Camelopardalis

Woman: Bodystocks</span>
Giraffe: XCrystals

Hilda enjoyed her early morning jogs along the river. At 5AM, there were seldom any people around and it was bright enough in the summer that there was little danger of being accosted by some strange person or jumped from the bushes that lined the river valley. There was always pepper spray to deal with that should it occur. But in the four years since she'd used the river trail, the only people she encountered were other joggers and the police horse patrol.

It was slightly misty as she rounded the corner that led to the pathway just outside the zoo. That may have been why she didn't hear the footfalls of the other jogger. He caught up with her and was about to pass her when he slowed to chat. Hilda didn't mind chatting of course. It helped pass the miles as long as the guy wasn't there to hit on her as more than a few were. Their conversations started innocently enough. The usual topics: weather, work and hobbies. Neither was going really giving out any major details of their lives, of course. That would be plain stupid as neither knew who the other was. It would have been all there was too it but the guy, who strangely avoided giving his name, stumbled.

She helped him to the grass just off the trail. He'd caught his foot on a crack in the running path and twisted his ankle. She was about to leave him to go for help when he pulled a salve from his backpack and rubbed it on the sore ankle. Sometime during the process, he touched her and everything changed.

"Come with me," he stated getting to his feet as though nothing had ever been wrong with the ankle.
"Okay," Hilda found herself unusually agreeable.

They made their way through the bushes to a cut in the wire. They made it through the break without incident and she found they were at the back of the Large Animals exhibit in the zoo.

"Follow," he commanded.

They made their way through the bushes and trees to the side of the giraffe enclosure. He crawled in past the metal barriers and she followed without thinking. Once inside, ordered her to strip in a secluded part of the grass and began to stroke her breasts. Normally, she hated this kind of pawing but she responded as he wished and was soon making love. Halfway through though, she felt a tickle down her back. This was a distraction she couldn't ignore and she felt her back. Some kind of strange fur was growing down the middle of her back. She pushed him off momentarily to feel her back. Not only did she have some kind of fur down her spine, she'd grown a tail.

"You’re that Transformer that the police are hunting for."
"Yes," was all he said as he stroked her side and returned her to her trance.

The police found her in the giraffe enclosure about two hours later. She remembered the man and how he'd held her in thrall. She remembered how, during intercourse, with each thrust she felt her body twisting and yet crying for more. She remembered how she'd grown an extra set of legs in stages. Her back legs getting longer and thinner. She remembered her feet twisting and cracking as the bones changed shape. She'd wondered, at the time, why it didn't hurt. She also remembered being shocked when her hooves grew in but not shocked enough to stop. She also remembered how her body had stretched out until he was no longer able to touch any more than her new giraffe belly. She remembered, too, the somewhat painful tugging on her ears and forehead that had given her the ears and horns of a giraffe. She remembered, too, him withdrawing in the end after his orgasm with a grin on his face. He'd snapped a chain around her neck and made his way back across the barrier and dashed off towards the opening in the fence she'd been compelled through.

The chain had read SIMPLY ”Camelopardalis".

The investigating officer looked at the chain and shook his head. "Another constellation," was all he noted.