Tetsumi21

The Glen

Added 2024-09-17 10:02:08 +0000 UTC

“The man heard his wife’s cries and went running, his heart racing as he got closer, concerned she was being attacked or had been injured. His mind raced, wondering what could have happened. ‘They were only scouting!’ he thought, thinking perhaps she had wandered upon an unfriendly early bow hunter or maybe a bear still searching for food as the winter approached. He pushed through a thicket, the thorns tearing at his clothing, and burst into a small glen, greeted by a sight that at first his brain could not make sense.

His wife stood before him, but her form did not register in the man’s brain. She was contorted, as if in pain, but it was quite clear to the man that although she was concerned; she was not in pain. ‘H-h-help…’ she mumbled between breath, her hand gripping the waistband of her jeans and trying in vain to pull them over her broad hips. She had not always had hips like that…

‘They…’ she said, looking at the group of deer surrounding them both, ‘they’re doing this somehow…I-I found them and then-‘ she was interrupted by a wave of intense pleasure that raced through her tense body. ‘I think they won’t let us leave…’ she said, before her body was wracked with another wave of pleasure and corresponding moan.

A pair of antlers extended from her head and with her torn jeans pulled down the man could see a small deer tail extending from her tailbone. Soft, luxurious fur was spreading over her body, covering her ass and moving downward to her feet. As the man watched, stunned into immobility, her feet twisted, elongating and growing hard, until they became delicate deer hooves. ‘Help!’ She cried, looking once more at her stunned husband. ‘I…I can’t take it anymore…’ she whimpered, falling to her knees now and moving toward him. ‘It’s too intense…’ she huffed, moaning once, pausing, and then shuddering as another long moan rose in her throat and escaped her lips against her will. ‘It’s too intense and I need…’ she drifted off, closing in on her husband. ‘I need…I need youuuu!’ she moaned again, drawing out the last syllable into a sexual whine that cut through the man like an electric scythe. He stared, enraptured, at the sight before him.

Her deer features were only a part of what had rooted the man to his spot, unable to move. It was her breasts. Her hips, her ass…her stomach…the woman before him looked like a wet dream version of his wife. She was svelte, her hard body quivering with the intensity of the transformation and sexual energy. Her hips strained the waistband of her jeans, causing them to slide irreversibly down, exposing her dripping pussy, framed so beautifully by her fur-lined stomach and lithe legs. Her graceful body lifted to show her incredible bust, her swollen tits bursting from the torn fabric of her shirt, hanging ripe and heavy from her chest. As she reached for him, the movement translated into her massive breasts and the man could not help but watch their mesmerizing movement, soft skin sliding against one another as she frantically grabbed at his clothing. As he watched, her breasts continued to grow, nipples hardening into tight bundles of sensitive nerves, perfectly capping the enormous mounds of warm flesh below. She shuddered and moaned again, her body quivering with need and anticipation. The man could not resist the vision before him, could not deny this woman in her need, and relented.

Behind the happy couple, even as the man was swallowed by his own transformation, the family of deer returned to the small patch of flattened grass in which they had been bedded before the woman’s interruption. It was safe here, tucked away from predators of all kinds in their beautiful glen, and they intended to keep it that way…”