Just Another Pussy

I could feel the transformation coming upon me and I groaned as I once again became myself. I groaned again, this time not from frustration but from pleasure. It had been such a long, long time since I’d had a cock in my pussy.

I moaned again as my head cleared. The transformation was nearly complete and that cock felt so good. As my body transformed, as it grew bigger and larger, so too did the owner of that cock inside me, and as the owner of the cock grew, so too did the cock in my cunt.

I groaned again. Even without the spell that had been cast upon me, I would have loved that cock. Even before the spell, I had loved big, fat cock, and that cock filled me up so completely. It was so fucking good.

I moaned again as my transformation became complete. I once again had full access to my mind and to my memories. That was the curse that the spell had been placed upon me. Most of the time, I was just a lowly animal, an animal almost perpetually in heat, but an animal with no memories of my true human self. Only when I took a cock inside my body did the transformation begin to take place. The more I got fucked, the more human I became. The transormation would come upon me quickly and then I would be myself once again taking a cock in my cunt.

Just as my animal self had no memories of my human self, so too did my human self have no memories of my animal self. When I was human, it was as if I went from fucking to fucking to fucking and as good as it was, and it was very good, I would never have a man’s cock inside me again. Every time I came to myself, it was an animal’s cock that I felt inside me. I could feel the animal’s fur against my hairless body and I could feel his dick inside me. It was humiliating, and yet, I couldn’t help myself. I needed that cock and I needed the sperm it contained.

I hadn’t always been this way, of course. There had been a time when I was just a girl. I was naive and I was shy and I was a virgin.

How I ever managed to do what I did still amazes me but there was this guy. He was kind of cool looking. He was stylish. I liked him, but of course, I was too shy to do anything about it.

I worked in a donut shop and he would come in from time to time, but the weird thing was that whenever he did, there was always this old woman with him, and she wasn’t like a sweet old grandmotherly kind of woman. She was mean and she was ugly. The two of them seemed as different as night and day.

But still, I didn’t do or say anything, other than serve them donuts and coffee, of course.

It wasn’t until like a couple of months later when I finally ran into him outside of the donut shop, and for once, the old woman wasn’t with him.

He recognized me almost at once which I thought was really cool. I mean, who was I? I was a nobody. I was just some girl who served him donuts in the morning.

“What’s your name,” he asked.

“It’s Jen,” I stammered.

“Well, Jen, it’s good to meet you,” and the wierd thing was I could tell he meant it. He wasn’t just saying it.

And even weirder was that I suddenly felt close to this man. I mean, I knew other men, well, boys actually, but I didn’t feel like they wanted to know me like this man did, and suddenly that made me feel even closer to him.

We talked some more and the more we talked, the bolder I got. Finally, I couldn’t contain myself. I had to ask the question. “I have to ask this,” I told him, “but who’s that woman you usually come in with?”

The man’s face clouded over and for once, he seemed to become withdrawn. “I don’t want to talk about her,” he said.

And that was just fine with me. I changed the subject, and he seemed to almost reengage with me. It was so cool. It was like we were on the same wavelength or something.

I don’t know how it happened but the more we talked, the closer we got and suddenly I started having feelings like I had never had before. Suddenly, I realized I wanted something from him. Suddenly, I realized I wanted him to stick himself inside me.

This was just so unlike me and yet, I couldn’t help admitting the truth of what I felt because it was true. He just seemed to have this aura that seemed to draw me in. “Can we go somewhere,” I asked shyly, “and you know … do it?”

“What do you mean,” he asked.

I couldn’t believe I was being so forward because I’d never been this forward in my entire life. I let my small hand slide between his legs. I could feel the hardness of his member against my palm and that’s when I knew he liked me, too. There was a connection there, between us. “You know,” I told him and then I dropped my voice to a near whisper. “Sex.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” the man told me.

Normally, that would have been enough to make me back off, but for some reason, I persisted. I wanted this man. I wanted him bad.

“You really want to do this,” the man asked and I nodded my head.

The man seemed to consider this and then he took me by the hand and he led me away. We went to a motel room, and I couldn’t believe how brash I was being or how much I wanted to have this man’s cock.

He undressed me and then he undressed himself. He pushed me down on the bed and I stared up at him as he stroked his cock. “Are you sure you want to do this,” he asked me one last time.

I’d never seen a man like this before and I couldn’t believe how big he was. Without even realizing it was happening, I let my hand slide down between my legs and then I moaned. “Yeah,” I told him, “I want it.”

That was all he had to hear. The man slid himself between my thihgs and then I felt him press his cock up against my pussy. He pulled my hand away and then he pushed his cock against my pussy and all of a sudden, I gasped as just the first bit of him entered me.

“You are so tight,” the man told me. “Are you a virgin?”

I nodded.

And then I just grunted as the man pushed even more of his cock between my legs. He was spreading my cunt so good and so wide, and it felt so good.

The man just kept pushing more and more of his cock in my cunt and I just kept moaning and groaning. My hands went to my tits even as that cock worked its way inside me. It seemed to me as if every time I thought I had all the cock my pussy would take, the man would push his cock a little deeper inside me, and then I would moan again as that cock fucked me harder.

I groaned again as the man pulled the cock back and then again as he pushed it forward. My hands flailed as the man fucked me. It was so hard and so good.

I felt something building inside me, something hot and something intense. I didn’t realize what it was at first but as that cock continued to come at me, I began to realize exactly what it was. I was going to cum. I was going to cum for my very first time.

But before he could make me do that, my lover was pulling out of me. I groaned at the removal of his cock but then he was turning me around and he was pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I felt him come up behind me and I felt him press his cock against my cunt, and then I groaned as I felt him press his cock inside my cunt. This time, I knew he was going to make me cum.

I could feel the man’s hands on my ass and then his hands on my hips. He was pulling my body against his even as he drove his cock into my cunt. It felt so good. It felt so good. I moaned again. He was going to make me cum. I was going to cum so hard.

And then it was happening. I was cumming hard and even as I was cumming, I felt the man bury his cock inside my cunt, and then he grunted even as his cock shot his cum inside my clenching pussy. It felt so incredibly good.

But even as all that was happening, something else was happening, too. The door to the motel room where we were suddenly burst open. I was too preoccupied with the feeling between my legs t
o pay much attention to anything else but even as I was cumming, I heard this woman shrieking.

The man’s cum continued to flow and my pussy continu
ed to cum. It all felt so great, and yet, I knew that something was amiss.

Finally though, my pussy relinquished its hold on the man’s cock. My pussy slid forward and then I was sliding off of the man’s cock. I tumbled down onto the bed and then I rolled over onto my back.

I was staring up at the old hag, the same woman who always came into the donut shop where I worked with my man. Funny, I thought, why had I thought of him as that, but it was true. I did think of him as my man.

She probably should have been more mad at him than she was at me but in fact, that wasn’t the case. He got nearly a free pass while I absorbed the full force of her wrath. “Screw my man, will you,” she cried shrilly. “I’ll show you what becomes of that.”

“You can’t do anything to me,” I retorted.

“Oh yeah,” the woman shrieked. “We’ll see about that. Let us let the punishment fit the crime.” The woman began to wave her hands and to speak in words I did not understand.

The man just looked at me helplessly. “Sorry about that,” he said, “but I tried to warn you.”

That was the first time in my life that my body transformed and as that transformation took place, I found myself sinking to the floor. I was being transformed into some kind of an animal but I had no idea what kind it was. I remember looking up at them. I remember thinking that I was still in heat, and then I remember nothing more.

I must have run away or maybe they just let me go because the next time I came to my senses, I was on my hands and knees with a big, fat cock in my pussy and I just couldn’t help moaning as I kept getting fucked and I’ve been getting fucked that way ever since.

That’s how I came to find myself as the transformation back into my true self drew to completion. It’s the way I’ve always come back to my true self, me on my hands and knees, some animal with a big giant cock hunching himself over my body, shoving his cock into my cunt.

I can feel the beast’s fur on my body and I love it. It’s so coarse and harsh. It chafes against my soft skin and yet, I love it because I know that as long as I feel his fur on the soft skin of my butt, I know I’m getting fucked and that’s what I want. I want to get fucked.

The animal growls or roars or mews. No words are ever spoken because no words exist. No man would ever stick his cock into me when I’m in my animal form, and then transformation can only occur after I have a cock inside me, so it’s always an animal and there are never any words, but I don’t need words. I need cock and the sounds of the animal, as long as it was accompanied by the feel of a hard driving cock, was music to my ears.

I had no idea where I’d been or what I’d done in my life as an animal. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the cock between my legs, and if I was not mistaken, that cock would be cumming soon, real soon.

The animal was growling more intently now and the pace of his cock was increasing. As many times as I’d done this before, I knew he was going to cum, and the animal started to cum, my pussy clenched down on his driving cock. I always came when an animal came inside me. It was part of the curse. It was part of my pleasure.

I could feel the creature pull out as his now satisfied cock lost its interest in my cunt. He sniffed at my butt, and I liked that, too, and then he turned and walked away.

With my cunt full of cum, my body once again had what it craved, and I could feel the transformation coming on me once again.

I could feel my body changing. Dark hair sprouted from my body. It got coarser and softer at the same time. My ears grew longer and pointier.

I could feel my claws as they clenched against the ground. Oh geez, I thought, they needed sharpening. I needed to find a tree.

I arched my back. Yeah, that felt good. I opened my mouth but all that came out was a pitiful mewl. My tail moved in short, little twitches.

I let out a growling meow.

Yep, I was just another pussy out on the make.