Caption: Once Bitten

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James stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, hunched with his brow furrowed and his hands gripping the edges of the porcelain sink.

His eyes swiveled up to the single light in the center of the ceiling.  The left side of his lips twitched, showing his teeth briefly.  His top and bottom canines drew out to sharp points past the surrounding teeth.  Enamel gathered in his premolars, filling their concave gaps before pushing outward, flowing into curved fangs.

A buzzing filled his ears.  Electronic.  Low with a hidden bass humming just beyond the edge of his hearing.  His eyes tightened to thin lines and his exhaled breaths were ragged, rough, on the edge of growling.

Beneath his unruly hair, the curled flesh of his ears unfolded, pulled to flat, thin stretches of skin that slowly stretched outward.  The rounded outside edges twitched as they ballooned outward, pushing through his ear before beginning to move, traveling along the side of his head with a glacial pace, millimeters at a time.  The faint sound of crunching gravel mixed with the buzzing from the light overhead while an ache spread from the corner of his jaw.

He moaned while dragging his nails over the sink.  They were thick now, and bent - gray and speckled with black.  He pressed them hard into the porcelain, enjoying the pressure and the way it helped ease the throbbing he felt from the tips of his fingers where they bulged.  Thin dusky padding formed calluses along his fingers and palms.  His hands froze and he squeezed, gripping the sink hard enough that the pipes creaked and groaned.

Muscles bulged on James' forearms, rising in hard waves.  His nails slid against the sink when they continued to grow into claws.

His skin itched.  Suddenly.  In a wave that washed over him from his shoulders down to his legs. His entire body felt tight.  It was wrong and alien and he had to fight the urge to tear his own skin off.

He coughed.

Growled.

Cackled with a stuttering animalistic voice.

Shaking his head slowly.  His shoulder blades bulged, popping while his back muscles tore and reformed, stronger and stronger with every passing second until his compression vest groaned beyond his hearing.  Short silky sable fur crept over the edges of his ears, fading to gray as they emerged lower.  His broad, rounded ears twitched, shoving against his hair until his shaking head settled them once more, hiding them away.

Seams popped on his vest, each miniature explosion granting release from the pain of his expanding chest.  He growled and licked his lips before whining softly.

The crunching sound from earlier returned, conducted by bone and heightened until it was all he could hear, surpassing even the buzzing.  Muscles built within his jaw, increasing his bite strength far beyond human means.  His jaw flared while his fangs grinded together and his head nodded, tipping forward until his neck popped.  He could feel the extra weight vanishing.  His neck widened, thicker and stronger to support his head while his jaw expanded, shoving his face forward slightly.

Hairs grew over his nape in a narrow strip beneath his long hair, piercing the skin over his vertebrae as they traced a line down beneath his shirt and further between his shoulder blades.

It was wrong.

All wrong.

He stared at himself.

Reached up a clawed finger to brush fur on the back of his jaw and more up between his eyes.  Powerful muscles flexed during the simple motion and the few remaining threads holding his vest together tore beneath his shirt.

Wrong.

It was-

He moaned and looked down, shocked to see an obvious bulge at the front of his pants.  He blinked slowly at it.  Confused.

It throbbed.  Ached.  Deep down to his gut.  James laughed quietly, lips pulling back to show his fangs.  He gripped himself and moaned, shocked that his cock fit the width of his hand.  He pulled, slamming his palm against his mound and only now did he see the curly sand-colored fur peeking over the waistband of his pants... and the thicker line spreading up the center of his belly.

Cramps lanced through his stomach, blooming suddenly as if brought about by his attention.  He winced, cackled and then growled.  Red spots lined the sides of his stomach, spaced evenly from beneath his pants and up, just below the gauze barely covering his chest.  Beneath the wrapping, the scars from his surgery healed - white tissue growing thinner and thinner until seamless skin remained.

The cramps were short - quick little fleeting things that fluttered beneath his skin and it soon began to feel good.  More confusing.  The red bumps swelled as he watched and he growled, lifting his shirt to see the flesh twisting.  Wrinkled and thick.  Erect little nipples that made him shiver when he brushed against them with the thick padding covering his palm.

A small white X marked his padding where the fang had cut into his hand.

He smelled it before it happened.  There, in the gaps of the heady smell of his cock and the lips below was the sweet, thick smell of milk.  Droplets expressed from the invisible holes in his teats, pushed out from the formation of ducts beneath the skin.  He watched the translucent lines race down his body to soak into the fur creeping up his belly.  Small black patches of fur created faint spots as the fur spread.

Pain stabbed into his back, just above his ass, right as his pants tightened on his body.  He snarled and fumbled with his pants with his awkward, swollen fingers and claws.  The release provided when he finally unzipped himself was nearly sexual.

The head of his cock pressed against the elastic band of his boxer briefs.  He stared down, panting, and drool hung from the tip of his tongue before falling to the tile floor.  It was at least twice as long as before and thicker than his swollen thumb.  Even as he watched, the tip grew past his underwear.

Smelling himself.  Feeling the surge of arousal race up his spine.  Cackling quietly.

He bent.  And bent further.  His pants slipped down over his hips to show a short, furred tail that hung over the back of his jeans, rubbing the rough material when it moved.  He lowered himself, flexing forward until his mouth, pushed forward into the hint of a muzzle, touched his cock.  His thumbs, hooked into his underwear, pushed them down to expose this shaft.

James' tongue lapped out, long and broad and rougher than before, dragging over his exposed cock.

The sensation was too much.  He slammed his hands down while throwing his head back with his eyes wide.  Hairs lifted over his body and the line of fur on his neck began to grow thicker as goosebumps rose on his back and arms.

Aubrey enjoyed giving him blowjobs, holding his cock in her fingers while licking and sucking and bouncing her head while occasionally dipping down to slip her tongue between his vaginal folds, but this was far beyond that. His nerves were exposed.  Hormones flooded his body.  He cackled with his head raised to his ceiling while his hand gripped his dick.

And then he bent forward once more.  Bones pulled at his face, widening his jaws and nose.  His flexing nostrils grew pale and cracked as he pressed his lips to his cock and he leaned forward, taking himself into his mouth for the first time in his life.  He licked carefully while spit dribbled down the shaft and into the thick fur surrounding the base of his shaft.

His eyes focused far in the distance as his humanity began to flee, James rocked his head while breathing through his nose.  He could feel the wetness from beneath his cock, soaking into his fur and down to his asshole as he grunted and continued to suck himself.  His smooth, deadly canines glided against the shaft, stroking his length with all four fangs.  Bones popped in his neck, shoving his head forward and he continued, back and forth, back and forth.  Closer and closer to orgasm.  Needing to feel himself cum with his cock in his muzzle.  His legs tingled.  Nerves strummed.  Closer and-

The orgasm surprised him.  His lips came away from his cock with a wet 'pop!' and his legs twitched while he clawed at the tile beneath him.  Cum dripped into a puddle beneath him, clinging to the ends of his fur before falling from his swollen sex.  More of it seeped from the lips as they pressed together.  They sealed themselves from top to bottom.  When complete, a strange sensation surged through his cock and a single drop of his clear liquid welled from the slit at the tip.

James huffed and licked himself.

"Aubrey," he growled, his voice rough as it issued from the depths of his broad, powerful chest.

His claws twitched and his teeth grinded together until he cackled.  Energy pulsed through him.  A need.  A desire.  He could see her.  Flashes of images.  Her smile.  Her staring at him thoughtfully.  Her sadness.  Her blushed cheeks as she stripped and kneeled and-

James snarled, jumping to his feet.  His shoes expanded around his toes, straining when the bones within were forced apart. He bent, hooking a claw under the laces of one.  His biceps, covered in fur and lined with veins, bulged, round and dense as he tore through the lacing of one shoe and then the other.  His tail swished behind him as he kicked both feet to free them.

When he stood again, the padding growing beneath his paws compressed from his weight.  The growth of his toe claws were preceded by nearly silent tic sounds when the folding claws curved over his toes to touch the tile.

His cock stood free of his underwear, two inches clearly visible beyond the band and still growing.  He growled and stroked himself, trying to remember what he was doing.  Aubrey filled his mind.  Her beauty and kindness and the shape of her naked body.  The sounds of her cries when they made love.  Her whispered voice when she comforted him.  But, more and more, her face, full of lust.  Her slender back, hips and the swell of her ass.  Bent over.  On the floor.  Ready to be mounted.  Ready.

"The-" James panted, clawing at his shirt.  "The- the- hairrrrrcut.  The haircut."

He pulled at his pants without remembering to zip them back up.  His shirt covered his cock but did nothing to hide the shape of it where it jutted out.  Every brush of fabric sent little waves of pleasure throughout his body.

With the shirt pulled away from his belly, his teats were hidden but the shirt itself outlined every newly defined muscle on his chest and torso.  Tiny tears opened and widened as he made his way to the bathroom door. Scattered clumps of fur slipped through the opening and he cackled as he gripped the door handle, breaking the assembly within.  Chunks of wood broke from the frame, torn by the hinges when he pulled too hard.

The air in the salon was filled by the scent of barely restrained sex.

James paused for a moment, hunched over with a thick mane of fur poking through his shoulder-length hair.

Jasmine faced away from him, clutching the back of her chair with her left hand.  Her right was inside her pants.  She was shaking while her fingers worked at her clit and her knees wobbled, touching together.  James' sharp hearing caught the repeated schlick schlick schlick sound when the woman slipped her fingers into her pussy and the moan that followed wavered.

All was visible in the mirror covering the wall in front of the chair.

Two chairs away, another stylist, Danique, fidgeted where she sat.  James turned to see porn open on her phone - one man kneeling before another with a blindfold covering his eyes and his hands tied behind his back.  She touched herself over her slacks with a quiet gasp.

"Oh!  Oh!  I-  I-" Jasmine stuttered, pulling her hand free.  "I- I'm ready for- mmph."

The woman shoved her fingers into her mouth.  Her eyes rolled back as she sucked on them while staring at James' half-hidden cock.  When he moved, the shirt lifted to show the pink shaft and the stylist moaned in return, falling back against her chair while sliding her fingers back and forth in her mouth.

"Hrrr- Hairrrrrrrcut," James said.  His lips stretched, pushed outward as his muzzle continued to grow.  The flesh around his mouth darkened, matching his nose as he took a seat in the chair.  Tan fur spread over his cheeks.

Danique's phone fell from her fingers.  She shoved at her slacks and panties, pushing them down around her ankles while reaching for her brush.  The woman lifted her legs, resting them on the arms of her chairs.  She rubbed the rubber handle of her hairbrush against her glistening pussy.  With a single push, it slipped inside and she screamed out.  The whole time she stared at her reflection, muttering about what a slut she was - what a dirty whore she was and worse as she plunged the handle into her pussy.  She squirted after only a few strokes, spraying the mirror and only pausing to catch her breath before shoving the handle even more roughly into her pussy.

Jasmine moaned and leaned, rubbing her face against James' mane.  She licked the fur and then ran her fingers through it, clenching and pulling until James snarled at her.

With trembling hands and dilated pupils, she grabbed her scissors and began to cut, driven purely by muscle memory and nothing else.

"Wanna- wanna fuck- want you to fuck me with your cock," the woman mumbled.  The scissors cut through fur and hair, occasionally pulling the hair when she lost strength in her fingers.  "You.  You could.  Cum in me.  James in me.  In me.  I'll straddle you.  I see it.  I see how hard you are oh god and how big you are and I just-"

The scissors fell, clattering to the ground.  Arms wrapped around James' chest, sliding down to pull his shirt up and reveal his throbbing, massive cock.

"God I just want to suck you off in my mouth drooling on you gagging on you turn me over and pound into me filling my pussy breeding me cum in your dirty little girl deep in me use me god whatever you want I'll-"

Jasmine's fingers nearly reached James' cock.  He snarled.  Jumped from the chair, twisting until his back was to the mirror.  The rapid motion tore his tight pants, leaving large gaps around his knees while the waist hung beneath his ass.

The stylist whined and tried to follow, but her knees gave out, dumping her to the ground.  She'd pulled her pants down over her ass while rambling and now she stared up at James with her arm beneath her, pounding three fingers into her pussy.  Her juice flung to the floor beneath her, forming a puddle as she grunted and moaned, speech lost to the pheromone-fueled lust driving her mad.

James cackled, laughing with a stuttering, halting snapping call.  He tore at his shirt and his vest fell away.  The gauze snapped in his hand to leave his upper body bare.  Sand-colored fur covered his torso but not enough to hide his erect teats.  He stared down at himself, stroking his thick cock while his bushy tail swished between his spread legs.  Drool dripped down from his tongue to his fur until he smeared it while dragging his wide hand through his pelt and over the teats.

Standing on his forefeet, he towered over the stylist on muscular legs.  A long string of cum, funneled up from his pussy through the slit at the tip of his cock, dangled and swung before him.

"Auubbrrrrrrrr," James groaned.

He needed her.  Needed release.  Her scent dominated his thoughts and his ears were full of memories of her gasps and moans.

James lowered himself.  Huffing.  Lifting his muzzle.  He padded through the salon on all fours with the screams of orgasms following him.  The door refused to move when he pushed against it until he rocked back and slammed into it, shattering the glass in the front windows and breaking the door from its hinges.  It flew into the street before embedding itself into a parked, empty car.  A woman shrieked but he ignored her and ran, tail streaming behind him.

Memories guided him towards Aubrey until he recognized her faint scent in the evening air.  He growled, ignoring the curses and gasps of those around him as he stood on two legs and squeezed his cock, tasting her scent with sharp, rapid inhaled breaths.

Aubrey's apartment building lay before him.  He entered, shoving the door open.  Up, he barely remembered - she was up, and he followed his memories, walking towards her apartment while stroking himself.  Filling the apartment with his musk until it began to seep through the cracks in the doors and walls, causing confusion that slowly, slowly intensified into something else.

He could hear her singing.  He could smell her as if she stood before him.  It took control not to leap at her door and crash through.

Good, be good, be careful, a voice said and he paused, scratching at her door while growling.

"Hold on, I'll be right there!" her sweet voice called out.

She opened without checking the peephole and James enveloped her in an oddly gentle hug while shoving his tongue into her mouth in a rough approximation of a kiss.  His claws massaged her back, tearing her sweater as they slid down to her ass, all while pulling her against him to grind his cock into her crotch.  There was a brief taste of blood when James bit Aubrey's tongue and the girl nearly gagged on the spit and tongue filling her mouth.

"Who- who are- nnnnnghoooh god!" Aubrey cried out as the full force of his scent hit her.  She shoved and James released her.

The girl caught herself but stumbled, falling to her ass before James could catch her.  Her body shook and her massive, braless breasts quaked beneath her sweater.

'Fuuuuuu-!  C- C- C- CaaahhAHAHAHAHAH!" Aubrey tried to say before breaking into a cackling fit of laughter.  Her hips lifted, writhing as a wet spot formed in the crotch of her shorts.

James knelt and crawled to her, stopping only to sniff her pussy with a low, needy growl.  His tongue lashed out, flattening against her crotch and Aubrey laughed again while reaching to grip James' spiky hair and fur.  Claws touched James' scalp, scraping against his skin.

Individual hairs grew in a "happy trail" low on Aubrey's exposed belly.  They marched up to her belly button before surrounding it and continuing onward.  The girl grinded up and into James' muzzle until she bucked from a quick orgasm that soaked her shorts completely.

James snarled and tore, ripping his girlfriend's panties and shorts away to reveal thick fur spreading over the girl's pussy and inner thighs.

Aubrey's engorged clit pushed against the hood when it began to grow, emerging past the thick fur surrounding it.  The girl tore at her own sweater, ripping it away to reveal skin covered in sweat and a streak of thin fur growing between her breasts.  Six red marks expanded on her belly and the skin dimpled outward, pushed out into tiny breasts to match the immensity of her breasts.  Aubrey screamed as she came again.  Drool flung out from her open mouth as her canines lengthened and curved outward into fangs.

James pulled back and his tongue licked around his muzzle to clean his girlfriend's cum from his face.  He gripped her hips and turned her.  And stared as she raised herself up, arching her back with her ass curved towards his face.  A bulge above her ass cheeks stretched the surrounding skin into a short tail and fur grew over the girl's spine.

He mounted her properly, as a beast, crawling over her body with his cock prodding and thrusting into her pussy.  James moaned when his dick slipped between his girlfriend's lips to brush against her cervix, deeper than ever before.  He felt her clench tightly against him and he lost himself to it, pulling back only to thrust inside once more.  His tongue dragged against the fur spreading over the back of her neck as he began to pound into her.

Aubrey's muscles flexed.  Hardened and clearly outlined on her body.  She braced herself and pushed back, her voice a bizarre mixture of moans and the cackling, chattering laugh that kept bubbling up from her chest.  Her breasts swung and slapped together while her teats rocked on her body.  James was almost painfully big inside of her but she'd never felt anything like it and she couldn't stop herself from shoving into his thrusts, despite the monstrous orgasm building within.

People spilled into the hallway outside their apartments, groaning and moaning and rubbing and kissing and straddling and sucking and fucking until the building was an endless orgy.

All James knew was his mate before him. The grip of her pussy and the feel of her fur tangling with his as it spread.  The wet slapping of her sex and the splash of her cum while her padded, furred ass smacked into his hips - he savored all of it.

When Aubrey's breathing grew ragged and uneven, James pushed harder, eager to cum with her.  Faster and faster and-

Aubrey broke first, her jaw cracking as her muzzle expanded.  A faint whistle escaped her lips while her eyes rolled back.  She fell limp, pulling James with her as he snarled and snapped at the air.  His own orgasm followed and he hugged his girlfriend tight, pressing his chest against her back while holding himself deep inside of her.  Aubrey woke with a gasp, clawing at the floor from the intensity of her orgasm.  Her pussy pulsed around James' cock, gripping him tightly.

He licked her lengthening ears before pulling out to walk to her side and kneel.  Aubrey turned to him and moaned as she lapped at his cock while stroking her own and, soon, she had him completely in her muzzle, building him towards another orgasm as she worked herself up along with him.  His paw touched her cheek gently, rubbing skin and the fur spreading from her jaw.

James cackled as he came, clenching the muscles within while holding Aubrey's head tightly in place.  He eyed his girlfriend's cock, drooling at the thought of it in his mouth and he rolled her to her side before bending down to her, licking with long strokes of her tongue

They lost themselves to the pleasure afforded by their new bodies, exploring every inch until they lay together, exhausted in each other's arms.  Safe and warm and loved.