Illustration - Office Bitch

Anne pushed herself back into Michael's chest, wriggling until she'd pressed every inch of her body against him.

Exhaustion settled into her entire being after nearly two hours of sex.  She ached from it, between her legs, but also in every joint throughout her body.  Fur littered the blankets, scratching her bare skin.  She basked in the pure waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing, too comfortable to care about the minor irritation of her cast off fur.

Michael's hand caressed her stomach slowly.  His nails scratched lightly over her ribs and down to her belly button with a slow, lazy, loving touch.  He flattened his hand to press his fingertips against her skin and her lips trembled when he brushed against two of her teats.  The black, wrinkled nipples lay flat against her, but with every pass, they threatened to grow erect.

In her past life, she would've complained and told him to stop so she could get her sleep.  Now- now she was thrilled at his touch.  At his naked desire and his loving caresses.

She'd worn her collar after presenting it to him.  Called him 'Master' while meaning it with every fiber of her changed being.  The freedom of giving control over to him combined with giving into the new intense desires was intoxicating.  She was stronger inside.  The bitch.  The new part of her that quivered at the thought of being called a 'good girl' and whimpered at the idea of having a leash attached to the loop of her leash.  At her head pulled back while being pounded on all fours.  Giving herself completely to him.

Tingling sensations pulsed from her torso as her two teats responded to Michael's touch, tightening slowly to hungry firmness.  She bit at her lips while her eyelids fluttered.

Her body was alive in a way she'd never felt before.  Everything was more intense now, as if her nerves were constantly raw, but it was far, far worse when Michael was involved.  He did something to her that drove her crazy and she didn't think she could ever get enough.

His hands slowed and she whined piteously.  It was tempting to roll him to his back and bounce on his cock, but he was tired and she wanted him to rest almost as much as she wanted his dick inside of her.  His happiness made her happy.  His attention excited her.  His touch melted her.  It worried her on a small, vague level, but she was too far gone to even care right now.  She was his good girl, his bitch, and she pushed against the return of her old personality in order to enjoy herself more in the moment.  There would be time to worry over sales and employees and numbers and connections.  Just not now.

The collar rolled against her bare neck when she leaned back Michael's chin.  His breathing was slow and steady.  As carefully as she could, she guided his hand up her body until it was resting against a teat.

She wanted to feel it.  The reminder of who she was.  Changed.

When she'd gone out to buy the collar, she'd been terrified of someone noticing the bulge of her spade-like pussy lips or the bumps of her teats.  They were visible if anyone looked closely enough but only in brief moments.  After time, she'd started to get turned on at the idea of it happening.  She'd considered it carefully and found that it was about showing off.

Showing off that she was Michael's good girl.  A new part of her wanted people to see that - to know that she was his bitch - his bitch in heat, ready to grow fur and a tail simply at the thought of him mounting her.  She'd found herself pulling her blouse tight against her body occasionally, not just to feel the touch of the fabric against her teats but to show them off more.

She'd masturbated when she'd returned to her office, locking herself inside while biting down on the rolled up sleeve of the coat she kept in a small closet - all in an effort to muffle the whines and whimpers and moans.  Half naked with her blouse off and her bra discarded on the floor, growling when her arms brushed against the fur growing over her body.  Eventually going down to the floor on hands and knees with her ass raised.  Clutching the new collar the whole time.  Staring at it while her head pounded.  Imaging herself wearing it in public with Michael by her side.  Squirting from a powerful orgasm when she pictured him growling in her ears to go to her knees because he wanted to fuck her - in the back of a bookstore.  In public for all to see.

"Good girl," she whispered.

A ghostly finger traced down her back.  She moaned and flexed, rubbing her ass against Michael's cock where it rested between her cheeks.  Her pussy clenched when she thought of it again and cum leaked forth, his mixed with hers to run over her smooth, dark thigh.  She inhaled and drool filled her mouth.

The heat was building once again.  She bit her pillow, shaking it slightly while telling herself she needed to calm down.  He needed his sleep.

Dentine pushed against enamel in her canines, cracking them as it shoved, forcing the four teeth to grow into long, curved points.  Enamel flowed like liquid, sealing cracks and helping to reshape her teeth until they finished lengthening.

Anne's tongue touched the four little fangs, bumping over them while her ass slid against Michael's cock.

Melanin levels shifted in her irises as she squeezed her eyes shut. She gripped her blanket and growled in an effort to force herself to keep still.  Sweat beaded over her back, soaking into Michael's chest hair.  When she opened her eyes again, specks of gold began to expand, consuming the brown until her brilliant eyes shined in the faint gray light.

More cum leaked from her pussy.  She could feel the strange folded lips throbbing in time to her quickening heartbeat while phantom claws dug deep into her guts.  The emptiness threatened to consume her.

No, she told herself.  Good girl.  You're.  You're good girl.

The words were becoming difficult and she whined while tearing into her pillow. She knew what that meant and she knew she needed to calm down.  Anne rubbed her head against her pillow.  Static filled her ears.  A low, steady rushing noise overlaid with a faint high-pitched whine.  Her already sharpened hearing began to increase.

The rolled edges of her edges unwound, pulling flat as a few black hairs emerged from the skin.  Her left ear slid against her pillow when flesh gathered around the base before flowing up, pulling her ears to broad, lightly furred triangles.  Her earlobes receded, cannibalized by the process that left her with permanently sharp tips.  At their apex, the excess skin bent inward along the edges of her ears and they flicked at the touch of her black hair against the sparse fur covering them.

Her hips spasmed and her rounded ass quivered in response.  She moaned, releasing the pillow in order to lick her lips with a wide tongue that touched her nostrils.  Her tailbone floated in her waist until it was shoved upward by a caudal vertebra forming beneath it.  A third vertebra began to take shape when fragments of cortical bone appeared over spongy cancellous bone.

Nerves reached out like tendrils to connect to the expanding tail while fatty tissue and muscle swathed the vertebrae.

The smooth, unbroken skin between the twin dimples on her lower back rose, molding themselves to her tail when it expanded past her hips.  It wiggled back and forth, brushing against Michael's pubic hair in its excitement that mirrored Anne's increasing arousal.  She swallowed and gasped and shuddered.

Ebony hairs pierced the skin over her spine.  She shivered and bucked, arching her back and then growling while trying to hold herself still.  When she cuddled into Michael once more, the lengthening hairs coiled with his chest hairs.  The black hairs grew dense as they spread up to her nape and down around the base of her short tail in a long tuft that begged to be scratched.

Her pussy almost burned her inner thighs and her mind crumbled.  Anne moved as slowly as she could allow herself.  She wanted nothing more than to suck Michael's cock until he was hard and then roll over with her knees up while begging him to fuck her.  Her brain buzzed with the need to be mounted.

Instead, she slid from the bed, stumbling on legs still weak from the immense amount of orgasms she'd had previously until she could hold herself up and walk.  Her thick, folded pussy dragged against her thighs with every step and cum dribbled in copious blobs down her legs.

Think good, she told herself.  Anne growled and shook her head, desperately trying to clear her thoughts as she made her way into the bathroom.

A minute later she stood before the sink, head bowed, tongue out, staring at the faucet, panting while trying to calm herself.

When she looked up, she let out a bark of surprise.  Her burnished copper eyes were wide and her sharp canines on full display in a mouth opened in shock.  The golden buckle on her red collar was perfectly centered on her throat.

"No!' she gasped, stepping backwards as she stared.  She growled, flashing her fangs while working at the buckle.

The collar had to be exacerbating the changes.  She undid it and almost tossed it aside before whining and clenching it in her fist. It was her Master's collar.  It was hers.  She had to treat it well.

Anne sat on the tile against the wall, yelping and adjusting herself when her tail flexed painfully.  She breathed in a rhythm until she found herself calming.  With every passing minute, her thoughts became more lucid and she began to repeat the names of everyone she employed until she had them all right.

With a final, vague prayer, she stood, staring at her feet with the collar in her hand.

"Oh, god," she moaned when she looked up again.

The changes had remained.  She leaned in, raising her hand to pull back her lips to stare at her canines.

"Hell," she cursed when pulling her hand away.

She closed her mouth and her curved, short fangs scraped together.  Up close she could see her lips bulging over the teeth and she shook her head before reaching up to her ears.  They were thick, fleshy and soft and her lips trembled when she massaged one briefly.  Anne toyed with her hair but the tips of her ears couldn't be completely covered.

Shit, she cursed again. Maybe I should go curly?  Maybe that-

Another bark surprised her and she blushed and then growled at herself.  Her tail dragged back and forth against her ass.  She grabbed for it, but it avoided her for several seconds and she left it to touch the fine hairs covering the tops of her ass cheeks and then up to the far longer hairs in the center of her back.  Her tail curved down, mirroring her shame, and she grabbed it, finally.  It was short but completely covered in soft fur and she couldn't resist caressing it until she whimpered and licked her lips.

Anne refocused on her body.  There were a few black hairs between her breasts and more below her belly button, but her stomach was otherwise unchanged.

Aside from the teats, she thought wryly.

Teats Michael had sucked on and pinched.  Each one in turn as if savoring her new body.  Her breathing came quickly and she began to pant while her eyes grew unfocused.

She wanted him.  It was sudden and painful and the thought of rolling to her back while he kissed her and then kissed her breasts and then down to each teat until he sucked her distended pussy lips into his mouth left her legs trembling.

The collar - her collar - rattled against the porcelain.  She stared down at it and whimpered loudly.  Warmth filled her.  The heat burned her.  Compelled her.

She raised the collar and stared at her reflection, watching it happen.  Drool hung from the tip as she panted but the thick, clear liquid attached to her chin to race down her throat.  The padded leather caressed her neck and the fur covering her nape.  She moaned when she slipped the end through the buckle - the buckle that now matched her eyes - and she moaned even louder when she clasped it in place.

"Bad girl," she told her reflection.

She would wake him.  Crawling into bed on all fours to drag her tongue over his cock.  Cleaning him until he was hard and awake and ready.  Licking his face and telling him to lie back and let her do all the work as she lowered her dripping pussy over his cock.  Bending to let him suck on her nipples or the teat beneath her breast.  Her short tail curled above her, pulling at her ass and pussy.

A whine escaped her parted lips and she swallowed, hard.  He could punish her later and she would welcome it.  A stern hand from her Master for waking him.

But, for now, the bitch wanted what it wanted and it was impossible to deny her.

She growled, turned and stepped into the bedroom.  Eager and ready to be mounted.