Chapter 2 of 2.
A bratty stepdaughter finds herself turning into a good girl for her stepfather.
Sunlight surprised him when a random, loud snort woke him completely. He groaned and sat up and then yawned, climbing out of bed. Light snoring let him know his wife was sleeping on the couch once more. He sighed and looked at the wall towards where his step-daughter’s bedroom was.
God, I hope she sleeps that off, he thought to himself while stretching and walking into the hallway. That poor girl.
“Ah!” he yelled as he stepped into the kitchen.
Madison stood at the stove with a plate of burned pancakes next to her. She wore shorts that showed the curve of her ass and a halter top that left little to the imagination.
“Good morning!” the young girl sang out before turning to push at a pancake cooking on the pan. “I keep messing them up.”
He stared at her. She’d never tried to cook before. Ever. Once more her hair was pulled back and she growled at the pan, pushing the pancake around with a spatula before flipping it over. The back was blackened and she stomped her foot.
“You, uhh,” Carl said, walking around the table to look into the pan. “You have to put a little oil in. Or butter. Or the cooking spray. That’d be easier. The cooking spray, I mean.”
“Oh,” she said with a frown. “I didn’t think about that. I was just following the directions on the back of the mix.”
“It’s okay,” he told her carefully. “I’m just glad you tried. Why don’t you sit and I’ll make some for you?”
“No,” she said, leaning towards him. “I want to watch and learn. Do it. I’ll watch.”
He scraped the burned pancake away and then tossed all of them in the trash before spraying the pan evenly and pouring the mix smoothly. Adjusting the burner’s temperature down, he watched the perimeter of the pancake.
“Oh, right,” he said. “Look, watch for the edges to bubble up. Push the spatula under it carefully and if it moves freely, gently flip it and watch the edges again.”
She was next to him now and she leaned again, pressing against his body. Carl shuffled sideways, thankful she stayed in place. Her brilliant blue eyes stared at the pancake as it cooked.
“Ohhhh,” Madison nodded. “Okay. You sit and I’ll try again.”
He did as he was told, scooting his chair back and sitting to watch her work. Her extraordinarily short shirt left her lean back and curved hips bare. She moved and her ass flexed beneath the shorts, causing him to look down at the table while mentally chastising himself.
“What’s- Oh-” Susan said as she walked into the kitchen. She yawned and rubbed the side of her head. “You’re cooking, Madison? When did you learn to cook?”
“Just now,” the girl replied, carefully sliding the spatula beneath a pancake. She tilted it and the pancake batter slid down to the hot pan. The back was golden and soft. Seeing it, she set the spatula down before clapping her hands with a happy squeal. “It worked!”
“And what is that you’re wearing?” the older woman asked as she finished waking up. “Good lord, you’re showing everything!”
“It’s fine, mom,” Madison said, shaking her ponytail. “Just sit down and I’ll make more.”
“Where were you last night?” Carl asked his wife.
“With Linda,” she said. “The time got away from me and we drank too much wine so I slept over there until I sobered up. I’m meeting her for lunch again later today.”
“Well, I thought maybe we could go for a hike together,” he told her. “It looks like a beautiful morning.”
“I already told her I’d go out with her,” Susan said. “I’m not changing my plans.”
“I’d like to go for a walk!” Madison said in the uncomfortable silence.
Carl looked up at the girl but she blushed and looked away, pushing at the pancake. Her finger reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her ear. He watched while she scratched behind her ear. The girl let out a happy sigh and continued to scratch herself. A part of him wanted to say he would take her but the awkwardness of their interactions and embarrassment of the early morning clung to him. Lost in his distracted thoughts, he missed seeing her turn to glance at him.
“N- never mind,” she said quietly.
“I mean, I could maybe-” he tried to say.
“No, really, never mind,” she replied, more confidently this time. “Here.”
Grabbing the pan with her left hand, she walked over while gently scooping the pancake with the spatula in her right hand. It wobbled, thick and soft, but she placed it carefully on the empty plate before him. She brushed against him once more, twisting her body until he felt her breast against his arm. Placing the spatula in the pan, she reached for the syrup and poured it on the pancake.
“Thank you,” he told her, moving his arm carefully away.
He ate slowly as she went back to the stove but he couldn’t help watching her and his heart beat faster. Memories of the night and the feel against him conjured unwelcome thoughts that were amplified by the clothes she wore. She danced in place as if listening to a hidden song while cooking another pancake. Her back muscles flexed as her ass cheeks bounced and her calf muscles flared. He’d never noticed how fit she was. When she clicked the burner off, he bent down to his food.
She went to his left, carrying her pancake from the counter to the table. Her leg pressed against the chair and it slid closer to him before she finally sat.
“Where’s mine?” Susan asked.
“Oh,” Madison said, cutting a piece with her fork. She crossed her left leg over her thigh. “I thought you could make your own.”
The girl’s foot brushed Carl’s leg as she bounced it. He looked up at her but she was entirely focused on her food, cutting piece after piece while making happy little growling noises. His wife grunted and stood up to dig through the pantry. Just as he opened his mouth to ask his wife more details on her plans, he felt Madison’s toenail slip beneath the bottom of his pant leg. Her long nail dragged against his bare skin as she slowly raised her foot. He shivered at the contact and then nearly jumped as she swiveled her foot to press her toes against him. His eyes darted to look at her but she remained focused on her food. Her foot lowered to his ankle and then slowly, agonizingly raised once more, sliding higher and higher to his calf.
“Wow,” he laughed nervously, pushing back from the table. “That was- that was really good, Madison. Thank you for the food.”
“Oh!” she said, looking up. “Of course. Yeah. It was fun, you know? Maybe I’ll try something for lunch. I don’t even know why I never tried cooking before.”
“Well,” his wife said as she pulled pastries from the toaster. “I tried to teach you when you were little but you wouldn’t sit still. And then you whined about it so much over the years that I gave up.”
Madison looked up at her mother and her eyes narrowed. She licked her lips, her little tongue darting out to clean the syrup from her face. Suddenly, her head tilted and her nostrils opened wide. She leaned forward while narrowing her eyes and her foot froze against Carl’s leg.
As suddenly as the strange fit came over her, it was gone and the girl sat back in her chair with a huff. She stared at her plate, cocked her head the other way and then shrugged, spearing the last piece of pancake and stuffing it in her mouth.
“I’ll be in my room,” Madison said, her old behavior returning as she swept past the table.
Silence filled the gap she left. Worse, Susan projected an air of solitude as she sat with her phone and pastries. Carl eventually got up from the table, grabbing his plate and Madison’s plate to load into the dishwasher.
—
Epic music swelled on the small speakers surrounding the television as characters battled on screen. Carl glanced toward his bedroom’s closed door and then back to the movie. Henchmen fell left and right as a female assassin worked her way methodically through an underground lair, throwing quips as quickly as her fists.
The bedroom door opened, grabbing his attention. His wife was dressed in a red skirt and top with lipstick that almost matched.
“Hey, you look nice,” he said, admiring her.
“Thanks,” she replied. “Have you seen my purse?”
“On the back of your chair in the kitchen,” he answered, standing while pausing the movie.
He followed her to the kitchen and she walked around him to the living room, pressing a hand against the wall to slip into her pumps. As she squeezed her foot into the tight red shoes, he tried to think of something to say. Where are you going? or What are you going to do? came to mind but he could almost feel her indifference to him as a physical shield surrounding her.
“I’ll be back later this afternoon,” she said, slipping her arm through her purse strap.
“Okay,” he said, trying a smile on. He bent in for a kiss but she turned to grab her keys and his lips touched her cheek. “Well. Have a good time. Call if you need anything.”
“Sure,” she replied, opening the door and stepping into the warm sunlight beyond.
He closed the door behind her and then stared at it. The urge to do something rose within.
But what? he asked himself. Ask what’s wrong? Bring up counseling again? Ask her to change her plans and go hiking with him?
It all felt useless and it gnawed at him. He knew he’d have to do something, even if it meant going to counseling without her.
That’s a good first step, he realized. I’ll start and the therapist will give me some good tools and ideas. I can use them with Susan and slowly convince her to come with me.
“Fah,” came a voice behind him. Madison stood at her bedroom door with her nose wrinkled and her hand waving in front of her nose. “Smells like someone bathed in perfume.”
“I guess I don’t smell it,” he told her. “And anyway, that’s kinda rude. Even if she’s wearing perfume-“
“She is,” Madison said, covering her mouth and nose.
“Even if she is,” he continued. “You can be nice about it. She’s already left, though.”
“I know,” the girl said. “God, it’s rank.”
Her shorts dipped down and he looked despite himself, catching the swooping curves of her hips and belly. She was lithe and unafraid to show it. He swallowed as he forced his eyes up to match hers.
“Well, anyway-” he tried to say.
She yawned and raised her arms above her head, twisting her hips left and right as she shuddered at the height of her stretch. Her breasts trembled and hard lines appeared along her sides and down her stomach.
Good Lord! he thought, turning away and nearly knocking into an end table.
The girl’s already loose button had popped free during her stretch.
“What are you up to?” she asked. He could see her scratching her belly so he completely turned his back to her and went back to the couch. “Watching a movie? Is it good?”
“Sure,” he said quickly, sitting down and willing his cock to soften. He almost grabbed a couch pillow to cover himself but, instead, shifted and quickly pushed it into a different position while the couch hid the motion.
“Cool,” she told him.
He couldn’t hear her footsteps but she came around and sat at the end of the couch with her phone in hand. He ignored her and resumed the movie.
After a few minutes, she moved and he looked by reflex. She’d pulled her legs up to sit at an angle with her feet tucked beneath her while leaning back on the cushions. He waited for her to comment on how dumb the movie was but she sat quietly.
The show continued and he lost himself in the over-the-top action. So, he was surprised and shocked when her feet touched his thigh. He glanced at her as subtly as possibly to find her laying on her back on the couch with her phone in front of her face. Her nails clicked on the screen as she pressed her toes into his leg. The girl’s top button was still undone on her shorts.
Shit, he thought to himself. Do I say something? Crap, that’ll just make it worse. I’m sure she’ll notice in a second and- Oh no, but what if she blames me somehow? I should say something.
Before he could speak up, her feet slid up over his thigh until her heel rested against his cock.
“Did you need something?” he blurted out, immediately cursing himself for his clumsy word choice.
“Huh?” she said, putting her phone against her bosom. She looked down her body until she realized what he meant. “Oh, sorry.”
She pulled her legs up, twisting to rest them against the couch. He waited for her to say something more as his heart climbed its way into his throat but she simply picked her phone up and went back to ignoring him.
Now hyper aware of her laying there, he caught sight of her legs uncoiling. They slid against the couch until they rested against his thigh once more. And then over, her right foot pressing into his stomach as her left once more sought out his cock. Despite his internal struggle, it moved at the attention she provided. His right hand clenched against the couch cushion while he considered how to untangle himself.
Her foot dipped down and turned until the sole lay flat against his throbbing cock.
“You know,” she said, resting the phone on her belly. “I could use a foot massage.”
Crap, crap, cap! he thought, closing his eyes briefly before reaching down.
“Uh, sure,” he sighed, clenching his teeth together as he once again cursed himself.
He used the massage as an excuse to adjust himself and move her feet away from his dick but it bulged from his pants as he held her bare foot. With his left hand against her heel, he pressed his right beneath her big toe.
The skin along her forefoot was thicker than he expected, especially compared to the smooth, perfect skin along her sole.
“Mmm, that’s good,” she said from her side of the couch. “You can press harder if you want.”
With his eyes closed and his lips clenched hard together, he dug his fingers into the calloused skin, pressing and rolling and rubbing against it. She raised her hips for a moment as his expert fingers worked against her foot but then lay still. He was used to it – her mother often asked for massages and he’d grown skilled at finding the right spots.
Strangely enough, the dense skin softened beneath his touch. It moved as he pressed into it and she spread her toes while writhing on the couch. Taking the invitation, he gently worked on the delicate digits. As his fingers pushed against them, skin gathered and the soft pink coloring lining the bottom of her toes turned a darker rose.
Madison growled in content. Her wiggling had brought her closer but he ignored it as he took her other foot. As with the right foot, the skin along her left forefoot bulged outward, just beneath the bones into almost distinct little bumps.
She pressed further, raising her knees and her zipper pulled down from the motion. He could feel her ass against his hip. And the warmth between her thighs. Her knees opened, the right laying against the back of the couch while her left lay on the cushions beneath them. His cock ached as he ignored her body against him. He could smell the faint hint of her perfume or soap or whatever she was wearing and energy seemed to crackle between them.
Finally, he dared to face her to ask what she was doing but was surprised to find her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her canines peeked out from her full, reddened lips but her breathing was steady. The girl’s shirt lifted with every inhalation.
Unsure of what else to do, he gently laid her legs down on his thighs and rested his left arm on the back of the couch. The rest of the movie was a blur but, when it was finished, he picked another at random to try and distract himself from the young woman curled up against his side.
Near the end of the second movie, Madison jerked in her sleep. Smacking her lips, she swiveled her legs to sit up. She stretched while seated, pressing heavily into Carl before standing and scratching her lower back. Her unzipped and unbuttoned shorts hung lower on her wide hips, leaving the top of her ass crack exposed. The girl’s nails dug into the skin above her ass and she raised herself up on her toes.
“Gonna nap,” she said, taking a step on her forefeet before going flat-footed. “‘M Tired.”
He watched her walk through the living room, scratching and massaging her back until she passed into her bedroom. Unlike every time before, she left her bedroom door wide open and he could see her throw herself into bed.
With Madison finally off of him, Carl jumped up and ran to the master bathroom. He closed the door, unzipped his pants and shoved his underwear down. His cock, erect again when his step-daughter had moved against him to get up, was in his hands.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he pictured a random woman. Yet, try as he might, he couldn’t keep the memory of Madison out of his mind. The warmth of her against his hip. The feel of her soft, bare skin in his hands. Her unbuttoned shorts and the unmarked skin leading down between-
“God dammit!”
The orgasm was rough and sudden and he hated that he couldn’t not think of her. With his head hanging, he aimed for the toilet until he was finished and his mind was cleared. The relief was immense.
And yet he still couldn’t stop thinking about her against him. And what it would feel like to slip his hand down her stomach and into her open shorts until-
“Dammit!” he grumbled, flushing the toilet and stomping away.
Carl steered clear of Madison’s bedroom, physically looking away as he passed. Down the hallway past her room, he shimmied through the second bathroom’s slightly open door.
“Get your damn head clear,” he said out loud as he threw himself into his work, praying that physical labor would distract him from the unintended arousal Madison was suddenly causing him.
—
Steam gushed from the pot as he lifted the lid. Inside, potatoes shifted as bubbles swirled past them. Carl reached in, wary of the steam as he pierced the potato with the fork. The tines sunk in with little resistance and he nodded to himself.
He turned and nearly dropped the lid. Madison sat back against the wall just behind on the left.
“God, you scared me!” he said, quickly setting the hot lid on the counter.
“Sorry,” she said, ducking her head as a look of confusion crossed her face. She shifted in place, peeked up at him and then looked down again. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he reassured her. She glanced up with a smile. “I just didn’t hear you. Did you need something?”
“No,” she said with a shrug.
“Oh, okay,” he said, looking back at her for a moment before grabbing the strainer and placing it in the sink.
“Let me help,” Madison said, going for the strainer.
“You don’t have to,” he told her, surprised that she offered.
“I want to help,” she insisted, watching him anxiously.
Rather than answer her, he waited for her to hold the strainer and then slowly tipped the pot as close to the sink as possible to keep the water from splashing. When most of the water was gone, he returned the pot to the stove and half-turned to the fridge.
“Can you grab the milk?” he asked Madison, testing to see if she would help.
“Yeah!” she answered with a smile, flashing her sharp canines before going to the fridge and opening the door.
Have her incisors always been that crooked? he wondered, staring after her. Maybe I should talk to Susan about looking into braces for her. Well, she’s old enough to decide for herself, I suppose. I don’t mind helping pay for it.
With the light on her face, he watched her eyes dart around until she found the carton lower on the door’s shelf. She started to reach for it but stopped, her hand trembling as her eyebrows raised and her mouth opened. She tipped forward and then pressed against the wall.
“Hey, you okay?” Carl asked as he cut a pat of butter from the stick on the counter.
“Haaaa,” the girl panted. Blood rushed to her face but she shook her head and pushed back to stand up straight. “Yes. I- Yes.”
His step-daughter quickly grabbed the milk and returned to him, handing it over and then hovering as he poured it in with the butter and salt he’d added. He froze when he felt her breasts against his back and her breath on his neck.
“Why the milk?” she asked. He swore her voice was strained – as if she were in pain and hiding it. She felt so incredibly warm against him and his nerves stood on end.
“It, uhh, it makes the potatoes creamier,” he said, swallowing when she leaned into him. “They- the- the butter- and the salt- it’s just what I was always taught.”
He slipped away from her but she followed him as he went to retrieve a masher from the utensil drawer. When he turned to place oven mitts on the counter, she moved with him. And again when he carried the pot to place it on the mitt. It was unnerving but when he glanced back at her, expecting to see her sneering at him or taunting him, she appeared innocent. Except for her eyes. Her eyelids were nearly half-closed and her piercing icy blue eyes followed his every movement. She smiled at him but then licked her lips. Those red lips pulled back briefly to show her teeth but she cleared her throat – the rumbling sound nearly sounding like a quiet growl.
And then his step-daughter blinked, stepping back with a quick half-step and a sharp breath. Her eyes opened wider and she placed a small hand against her bosom.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, holding the masher over the pot of potatoes.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, shaking her head and running her hand through her hair. “Just, I don’t know, felt a little out of it for a second. It’s better now. I’m better now. Sorry.”
Madison moved back to sit against the wall as she’d done earlier but he ignored her while he finished making dinner. He could see his wife in the living room with a glass of red wine in one hand and her phone in the other. On the television, two shirtless men were arguing while a woman in a black dress sobbed on a park bench. A nearly empty bottle of wine lay on the coffee table before her. He shook his head and continued with dinner.
“It smells good,” Madison told him.
He looked at her for a moment but went back to the potatoes, adding a little more milk to the mix. She confused him still. The sudden flip in her personality after years of mistreating him and acting like a brat seemed impossible. Welcome but impossible. And the clinginess. He knew that sometimes children from broken marriages would cling to their new step-parents if one of the parents was absent but she seemed to go the opposite direction, treating him with disdain and resenting his presence. Could something have happened? Could it really have been as simple as spending a little time with her?
There’s just no way, he told himself. No way it happens like that. Maybe she’s buttering me up for something? Helping her buy a car or something?
The clink of ceramic on wood brought him back to the present. Madison moved around the small table, laying out plates and silverware. She adjusted the knives and forks, stood back and then moved them again until they were just right. Stepping back again, she pressed her thumbs into her lower back. She turned to Carl, opened her mouth as if to say something but then blushed and looked away. He shook his head and carried the food to the middle of the table.
“Dinner’s ready, Susan!” he called out.
It took calling her two more times before his wife came into the dining room on unsteady feet. She sat at her place, nearly spilling her wine as she absent-mindedly set it down. She focused on her phone, her finger tapping against the bottom of the screen to type out a message.
Madison eyed the food eagerly as Carl handed out portions.
“Thank you,” she said, grabbing her fork and cutting into the chicken without waiting for anyone else. “I’m so hungry.”
He stared at his wife as she took a gulp of her wine without looking up from her phone.
“Mind putting your phone away, Susan?” he asked finally.
“Jus’ a sec,” she slurred, scanning the phone and smiling. She swiped her finger along the bottom, tracing letters on the keyboard and then locked it, placing it facedown beside her plate. “Chicken again?”
“It’s simple,” he told her.
“I like chicken,” Madison said, cutting another piece. She leaned forward and shoved the chunk in her mouth. The skin over the bridge of her nose wrinkled as she chewed quickly and swallowed. She grabbed the remaining portion with her fingers to pop into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the juices around her lips. “Can I have another? Please?”
“Uh, sure,” Carl told her. “But there’s also the potatoes and vegetables.”
She watched him drop another piece on her plate and reached for it.
“Use your damn fork, Madison,” Susan grumbled. “You’re not an animal.”
The girl froze, stared at her hand and then reached for her knife and fork. She cut into the meat slowly and methodically brought it up to her mouth with her fork. Her eyes shot to the side to see if her mother was watching and then she shoved the food into her mouth, tearing into it with her teeth.
“So how was your day with Linda?” Carl asked as he worked through his food.
“It was good,” she answered, flipping her phone over and waking it for a moment before returning it to its place. “Had-“
Madison’s fork clattered to the plate. She groaned and hung her head while making a fist on the table next to her. Hidden beneath her bound hair, the tips of her ears grew wide, bending near the tip as they grew to soft points. She trembled, pulling her hand from the table to press against her stomach.
“Hey,” Carl said, reaching for her. “You okay? Is your stomach okay?”
“Yessss,” Madison hissed. She clenched the edges of the chair and her tongue darted out. “God!”
The girl pressed against the back of her chair and sat up straight as she spread her legs. Her teeth pressed into her lips and her chest swelled as she breathed deeply.
“God,” she repeated.
“You, uhh, you sure?” Carl asked again.
“Huh?” his step-daughter asked, looking at him with unfocused eyes. Her mouth hung open and her tongue lay against her bottom lip until she swallowed and closed her mouth.
“I said-“
“Oh, yeah,” she told him. She looked down at her plate and then reached for the chicken. Her nails dug into the soft, seasoned meat and she growled, lifting it to her mouth.
“Fork, Madison, Jesus,” Susan said, grabbing her wine to take a deep swallow. She stood up as Madison put the food back down. “Need ‘nother bottle.”
“Maybe-” Carl started to say before he stopped himself.
Madison looked between the two and then slid slowly sideways in her seat until she sat directly on the edge of her chair. She stared at Carl as he looked after his wife. With her hands gripping the chair once more, she ground into the edge, leaning forward and spreading her legs apart until her pussy pressed into the bare wood beneath her. She made short, quick movements and her chest rose and fell faster and faster as blood rushed to her face and down her chest. Red bloomed over her breasts as the heat filled her. Her painted fingernails bent to expose blunt black tips piercing the tips of her fingers. The girl panted with her small, pink tongue laying at the corner of her mouth.
The sharp pop of the new wine bottle’s cork startled Madison as the acrid scent flooded her sensitive nose.
“I-” she gasped, hanging her head and then raising it again to look at Carl. “I’m done. Thank you.”
She pulled herself up from the chair slowly, pushing it against the table and standing behind it for a moment. The girl appeared conflicted as she looked between her mother, Carl and the food laid out before her.
Rational thought struggled through the buzzing in her head and the electricity sparking throughout her body. She wanted to stay with him. Near him. Yet it was wrong in her mind. Somehow. She couldn’t remember why it was wrong and that bothered her.
The deciding factor that made her retreat to her room was the sticky feeling of her wetness against her bare thighs and the warmth of the spreading wet spot on her shorts and panties. She forced herself to walk away, grimacing at the grinding pain in her lower back.
Carl watched her until the girl’s bedroom door closed. He sighed and picked up his fork while glancing at his wife. She was back on her phone and her refilled glass of wine was already half empty. Her eyes were heavy and she blinked slowly several times. Most of the food was untouched on her plate.
They ate in silence and she eventually got up from the table without a word in order to retreat back to the living room. He sighed, finished his meal and cleaned everything up.
—
Susan snored on the couch next to him. He’d picked a western this time but was only somewhat vested in the plot. His hand rested against his wife’s leg but his mind was elsewhere.
His wife’s phone buzzed suddenly, vibrating with a short pulse on the floor. She lay on her stomach with her arm over the edge of the couch and her hand nearly touching the phone. It’d slipped from her fingers at some point.
Several seconds later it buzzed again, distracting him from his thoughts and the movie. It buzzed three more times over the next minute before he finally got up to see what was happening. The screen woke when he touched the power button but it showed no message preview for the notification. He frowned, surprised that she’d turned them off since they were on by default. Before he could wake her up to tell her about it, his phone beeped. He set his wife’s phone on the end table next to her and then unlocked his own phone.
It was a short message from Madison: Need help!!
Carl dropped his phone and went to his step-daughter’s bedroom in a rush. The door was closed but he knocked quietly. With a creak, the door opened to a slit to show Madison’s eye.
“Where’s mom?” she hissed. “She’s not answering my texts!”
“She’s passed out on the couch,” he told her. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you wake her up?” she asked. “It’s important.”
“I-“
Can I? he wondered. All the nights she’d been drunk, she’d barely reacted to him shaking her awake.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “She’s had too much to drink.”
“Dammit,” Madison cursed. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!”
The door opened and his step-daughter fled backwards away from him. He walked in carefully. She’d changed into pajama bottoms and a tight black button-down pajama top that strained against her breasts. Unseen to his eyes, the folded tips of her ears peeked through her hair. Silky black fur covered the backs of her ears and they rotated fractionally as she watched him warily. The girl crossed her arms under her breasts and looked away as he walked in.
“What’s going on?” he asked cautiously.
“Okay,” she said, still looking away from him. “Okay. Okay. I just- There’s- I’m just not sure.”
She hooked her thumbs into the band of her pajamas at her hips, pushing them gently while turning and he saw it.
Nestled above the swell of her well-toned ass cheeks was a short, bony tail. It lay between her cheeks but, as he watched, it twitched and curled. He could see the bones moving beneath the thin skin. Madison was toned and muscular with barely any body fat along her back but the skin around the base of the tail bulged as if swollen.
“The fuck?!” he said loudly. Normally he tried to watch his language when he was around others but words failed him. “The fuck! What the fuck, Madison?”
“I know!” she wailed, turning to face him again. She wrung her hands against her belly and then pulled them apart to place against her side before squeezing them again and shaking them. “My back has been sore all day and then I was trying to massage it and I felt bones and then the skin moved and it pushed against my hand and then it hurt like a fucking bitch suddenly and then I could feel it, Carl! I could feel my fingers on it! It moved!”
“Are you- maybe it’s not-” he struggled to say, trying to find composure in front of frightened step-daughter.
“You touch it and tell me,” she said, turning again.
It lay out of her pajama bottom now. He looked at her and then took a step. As he got closer, he noticed a few thin black hairs along the length of it. At another step, it moved. Yet another step and it started wagging back and forth.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god, I can feel it, oh god. Oh god!”
“Are you making it do that?” he asked, drawing closer.
“Noooo,” she whined, pressing her hands against her stomach again. “I can’t make it stop!”
He reached for it and then hesitated. In the brief moment, he watched the skin bulge at the base when a new bone formed beneath. The tail slid slowly against her silken pajamas and she leaned forward with a moan, biting at her lips. There were more black hairs on it now and it was wagging faster.
Swallowing hard, he reached forward and touched it.
“God!” Madison cried out, her knuckles growing white as she clenched the back of her desk’s chair.
The tail curled at his touch. He was gentle, stroking it carefully while staring in amazement. It was warm and as soft as the rest of her body.
No, he reprimanded himself. Don’t think of that.
He ran his fingers along the length of it and Madison trembled at his touch. She moaned but the sound was lost to him as he stared blankly at it.
How? he asked himself. How is this possible?
He’d heard myths growing up of kids with proto tails but, after he got to a certain age he assumed it was just kids being cruel. He touched the swollen base on her lower back and felt the bones shifting beneath. A single black hair emerged from the skin and the tail lengthened slowly once more, dragging the new hair against his finger.
“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly, pulling it as gently as he could to see how it was attached.
Madison moaned and shoved herself back, forcing his hand down against her bare ass. His fingers slid beneath her pajamas to cup her warm, soft cheek. He felt wetness against the inside of her thigh before he snatched his hand away.
“Sorry!” he shouted, pulling back. “God, I’m so-“
Madison was staring back at him, panting with her mouth open and her tongue lolling between her lips. The edges of her nostrils were black and her canines were more pronounced. Only now did he realize he should’ve noticed her teeth earlier in the day. That he had but not for the right reason. Her ears had grown during his inspection and they slid through her hair and angled back as she looked at him.
Wispy black hairs lined her cheeks but a few white strands stood out between her eyebrows. She licked her lips with a wide tongue and then cried out, raising her ass while lowering her chest and spreading her legs.
“Can’t think,” she moaned.
His step-daughter slowly collapsed to the ground, lowering herself until her ass pressed into her heels. Her tail was curled up behind her as she leaned forward on her hands and lowered her head.
“Hot,” she gasped, walking forward with her hands until she was stretched out on hands and knees. She threw her head back with her mouth open and the buttons of her top popped open under the strain, freeing her breasts. She rocked, pushing her ass back as she lowered her hips and then raising them again. “Carl, I need- I need-“
With a growling groan, she assumed a lordosis posture and her pajamas slid down. Unable to help himself, he looked and then slammed his eyes shut as he caught a glance at the girl’s swollen labia.
Carl ran, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it.
“Carl, pleeeease,” Madison groaned from within. “You- you don’t know- know what it’s god, god! Goooood! What’s it liiiike, Carl!”
She continued to plead as he sat against the door with his eyes shut and his heart pounding. Her words turned to pure grunts and, soon, the unmistakable sounds of her pleasuring herself. She held nothing back, moaning and growling and whining with an unusual high-pitched sound that he’d never heard before. When he realized he could hear the wet slapping of whatever she was using to masturbate with, he cursed, covered his ears and left.
His cock forced him to hobble until he adjusted the erection straining against his pants.
Dammit, dammit, dammit! he yelled internally at himself.
He made a line for his bedroom, closing the door and turning the lock on the doorknob before sitting on his bed. He could still hear the faint sounds of her animalistic voice crying out from an orgasm so he clicked on the small white noise generator he’d purchased when Susan’s snoring started bothering him.
“What the hell do I do?” he asked himself, staring at his hand. And his lap. At the painful boner that begged for his touch.
It was impossible but he’d seen it himself. And felt it.
“Caaaarrrrrrrrl,” came a quiet whine at the door. The doorknob turned slightly but held. “Carrrrrrrl, please.”
“Madison, I can’t,” he said, closing his eyes once more. “Just- just go back to your room and- and- try to sleep.”
“Carrrrrrrl,” she growled. The wet sounds of her palm slapping against her pussy overpowered the tiny noise machine so he turned the volume up. She clawed at the door with her free hand and whined pitifully. “Need yourrrrr dick. Need it. Need cock. So hot. Empty. Carrrrrl-“
He turned the machine up as loud as it could go and lay in bed, praying she’d go. Praying that his cock would stop throbbing.
Unzipping himself, he slipped out of his clothes and lay there, heart pounding in his temple and his mouth dry.
“Dammit!” he cursed, snatching a tissue quickly. Clearing his mind of everything, he masturbated, thinking of nothing at all.
Yet the memory of it still slipped in. The wet sound of her sex. The feel of her warm ass on his hand.
The way she looked at him. The need displayed so purely on her face. The hunger.
He jack-knifed in bed as he came, accidentally tearing the top of the tissue. His cum spurted freely and he hissed as he grabbed more to clean himself up.
The stress of the evening combined with the static noise of the machine at his bedside and the induced relaxation brought on by the orgasm lulled him slowly to sleep. He drifted with the image of Madison’s tail in his mind. His limp cock twitched fitfully, sliding against his leg as it struggled to grow hard once more.
He was asleep before he noticed it.
—
Carl’s head throbbed as he jerked awake with his alarm blaring in his ear. He turned the noise machine off and then the alarm and the sudden silence was overpowering. Sitting up, he ran his hands through his sandy-colored hair and sighed.
The memory of the night before forced his eyes wide open.
“Fuck!” he cursed.
As quietly and carefully as possible, he rolled out of bed. His door was still locked and he could hear his wife snoring beyond, louder than when she’d fallen asleep. He unlocked the door and pulled it open slowly.
Madison lay on the floor on the other side of the door. She still wore her unbuttoned top but her pajama bottoms were gone. She lay curled into a ball on her side with her knees tucked close to her belly.
There was no tail.
He debated himself, waffling between waking her up or carrying her to bed.
Finally, he stepped over her and bent, sliding his arms under her body. She was lighter than he expected. And softer. And warmer. His cock responded eagerly but he ignored it and he moved his hand far away from her breast.
Claw marks covered the outside of the door. They were wide and deep and it made him look at her hands. Her fingernails were completely clear of the purple nail polish she’d worn the day before. They were completely clear and clean and he knew there was no way she caused the furrows with her nails.
What am I going to tell Susan? he sighed as he lifted the girl.
The scent of her pussy and her evening of masturbation filled him as he held her close, causing him to lower her slightly. Yet it didn’t help and he tried to breathe through his mouth as he walked her back to her room, staring straight ahead.
More claw marks covered her desk but he just shook his head and walked her to her bed, gently lowering her before slowly pulling the blanket up and over her body.
Carl moved quickly after that, using the excuse of getting ready for work as a way to distract himself from his thoughts. He considered masturbating in the shower but pushed the idea away with disgust, despite how hard his cock was.
She was so warm, he remembered. Dammit.
The rest of the morning was routine and he hurried through it until he was out of the house and in his car. He lay his head back against the headrest, took a deep breath and started the vehicle.
—
Paper whispered against his desk as he snatched sheets from the plastic tray beside his monitor. Outside his office, conversations hummed and phones rang behind tall cubicle walls. Carl traced the tip of his pen against the alternating lines on the printed spreadsheet before turning back to his monitor. He keyed in an updated figure and saved it, switching over to an internal website to fill out information for one of his inside salespeople.
He eyed the time in the corner of his monitor and wondered if he needed an extra cup of coffee but his phone rang, disrupting his thought. He glanced at the display and picked up the receiver.
“Yeah, Steve,” he told the receptionist.
“Your daughter is here, sir,” the young intern said.
“My- I don’t have a- Madison?” he asked but the door opened and his step-daughter stepped inside with a bright smile, as if her name summoned her.
She wore a plain blouse that molded itself to her chest and thin waist. Her black hair was once again pulled back into a tight ponytail that she’d taken to wearing since yesterday. Her loose slate-colored skirt hung below her knees.
“Honey,” he said, looking around her to the high cubicle walls beyond. “What are you- Uhh, how are you feeling?”
“Great!” she chirped, her cheeks widening as her smile turned to a mischievous grin. “So much better.”
“And- and- and- is it-?”
She twirled with her arms raised and her blouse rose to show her bare skin. The back of her skirt lay flat against her body and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Listen,” he told her. “I’ll schedule you a doctor’s appointment and we can go in, maybe get some x-rays and see what happened, okay?”
“No,” she said, walking through the office until she sat against his desk facing him. “Really, I’m fine. There’s no tail or anything. Which is too bad because it was kinda cute.”
Kinda cute? he thought to himself, remembering the panic on her face when she showed it to him.
“Honey, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked her, looking up at her cheerful face and bright blue eyes.
“Oh, better than ‘alright’, I feel fantastic,” she said, resting her hands against her thighs.
He chanced a look at her teeth but her canines were short and her teeth appeared as straight as he’d remembered them. The glance allowed him to relax the muscles he’d tensed ever since she’d walked in. No tail, no teeth, no fur on her face – just the oddly happy normal girl he was, well, not used to seeing since she was far too pert and nice than normal but, still.
Unless, oh god, he swallowed and looked away. Unless it was all a ruse and she’s here to blackmail me for touching her when-
“I wanted to show you something,” she said, her eyes locking onto his.
“Uh, okay?” he said slowly, worried about the coming scam. “And how did you get here?”
“Laitha gave me a ride,” she said, still staring at him. Her smile was slowly fading, replaced with a semi-serious expression as her hands tightened on her dress. Her ears twitched beneath her hair, unnoticed by either as she listened intently to the office surrounding them. “She’s waiting outside.”
“Well, what-” he started to ask as cold sweat broke out across his body.
Madison pulled at her skirt, grabbing bunches of the fabric as she raised it higher and higher. She leaned back slightly while pressing her knees out and, with a last pull, raised the front of the skirt over her hips.
The girl’s bare, slick, swollen pussy shone in the bright fluorescent overhead lights. His eyes widened as he saw it. Three thick folds of reddened skin bulged outward while pressing together in the center. The girl’s pussy glistened and she moaned, smiling tremulously as she stared hungrily at him. When he tried to look away, she grabbed his head with one hand to hold him in place. Her mound and lips were utterly hairless.
“You can’t- Madison, this isn’t-!” he tried to say.
“Lick me,” she told him, her voice low and breathless.
“I can’t!” he said, looking to the side while she held him.
“I woke up in bed,” she said, grinding her teeth. “In my bed. I remember last night. Remember begging. Remember the emptiness. And the heat. God. The heat, Carl. You have no idea what it’s like. But I was fine. I was fine. No tail. Nothing. But as the minutes passed, I felt the edge of it. I looked for you. Even though I knew you were at work, I looked for you. Whining. I couldn’t help it. Just bubbled up. Pacing in the house as mom got ready. And it grew inside me. So fucking wet once it hit. I used my biggest dildo but it wasn’t enough. I could only think of you.”
“Madison, please-“
“I watched it happen,” she told him, pulling his head toward her. He resisted but she was surprisingly strong. “In front of the mirror. I watched it even though I could feel it happening. Throbbing. Pounding. So hot, Carl. So. Fucking. Hot. I tried to pull them apart as they swelled. I tried to keep it from happening but then I just started fucking myself. Fingers inside my soaking wet cunt, pounding faster and faster while whining for you. Squeezing my fat, swollen pussy and pounding my hand into it.”
“I-“
“Barked when I came,” she moaned, writhing at the edge of his desk. Clear liquid seeped from her folded pussy lips. He stared at it as it slid forth and dribbled down to soak into her skirt. “Like a bitch. Like a bitch in heat. Couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it. Just happened. Felt natural. Felt good, Carl. Felt right.”
“Madison-“
“I can’t wait for you,” she whined, her thin biceps bulging as she pulled harder. “Kiss me there. Kiss me there and I’ll go. I’ll go and I’ll wait for you. Kiss me there, Carl. I need it.”
“I can’t, Madison,” he groaned, smelling her wetness. He couldn’t stop staring at it. At her strange, changed pussy. Couldn’t keep his hand from squeezing his cock.
“I. Can. Smell. You.” she growled, showing her teeth. “I know you want it. I know it. Just kiss it. I’ll go. Just this one thing. Need you. Need you, Carl.”
His will faltered as she continued to pull him. He could hear her desire so plain and bold. He ached for it. To be wanted. His mind filled in the excuses as he allowed himself to be pulled, bending down between her thighs as she growled and gnashed her teeth above him.
Inches away from her sopping sex, he could feel the heat pulsing from her and he gave in, grabbing her thighs and kissing the folded lips. Madison leaned back on the desk, raising her head and spreading her knees as he sucked her fat, engorged labia into his mouth. She shook as he tried to press his tongue between the folds.
When he looked up at her, he saw her looking down with half-closed eyes and reddened cheeks. Her canines scraped against each other as she watched him and her hand clenched in his hair, holding him tight against her. Keeping him in place as she squeezed her knees together. She was whining as he licked her and her pussy slowly opened to him.
Madison’s hips began to move and her breathing quickened as she ground against his face.
“Yes!” she cried out before whining again. The dress fell against his face as she brought her hand up to bite her fingers and quiet her cries. “Yesssss!”
He lost himself to it, drunk on the lust and passion he’d been denied, sucking and licking as his head pounded. The taboo of fucking in his office drove him wild and he shoved his face forward, ignoring the dangers around him when his tongue finally slipped inside of her.
Madison shuddered. She pressed her hand against her mouth to muffle the scream threatening to escape as she came.
Carl pulled back, panting as he stared at her and she growled, dropping to her knees while cradling his face. Her small, pink tongue dragged against his face. She held him tight while cleaning him, licking her cum from his mouth, lips, chin and cheeks until she sat back, panting and quivering.
She stood slowly, leaning against the desk as her chest heaved. Her eyes never left his and they were half-wild. Wanting more. Weighing the dangers of riding his cock in the middle of his open office. Her nails scratched against the top of the desk and her arm trembled.
His step-daughter whirled and left without a word, forcing herself out before she could no longer restrain herself. He watched her go. Watched her walk wide of everyone in order to hide the scent of their sex. He continued to stare as she left and his heart threatened to explode through his chest.
Her scent lingered. Despite her cleaning his face, her cum still covered him and he smelled her every single time he breathed in. He waited for a call from his manager. For someone to look in and shake their head at him. For some sign that someone noticed. Yet nobody did. Carl looked down to see a large spot of pre-cum on his slacks and he sighed, pulling forward on his chair and staring at his desk. Work was the farthest from his mind as he replayed the scene again and again and again.
Finally certain nobody realized what happened, he stood and made his way to the executive bathroom. For the first time since the night of Madison’s party, he allowed himself to think of her when he masturbated and his orgasm was almost painful.
—
Dusk settled around the world like a cloak of stars as he pulled into his driveway. He killed the engine and stared at his house.
The future was uncertain and that scared him. He had no idea where he stood right now or what would happen. All he knew was that he couldn’t let that happen again. That he’d have to keep himself separated from her. That he’d need to push hard for the marriage counselor. He’d have to make things right again or vanish if he couldn’t.
Unable to wait any longer, he opened his car door and stepped onto the driveway. He watched the house as he made his way to the front door. The lights were on and Susan’s car was parked next to his.
With a deep breath, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
Madison waited by the door for him. She smiled and threw herself at him before he had a chance to register her. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she leaned in to kiss him, her lips pressing against his cheek as he turned at the last second.
“I heard you pull up,” she purred in his ear. “I’ve waited allllll day for you, Carl.”
He tried to pull away and then jerked when he felt sharp claws dig into his neck and back. With a hard pull, she let go and laughed.
Her teeth were sharp and he spied a few white strands of hair along her forehead. She wore the same torn shorts as the night before and they were already unbuttoned.
A spray of black hairs fanned out from her mound and around to her hips. Above that, her ears were wider and she’d pulled her hair back purposefully to show them. They rose to broad tips that flopped and shook when she moved.
“Your- your- mother,” Carl stuttered.
She turned and he noticed more black hairs on the back of her calves.
But it was her back that grabbed his attention. Her bare tail swished back and forth above her lowered shorts. Unlike the night before, it was completely covered in inky fur and it reached nearly down to her thighs.
Madison looked over her shoulder at Carl with a sly grin and bare fangs.
“How’s your drink coming, mom?” she asked.
“‘S fine,” Susan slurred from the living room. “Good. ‘s good.”
“I’ll top you off,” Madison said, her smile growing. “And then Carl and I will keep you company.”
“‘S a good girl,” Susan said.
Carl slipped out of his shoes and walked into the living room. His wife sat in the corner of the couch, her half-closed eyes staring in the direction of the television. Her phone lay on the floor and a large pool of spilled wine surrounded the base of the glass on the coffee table. Despite everything else, he winced at the sight of it.
Madison grabbed the bottle and bent in an overly-obvious manner. Her left hand slid up smoothly to her shorts as she started to pour. She grabbed the bottom of her shorts and pulled them aside to expose her still-swollen pussy. Black fur covered her sex now, spreading down to her thighs and up over the bottom curve of her ass. He looked away quickly but not before she winked back at him.
“Drink up,” Madison growled. “You’ve earned it.”
“Have,” Susan agreed, bobbing her head too deep. “I have.”
“I ordered some take-out, Carl,” Madison said, pointing out plastic containers on the coffee table. “Sit with me?”
He stared at her and then at Susan and decided it was probably a safe idea. If he hid in his room, she’d try to get in and they’d be alone together. Next to her mother, he was safe.
Madison curled up on the end of the couch, opposite her mother and Carl sat next to his wife, cuddling against her despite her pushing him away. His step-daughter laughed quietly and then gasped, clawing at her shirt with a low, long growl. Her nails popped off as her claws continued to lengthen, spearing her blouse as she tugged at them with whatever was consuming her and causing her to writhe.
White fur emerged above her breasts in an irregular pattern. Her nipples suddenly pressed against her shirt and she continued to pull, growling and digging her other hand into the arm of the couch. He looked away as she exposed herself and her full, perfect breast.
“Fuuuck,” Madison gasped finally, panting next to him. “Fuck.”
Carl chanced a look but her blouse was mostly fixed again. Her nipples dented her shirt and she stared at him, her wide tongue briefly hanging against her bottom lip before it worked around her mouth and she smiled. Black cracks showed in the red of her lips and around her nostrils.
“Hurts,” she whispered, winded from the previous effort. She lay her hand on his thigh and squeezed him but he pushed her away. “But feels so fucking good despite that.”
When had she gotten so close to me? he wondered.
He tried to wrap his warm around his wife but she shrugged him off and Madison laughed again. Black hairs showed at the edges of the white mark on her chest and he could see her tail thumping behind her, sharing in her amusement.
“Offa me,” Susan slurred, drinking more of her wine, tilting it back until it was empty.
His step-daughter stood and grabbed the bottle on the coffee table.
“She’s had enough,” Carl said.
“No, she hasn’t,” Madison said firmly.
“Haven’t,” Susan agreed, her head drooping.
The young woman stood with her leg against Carl. He stared down at the floor, unwilling to look at her hips or ass or the fur slowly spreading along her belly. Her calves flexed beneath the short, glossy fur covering them.
Finished pouring, Madison sat in Carl’s lap, wrapping her arm around his neck.
“Don’t!” Carl hissed.
She laughed and pulled his head against her breasts. For a moment he felt her fur on his cheek but he pulled away and she took her arm off of him. He relaxed, thinking she was going to obey but she quickly shoved her hand into his pants instead.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, licking his ear and nibbling his lobe with her sharp teeth. “Someone’s excited, isn’t he?”
The palm of her hand felt rough and thick against his erect cock. She squeezed and pumped him while kissing his cheek. Her breathing quickened as she tugged faster.
“Ma-” he tried to say.
Seeing her chance, she twisted and kissed him, thrusting her wide tongue deep in his mouth, forcing him to kiss her in return. She melted into him, whining quietly as their tongues wrapped together.
“Don’t!” he whispered fiercely, pushing her away when his wife’s hanging head swiveled slowly.
Carl grabbed Madison’s hand and pulled, forcing her out of his pants. She growled but rubbed her hand against her nose, scenting him. She breathed deeply, moaning as she smelled his cock and he watched as the skin covering her palm swelled, soft pink darkening to match the wine his wife drank. It changed further as she dragged her tongue along her hand to taste him and her tongue rasped against the leathery padding forming.
“Ah!” Madison cried out, pressing into him.
Carl grabbed her and held her by reflex as she groaned.
“Hurts,” she whimpered. “Hurts.”
He could hear her bones clicking in her jaw as her face reshaped. She breathed in shallow, quick breaths interspersed with tiny high-pitched whines as her face lengthened.
Unsure of what else to do, he stroked her hair. She pressed harder into him in encouragement and he scratched her, dragging his nails against her fur and scratching behind her ears before he realized what he was doing.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Helps.”
With his eyes closed, he continued stroking her, sliding a hand down her neck. The fur was thick there and continued between her shoulder blades until he felt her bare back. Her tail thumped loudly against the couch and she wriggled against him. His traitorous left hand reached down and squeezed her ass, digging his nails into the skin beneath the silky black fur.
Madison groaned and licked his neck as her hands worked at his zipper. Her claws scratched his skin and he clenched his hands against her in response, driving her more wild.
“Shouldn’t,” he gasped as she freed his cock.
“She’s cheating on you,” Madison whispered.
“What?” Carl asked. “What did you-oooohhhh god!”
She shifted, pulling the bottom of her soaked shorts to the side as she pressed her folded bitch’s pussy down on his hardened cock. Susan snorted beside them and the empty wine glass thumped to the floor.
Madison grabbed her shirt at the neck and pulled, tearing the fabric to expose her breasts as she slowly eased herself down on Carl’s dick.
“Look,” his step-daughter whispered.
She leaned back with one hand on the couch to steady herself. Her other hand spread the fur aside on her belly. A tiny black nipple lay hidden beneath the fur. She pulled it and growled, rocking her hips while flexing her muscles to squeeze his cock. Finally, she leaned forward, licking his ear and hair with her massive tongue.
“Teats,” she gasped, groaning and moaning as she impaled herself on his cock. “For our cubs.”
“God!” Carl gasped, squeezing her ass. He didn’t care about the ‘cubs’ comment but her voice was dripping with raw, animal lust and her smell wound its way entirely through him until he couldn’t think past anything but the girl bouncing on his cock.
He pulled her close and pressed his face between her breasts as she gripped the back of the couch.
“Yes!” Madison cried out. “Yes, like that!”
His right hand reached up to the base of her tail while his left squeezed her ass and his mouth wrapped around her nipple. He buried himself in her as she flexed her hips and ass, forcing his cock as deep into her pussy as she could. The black fur growing up and over her breasts tickled his lips when it surrounded her nipple but he ignored it as he swirled the hardened, soft wrinkled skin with his wet tongue.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Madison whined. “My tail, yes!”
He pulled and she shuddered, crying out as her pussy pulsed around his cock. He pulled her thick, smooth tail harder and she collapsed against him, growling and whimpering as words were lost to her.
Madison’s toes scratched against the floor. They spread as bones within her feet were pushed aside by new muscles forming around them. Her nails dragged against the floor and then fell off as lengthening claws separated them from the nail beds. The girl’s pinky toe slid back as her bones stretched, pushing her eight other toes forward.
“Baby, yes,” she moaned, finding her rhythm once more. “Baby, yes. Cum in me. Cum in me, please. Yes!”
He pushed her back and she shoved herself down, soaking his crotch and slacks with her spasming pussy. Holding her back for support, he leaned in, pressing his face into her belly fur until his lips slid over a teat high on her stomach, just below her ribcage. He latched on and her claws pierced his back hard enough to draw blood.
“Fuck!” Madison screamed.
Susan stirred.
“Whassat?” she asked, her head lolling before falling back against the arm of the couch. “Whassat. Whaasssss-“
He grabbed her ass and spread her as he sucked at her smaller nipple. The faint taste of milk filled his mouth but he ignored it, pulling her down hard while shoving himself up in short, powerful thrusts.
“Again, god! God!” Madison screamed as Susan snored. She quivered but forced herself on.
“Please please please oh god please,” the girl rambled, her paws clawing through her fur and over her breasts and over Carl’s body. She seemed unable to control the flow of words streaming from her sable muzzle. “Fill me. Fill my bitch pussy with your cum. Breed me, god yes breed me with your babies and fill me until I’m leaking with your cum covering my fur-!”
Madison howled, her floppy ears trembling and her head back as Carl grunted and his cock swelled within her pussy. He held her waist and dug his nails into the fur on her back as he came over and over.
“Baby, yes, baby,” Madison said, collapsing against him. She jerked and then lay still. “Yes.”
They lay together on the couch, panting and breathing fast. Madison’s paw slid against Carl’s chest. Her padding grabbed at the hair on his chest so she brought her hand up to slide her claws through his hair instead. He stroked her back in return, scratching down her side over and over in slow movements as they relaxed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?” she asked.
“Your,” he struggled to find the right words. “Body. This body. I don’t know what happened but I’m sorry it happened to-“
“Don’t,” she told him. “I love it. I was scared at first but it’s amazing. I feel amazing. Like a weight gone from my shoulders. And everything is just so much brighter and real somehow. I can’t explain it. And, God! The heat! That fucking-“
She ground against him slowly with a whine.
“Fucking heat,” she whimpered. “Doesn’t stop. But the orgasms. Never. Uhhh. Never felt. Anything. Like it.”
“The bed,” he growled in her ear.
She nodded, pushing off and then stumbling on legs that felt like jelly. He caught her and she smiled at him with her long, wide muzzle. Finally, she stood on her forefeet and her nails clicked against the hardwood floor. He took her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom as his wife snored loudly behind them.
The click of the lock was soon followed by Madison moaning as she lay on all fours with her tail up and her legs spread, waiting to be mounted.
—
A small tumbler lay on the end table. Carl picked it up and sipped it as he slowly scratched behind Sable’s ear beside him. The dog opened its eyes briefly and huffed.
Madison had been right – his wife had been cheating on him. For a while now. Said that once she’d started changing, she could smell him on her. And it made sense with everything else.
He took his time and hired a private investigator to follow her and take pictures. Unfortunately for her, they didn’t live in a no-fault state. She was pissed when he served her divorce papers but he didn’t care. He didn’t try to screw her over but made sure she got barely anything from him. He’d almost kept the house but decided to sell it instead. Too many bad memories.
Sable whined beside him and he gently stroked her forehead. Her tail curled tight against her body.
“It’s alright,” he whispered to her. “That’s a good girl, it’s alright.”
She stretched out, placing her head on his thigh while looking up at him with her eyes as blue as a winter’s sky.
Popping sounds filled the living room and Sable growled, closing her eyes as her spine began to lengthen. He held her and scratched her back and she licked his other hand and then whined as her hips clicked.
Her front paw touched his thigh and the claws slid against his leg until her still-short fingers gripped his slacks.
Sable’s legs strained as they lengthened, her claws scratching softly against the leather couch when her expanding body forced them to grow. Tiny bones and ligaments formed as her knee regrew into their proper shape and her calves swelled.
The dog turned to lie on her back as fat and muscle built within her haunch and her tailbone grew wide, the bones within pressing against the skin until the curves of her waist grew more defined.
Milk ducts and fatty tissue developed behind the top row of her teats. They separated from the rest of her teats as her torso grew out and the skin surrounding them bulged into tiny breasts. Wrinkled, pebbled flesh grew up around her nipples as her breast pushed out from her widening chest and her areola formed beneath her fur.
Carl caressed Madison’s muzzle as she whimpered and kicked.
“Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing her soft ear gently. “That’s a good girl, it’s alright.”
She licked his hand tentatively and then jerked again as her shoulder popped and her front legs turned into small arms. She gripped his leg tightly and pressed her head against him.
Carl’s thumb scratched the white diamond pattern on her forehead as her muzzle trembled. Bones within her snout slid and cracked until it was human sized. She growled, showing her sharp teeth but slowly crawled into his lap, pushing with her trembling legs and quivering arms as he held her tight.
The tip of her tail tapped against the couch. Already thick – his leg held welts where it had slapped against him in excitement, it grew even more dense to match her growing form.
The tapping tip of her tail turned into rapid thumping and she twisted against him when her leg sockets reattached to her hips, straddling his lap with her head bowed against his throat. Carl scratched his nails down her soft, short back fur and her tail slammed painfully into his leg.
“There she is,” he said quietly.
“Here I am,” Madison answered softly, leaning back. “Fuck. Every day and you’d think it’d get easier but it doesn’t.”
“I’m sorry, babe,” he told her.
She placed her clawed finger on his lips and then took it away and licked his mouth.
“Don’t be,” she said. “It’s still amazing. Every minute.”
“Can you slow your tail?” he asked. “It’s killing me.”
She laughed and shrugged. “Can’t, sorry. Just happy. Oh. The salmon and brown rice is definitely better than the chicken and sweet potato mix.”
“So the Purina brand?” he asked, surprised. “I thought the more expensive one would be better.”
“Eh, tastes are different,” she said. She sat up and her ears canted back as she turned her muzzle to kiss him. Her tail crashed into his leg but he ignored it and kissed her back.
“Have you figured out the ball thing yet?” he asked, breaking away.
“Ball?!” she asked and her ears perked up as she looked around. “Goddammit.”
“Wow, still?”
“I can’t help it!” she sighed. “And, no. When I’m Sable, everything is simpler. There’s less layers in my brain and everything’s more pure. And so much energy, god! I just want to run and-“
“And?” he prompted.
“Nothing,” she answered, looking away with her tail down. But then her tail curled and she smiled. “And chase! God, chasing is soooo fun. I can’t help it. The ball moves and I want to chase it.”
“Or squirrels,” he laughed, tapping her on the tip of her blackened, wet nose.
“Or squirrels,” she agreed with another sigh before licking his finger with her rough tongue. “I’m just glad I haven’t caught one yet. Kinda. Kinda glad. Maybe.”
“Will the lady be taking off her fur coat this evening?” he asked tentatively.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I still can’t control it.”
A few days after he moved out, he woke up to Sable sleeping beside him. It had been incredibly traumatic but she’d seemed happy and loving and cuddly. Like a normal dog. A little after noon, she changed back into her half-human form and described how it felt. It happened the same every day after that – changing fully into a dog between 2 and 3 am and then a hybrid after noon. Some days she continued to change slowly throughout the evening until she was fully human. Only to wake again fully a dog in the morning.
Yet it never seemed to bother her. If anything, she was more energetic and happy than ever. She said the dog form was freeing. There wasn’t anything to worry about and she was boundless.
“Do you miss her?” she asked him.
“You,” he told her. “It’s all you. And it’s sometimes nice to go out for the evening. Together.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” she said, rubbing her neck. “Can you look for a different collar? Maybe neoprene? I don’t think leather feels good.”
“Deal,” he nodded.
“Thank you,” she said, licking his face again. He opened his mouth and she wrapped her longer tongue around his with a moan. His step-daughter’s paw slipped down his body to grab his already hard cock. “Mmm, I think you enjoy this body as well, though.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough as his body responded to her.
“Good,” she growled, tugging at his zipper. “So why don’t you show me?”
He grabbed her and pulled her tight.
“No,” he said. “Not like this.”
She cocked her head and looked at him.
“On all fours, bitch,” he growled in her ear, grabbing her tail in his fist.
She shuddered and gasped and he felt an immediate wetness flood his pants.
“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned, sliding off of him.
Madison knelt and turned, raising her tail as she dropped to her hands and knees to look behind and watch Carl undress. Thick, clear liquid dripped from the engorged folds of her pussy as she knelt impatiently, waiting to be mounted.
“Good girl,” Carl said as he bent over her. “Good girl.”
Later, dogs around the neighborhood joined their howls to Madison’s as Carl filled her completely.