Infinite Monkey Theorem

Okay, so, Thanksgiving really messed with my writing schedule.  So, I asked the $5 and $10 tier groups (separately) for a story recommendation.  There weren't many suggestions, but there were some clear winners based on number of emojis with the selections.  I picked two and wrote them.  However, I also had a little extra time so I picked two more and wrote really short ones.

This is one of those short ones!  The first larger one will be posted tomorrow.  In the meantime, this prompt was a humorous one with no basis whatsoever in reality:  

"Infinite monkey theorem":  Stressed out author turns into monkey who writes smut forever

So, that's what you're getting on this one!  I hope you like it :)

"God!" I curse, pushing back from my desk.

A cursor blinks mid-paragraph on my screen.  Something changes on one of the tabs on my browser and I glance over to see a notification on my Discord server.

"Noooo," I groan, rubbing my eyes with the butt of my palms.

I'm late with the latest story.  Well, I say late, but I just put the last one out a week ago and that's already two this month and it's only the middle of the month and I swear I'm going to go crazy because I just want to ignore the whole world, curl up into a ball and just pretend I don't exist and that there's no imagined deadlines hanging over my head with screaming patrons banging on my windows.

My hand reaches up to scratch beneath my boob.  And then harder while I groan with my eyes closed and a happy smile on my face.  My slightly ragged, definitely not stress bitten fingernails rasp against silky brown fur piercing the skin.

Why the hell am I even wearing a bra right now? I ask myself while shifting uncomfortably.  I'm home.  I'm not going anywhere for the rest of the night.  Dammit.

Reaching awkwardly behind myself, I slip my hands beneath my shirt.  Bones creak and crack and lengthen, stretching the surrounding skin while the creamy white coloring begins to darken.  Cracks appear in the flesh and brown hairs grow from the backs of my now-black knuckles as I unclasp my bra with suddenly dextrous, long fingers.

"Oooooooh- oook-" I groan at the release, scratching the fur spreading over my back with one hand while using the other to slip the bra off one shoulder and then, pausing mid-scratch, the other.  "Ook."

The bridge of my nose crackles as it begins to flatten and the tip pulls back while my nostrils tighten into forward-facing slits.  I rub my elongated palm against it with a happy sigh before scratching at the fur beginning to spread over my cheeks.

My eyes focus on my keyboard.  I should be writing.  Dammit!  Distracting myself again.

Instead, I lift my leg and bend my knee to scratch my foot.  And then the other one.  Staring past them at the screen as I drag my fingernails over the skin.  Hairs grow from the back of my toes.  Cramps temporarily seize my foot when bones crack, break and regrow, longer than before.  Stretching my feet.  Forcing my four toes forward while my big toes stay in place.

"Oooh... ook... ooook..." I moan, spreading my legs while staring down between my thighs.  Inhaling.

God.  I can smell how wet I suddenly am and a devilish, strange thought fills my mind.

My toes pop as they continue to lengthen.  As with my hands, the skin grows dark and leathery.

"I shouldn't," I groan, reaching up to scratch my neck and the tuft of fur peeking above the collar of my t-shirt.

The thought is incredibly erotic, though.

I lean forward and type in the main chat: Going to stream while writing.  Come watch.

That comes out as 'Cum watch' at first until I delete it and write 'Cum watch' a second time and then delete it to correct it to 'Come watch.'

"Eeehehehe eeek!" I laugh, clapping my long hands.

My teeth hurt but I ignore it while shifting in my chair.  My ass is kinda numb, but it's hard to tell past the throbbing, burning, hungry ache between my thighs.  How long has it been since I looked for a lover?  Even a one night stand?  I've just been so busy between work and writing that I haven't made time.

"Ooook," I say, smiling and my lips peel back to show slightly elongated fangs.

Lotteries are forbidden on the writing site, but I wonder if I can set an incredibly high tier with a limit of one person with a reward of, namely: fucking me.

Ugh.  Writing all this smut is starting to get to me.

But.  What if?  I mean.  It's been a while.  The thought of fingers or tongue or cock or tits or whatever filling my mouth or pussy or ass is really, really, really hot right now.

Sweat beads on my body, soaking into the fur spreading over me.  Clinging to me.  Spreading my changing scent.

It takes a bit of focus to start the stream and then I lean back, smiling at the camera.  Pulling my shirt taut to show off my tits.  It's the first time I've shown anyone my face and it's straight to tits.  I don't care.  I'm really fucking into it right now.  I just wish, mmmm.

I want to masturbate.  My hand slides down, long fingers stroking my pussy and up to my clit, back and forth while my eyelids flutter.  Back and forth.

And I want to show them.  While.  God.  So.  Horny.  While I write.

I lift my hips, raising my ass and it provides relief for the tail starting to form low on my back. Giving the camera a direct view as I sliiiiiiiiiiiiiide my shorts and panties over skin and sporadic black fur.  My toes curl against the edge of my desk to hold me tightly in place and that gives me an idea.

The chat is going wild, but I ignore it.  I don't want it to distract me.

Leaning back in my chair, I slide my toes forward to the keyboard and focus.  It's strange for a bit, but I'm able to switch back to my writing tab and slowly, slowly pick up where I left off:  the main character was just bitten by a rabid chihuahua beneath a full moon.

Mmmm.   The thought of her changing.  Eyes bulging out of her head as it swells and her teeth going all snaggly and weird... twitching and spazzing out and trembling at every little noise while fur grows over her body... mmmm...

I moan and my gray lips pull back to show long, curving yellowed fangs.  My toes slowly begin to type while I pull at my shirt and toss it aside, showing off my tits for the stream.  Sable streaks fill the wrinkles in my nipples.  I squeeze and pinch them while the dark lines spread until the nipples are dusky and black and it continues to my puffy brown areola as fur spreads from the middle of my chest and up to the curves of my tits.

And then one hand down to my pussy, lifting my hips continuously while spreading my pussy lips apart, holding them open to show the glistening pink within before sliding my long, rough fingers inside.

God!

My toes tap out how the woman is going into heat and a man approaches but she snaps and snarls and barks at him in a raspy, high pitched annoying voice until he gets too close and her chihuahua fueled rage causes her to bite him.  Infecting him.  Changing him.

God, I wish I was like my characters.  Turning into something different.  Something other.  My tail curls between my thighs and I screech, grabbing it and sawing it between my swollen pussy lips.  Grinding it inside as my delicate pink lips take on a dull gray shade.

Now he's changing, too as I slowly type with my toes.  Grabbing at his cock as it turns red.  Shivering and snapping with his own bulging, crazed eyes while she offers herself to him.

And then I can't help it.  I turn in my chair and grab the back with one hand while lifting my ass and sliding my other hand through the thick but soft fur covering my belly.  Reaching up to grasp my tail and it thrashes in my grip until I force it down, rubbing the tip back and forth between my pussy lips, gasping and moaning.

"Ooooook!  OOK!  EEEEK!" I screech as I shove the tip inside, fucking myself for the stream to see while dreaming of changing.  Squeezing my fur covered breast with my other hand as I imagine claws and fangs growing and a male mounting me.  Pounding his knot deep into my pussy as it folds into a black, spade-like fortune cookie.  Spreading the change to others by biting or scratching or fucking.

I screech loudly as I cum, shuddering and clawing and biting a chunk out of my chair with my massive fangs.  And then I leap, catching my ceiling fan with my tail, wrapping it around tightly while lowering myself to the keyboard.

It takes time for me to focus in order to create a group chat with my ten favorite patrons.  Slightly less time to give them my address.

None of them are probably close to me, but it doesn't matter.  I do live in a major city so there's always a chance.  I feel like I never want to stop masturbating.  Or being fucked.  Being used.  Cum splashing against my tits and fur while I shove my tongue into a waiting pussy.

I spin slowly above my desk while thrusting fingers into my dripping sex.  I don't know how much time passes before I hear my doorbell ring, but I drop immediately to all fours and screech in excitement, bouncing in place before leaping and grabbing furniture on my way to the door.

She tells me her nickname when I answer the door.  In one ear, out the other.  I grab her and pull her down, kissing and licking her face.  And then kissing her lips.  Her tongue swirls in my mouth.  I taste blood briefly when my fangs cut her and I accidentally scratch deep enough to leave thin red lines on her chest when I tear her shirt to reveal small, soft breasts.  I suck her nipple into my mouth while grinding down against her and I moan when I feel a cock begin to harden.

"I'm- I'm tr-" she starts to say, anxious for some reason, but I kiss her, cutting her off while reaching long fingers down to unbutton her jeans and free her trapped cock, plunging myself down on her.

And then kissing her cheek.  And neck and the small patch of fur beginning to grow just between her breasts.

I'm pounding down on her after three orgasms with her cum leaking out of me when the doorbell rings again and a third person joins us.  An hour later, with the new person's still-growing tail wrapping around my waist, I begin to wonder if, afterwards, we could all sit and write together.  A fourth person comes in shortly after and the idea takes hold until I lose myself to yet another orgasm while others - I don't know who I'm fingering on one side and whose cock I'm stroking on the other while someone pounds into me - scream loudly.

The thought fades slowly as I lose myself to the pleasure of the orgy but it's a nice one - how low would my stress be if I had ten others just like me to help me write my smut?  A jam-

"OOK! OOOOOOK!  EEK! OOOOK!" I screech as my eyes roll back.  A pussy shoves against my mouth while cum dribbles over my fist.  The cock pulls away and another takes its place, ready for me to wrap my long, black fingers around the shaft.

Maybe.... Maybe I should... god.  GOD!  Maybe I should pick more people.... Or just.... Just give.... My address... OOOOOOK EEK EEK EEK! To... the whole chat....