happened to be, were put to use discovering which of the two of them could hold out on top for longest, until inevitably the other one turned the tables and the cycle repeated itself. They would quickly find themselves on their feet, not having realized just when or how that happened, with Bryn practically lifting Valeri off their feet before crashing into (and very nearly through) the nearest wall, leaving the surface riddled with cracks radiating from the impact point; one of the werewolfess’ arms wrapped itself around one of the amazon’s legs, pulling it up just enough to expose the pinned giantess’ nethers, while Bryn’s free hand repaid her lover’s breast ministrations in kind, all-but forcing Valeri’s to moan out and beg for more herself… at least until the mini-giantess sensed an opportunity to bring both of her hands onto the werewolfess’ canine ears, rubbing their soft interior until Bryn was turned into silly putty, panting heavily and drooling like an open faucet while meekly protesting about such a gesture being “cheating”, all while trembling so much they couldn’t even stand up. Of course, as soon as the lycanthrope was on the ground with Valeri above her, all it took was a single opening, a singular moment where her ears weren’t being pet in just the right way to make the werewolfess murr like a happy puppy, for the bestial creature to execute a perfect twist, spinning the two of them over one another until Valeri had their back flat against the ground, arms outstretched to their sides and eyes wide open, wondering whether they should beg for things that were better left not written down for posterity; this too would be flipped on its head, eventually at least, whenever the amazon sensed an opening and exploited that to keep the whole going thing, until the two were smashing against kitchen cabinets, ripping doors off their hinges, and generally making a complete mess of the cabin, thoroughly burning through any goodwill they could’ve once had with its owner. By the time the two of them even managed to find their bedroom, most of the living space outside of it had been completely destroyed: curtains ripped down, windows cracked from bodily impact, walls crumbling as their plaster was either clawed out or simply broken, and not a single piece of upholstery had been left untouched; further to the side, the kitchen area was a complete mess, in between the multiple pieces of cracked stone, bent wood and the raw condiments the couple had bought having been spilled all over the floor. Even if they were to wake up in the morning and still want to use the cabin, which was less than debatable at that point, they simply wouldn’t be able to, not with the amount of destruction wrought to their environs; ultimately though, that was part of the charm, part of the enjoyment: as Valeri and Bryn progressed to the bedroom, not so much ripping the door off its hinges as they did simply snap it in half before proceeding to shatter the bedsprings on their mattress, they did so knowing that they left a path of chaos and mayhem in their wake, and that anyone who walked into the cabin would be left wondering if a tornado had blown through it when they weren’t paying attention. This was mostly the reason why the couple had to keep looking for new places to go to for their vacations, and why they had to resort to using fake names when paying for a place to stay; they had both learned a long time prior that they were quite infamous in hostelry and tourism circles, with their real names being in at least a good dozen or so blacklists spread across thrice as many companies, all for the exact same reason: wanton destruction of property. Not that either of them particularly cared, of course; just as they climbed onto the broken remnants of what used to have been a king-sized bed, the werewolfess and amazon could only think about just how powerful their lovemaking was, and how every bit of damage done to their surroundings was naught but them reinforcing their devotion for one another, letting their partner know that they would happily move mountains if only it made their better half feel the slightest bit happier… and, when it came to arousal, they’d go even further if need be, because nothing else mattered but finding that sweet spot, that little death that would leave the both of them gasping for breath after achieving peak perfection, their bodies wasting all their energy in one glorious moment, an instant of nirvana really; of course, neither of them would be thinking in such terms, being reduced to little more than animals in heat, but their conscious selves could at least have some fun with those thoughts, alone in their cages in the back of the mini-giantess’ minds. They wouldn’t be allowed out until their more primal side was thoroughly satisfied, and given that both women’s stamina skyrocketed once they were transformed, that usually took anything from a couple of hours to an entire night’s sleep, depending on how experimental they decided to get; even on that occasion, with the lycanthrope’s ministrations having kickstarted the whole thing beforehand, with the wrecking of the couch on the amazon’s part, with all the teasing and kneading and groping and whatever else they did, the couple still wouldn’t budge easily. It was, at the end of the day, still a competition to determine which of them would be the first to break, one that wouldn’t end until the two of them were completely spent and unable to even so much as take a breath without having to struggle for it. Thankfully, there were no other cabins around theirs, otherwise their unfortunate neighbours would’ve had to deal with about three or so hours replete with noises the likes of which were typically reserved for movies of a more pornographic persuasion; in between the moaning, the groaning, the canine-like yowling and the occasional destruction of even more structurally load-bearing walls, it sounded and felt as if there was a wrecking crew operating in there at the same time as a porn flick was being filmed, a confusing set of thoughts that were sure to leave any onlookers eager for a little peek at what might be happening behind closed doors. That night, however, was Bryn’s and Valeri’s only, and there wouldn’t be anything that could change that; come hell or high water, the two were locked in a contest for dominance, and if anyone or anything tried to stop them, they’d soon find out just how strong they were. This went double for the bed they were using, which, predictably, ended up turned into a heap of twigs and twisted metal springs before either giantess was even close to achieving climax, leaving them to find the most comfortable position possible amidst the ruins of what once had been something big enough for them two sleep on with space to spare. Sometimes it would be Bryn, holding Valeri down with the extra strength received from the lycanthropic transformation, all four of their combined legs spread wide open so they could make good use of them; other times it’d be Valeri, employing her size to hold her precious puppy to the nearest wall so they couldn’t run away while she pressed all of their proverbial pressure points. And occasionally, it’d be neither of them, as they were both too embroiled in one another for either of them to claim any sort of dominance, which all too often ended up being the ultimate state in which they both reached climax… and that night would be no different. Despite both women’s best efforts to claim the seat of victor for the night, they were both too far gone by the end, resulting in a release in which both of them were, effectively, at their wit’s end; with two screams that would shake the cold summer night, both Valeri and Bryn gushed with carnal joy, as their bodies reached their tipping point and promptly flew off the edge as hard as they could, ending with both women limp, feeble and utterly destroyed in each other’s arms. From there, it took little more than a minute or so before they drifted off to sleep, amidst the ruins of what had once been a perfectly serviceable bedroom.

***

Morning didn’t come easily, nor did the realization that they would most likely have to cut their losses and just run as fast and far as possible after gathering all their stuff and shoving it into their bags ahead of schedule. It was unlikely that the person who rented them the cabin would ever come check on them during the allotted time, but both the werewolfess and amazon recognized that, given what they’d done to the place, they were best off getting as much distance between themselves and ground zero as possible; it was bad enough that they woke up in the middle of a turbulent nest of wood chips and torn cloth, with their bedroom window shattered into pieces, but once they walked through the wrecked door and saw just how extensive the damage to the living room was… suffice it to say, the only reason the two of them didn’t start audibly bemoaning their fate was because they knew all too well what had led to the scene they were looking at, and any attempt at recalling it stood a reasonable chance of kickstarting yet another round, even with their bodies being as sore as they were.

“I feel like I got run over,” Bryn complained, rubbing her lower back, “what did you even do to me?”

“That a trick question?” Valeri fired back, smiling deviously, “Because I think it’d be faster if-”

“Yeah, I get it” - the playful punch on Bryn’s part came almost immediately accompanied by her throwing her arms around her partner’s neck, bringing the two of them into a tight embrace - “Could afford to do this more often.”

“Looking at what we did, I don’t think we can.”

“Oh, you know what I mean!” - a smooch, and the two of them were separate again - “Besides, maybe we should try and find some place that caters to folks like us. I mean, imagine what we could do if we didn’t break everything whenever we got horny.”

Bryn’s words rang true with Valeri, but that didn’t stop the amazon from blushing anyway. The reason for it was obvious, and just as much to Bryn as it was to Valeri herself: did they want to avoid breaking things? Or did they, perhaps, seek to do it more often, to trash whatever cabin or hotel room would have them until they were forbidden from ever going anywhere they didn’t already own?

“You’re incorrigible,” Bryn chuckled, turning towards the bedroom, “now come on, we need to find my underwear.”