Why Not....

Fuck it…

Francesca couldn’t help herself, she was enjoying the display, the show, the swollen and changed cock provoking new unexpected pleasure and delight as Francesca just wallowed in how far she had managed to sink down the member in one thrust.

She could feel the painful prod of it bottoming out inside her, a deliciously pleasurable pain that prompted her to sway her crouched ass, slowly pressing herself down further, her corrupted body distending to accommodate the desired intrusion as Francesca moaned and groaned loudly, cupping and fondling her breasts all while continuing to keep gazing back at the wolf demon she strangely felt conpelled to really want.

Arching her back as she grinded closer to climax and bottoming out on the cock Francesca leaned back.

Supporting herself with one arm on her Pet's throat she growled, “HARDER!”

Pressing her breasts skyward she wallowed in the delight as she began bouncing ever more vigorously atop the twisted cock that had been so plain and simply human earlier. Closing her eyes she began to howl softly, cupping her now double D breasts flesh with one clawed hand while simply soaking in the new weight swaying against gravity on her chest.

Paul stepped closer, standing over the fox like woman stroking his shaft. He carefully looked over her now digitrade legs, black from the knee down, and orangish red on the sides and back while a pale ness remained across her front from her neck to her mons.

What fine velvety fur she developed seemed to trim the exposed bleaching skin up the insides of her legs, past her bare pussy, and up trimming her toned midriff and swollen now E cup breasts.

Francesca grinned confidently, yipping with delight while trying to reach her stretching tongue out to lap Paul’s cock on each bounce up.

“Do you like me now?” Francesca remarked proudly before stopping for a sultry moan.

Straightening upright as she continued to bounce she ran her hands across her body, finishing her inspection by pressing her breasts together. Her soul struggled to pull her inhibitions together, trying to push back in futility against Francesca’s happiness with her new corrupted form.

Her perverted mind danced in the delightful idea of her pornstar-esque physique. In the past she had debated getting implants to be able to proudly sport more figure hugging shirts and seem hotter. Where once she sought such assets to flaunt and tease, now she increasingly felt her gifts should be shared.

But I'm not a shameless slut! The thought punched through the growing sexual haze, reminding her just how few partners she had actually fucked from the long list of offers. Even in the her hey day of kink clubs there was only two or three other men her husband saw her ever with.

But now you could be.

The foreign thought quickly rallied a chorus of shameless thoughts of what did she have to lose, to hide, and just how much more she could flaunt with the talent of her tongue, the taste of her milk, the lick of her twat.

“Not yet.” Paul’s cold answer shook the overgrown confidence of the vixen Francesca had become.

Why? The insecure worry sideswiped her soul’s rallying defenses.

“Because you haven’t taken it yet…” Paul then added, grinning as Francesca smirked.

“Who owns you, Pet?” Francesca commanded between staggered breaths, her hips grabbed and pulled down across Ian’s body as he growled.

“You do.” His words rumbled lowly, his cock throbbing to cum as he refrained from doing so until he got permission, much like he had been refraining from speaking.

“Wholly and completely?” Francesca then clarified with pronounced slow hard grinds atop his crotch.

“YEESSS!!!” Her pet replied, unable to keep from cumming.

Francesca was too distracted to scold him for it, her own body rigid with a sudden surge of energy as her corruption drew the soul from the beast beneath her, sealing her Pet's fate and awakening a hunger she didn’t know she was developing.

Francesca only had a moment to bask in the glorious delight, the infernal being she had finished manifesting beneath her bucking with renewed vigor and previously unknown ****.

As Francesca bounced atop the cock that had felt like it had swollen suddenly larger within her, its knot anchoring tight within her, she struggled to grasp hold of a thought. Her mind frayed by the need for an orgasmic release, a need to rejoice at the growing pleasure, and a gnawing feeling of fear.

Whether it was fear of something forgotten, or fear of feeling incomplete Francesca couldn’t figure out.

Pawing at her tits, she gazed up from the large bouncing white orbs at the red lupine demon, noticing as his features seemed to be changing before her eyes, as he basked in the corrupt sins of his growing lineage.

Watching as Paul slowly stroked his cock behind her, as she bounced atop her husband’s changed cock shamelessly. Francesca could feel the power of Paul, her mind struggling with the new imprint on her mind, a simple term which stirred concern that tried to displace the raw selfish pleasure Francesca was seeking.

Alpha.

She couldn’t submit, there was something wrong about it.

But wasn’t she doing all this to prove value and worth?

Yipping loudly Francesca steadied herself with her clawed hands as she felt her pet cum in her once again, the warm dark seed and climax quelling the rivalrous thoughts.

Tires squealed, the tell tale screech of urgently applied brakes, and the crunch of cars colliding pulling Francesca back from the sex fueled haze, rolling off of Ian she instinctively reacted. “PET, FETCH!” Francesca commanded, clawed finger pointing straight towards the driveway where the sound had emanated from. Ian quickly darting off, white tipped tail raised high as he bayed into the night, joined by another recent pack addition as he prowled for other escapees after his recent change.

Francesca keened as Paul shuddered and moaned in pleasure, his form seeming to shift slightly once more as Paul was rewarded for his pack's ongoing successful service to the Idol.

"Cum for me..." Francesca moaned softly, standing up and taking in her new beastial posture before stepping gracefully towards Paul. Reaching a hand out towards the red canid cock Francesca gazed up pleadingly. "What could I do.. to make you want me more..." Francesca moaned softly masturbating herself as Paul simply smiled at her denying her the obedience she sought.

"You already know." Paul growled deeply, amused by the cat'o'ninetails flailing behind her ass as she paraded around him, flaunting her new canid form. Turning to flaunt her ass and invite being fucked like the animal she knew she now was.

Gazing across her body, Francesca asked herself, did she already know? Her mind was aware of her changes, her lovely, lovely changes. They were for her... weren't they? To make her more desirable, more appealing... What more could she do?