The inevitable change strikes

You suffered from hunger and thirst alone in the jail cell for a few days. No matter how many times you cried out loudly, nobody came. The station was completely silent and you didn't have a faint idea about where all the police officers were.

You woke up again, staring at the same ceiling. You were too weak to even move your limbs. You lost all hope as you just stayed in bed and accepted your ****.

But something was different this time. An excruciating pain began to spread from your spine. You screamed, but that didn't help at all. When that pain reached the skin, it was so insufferable that you ripped your clothes apart. You gritted your teeth and curled up naked in bed, hoping that the pain would pass quickly. However, it was just the beginning.

Your bone structure was beginning to change, as was your flesh. You heard cracking sounds coming from your back, each one accompanied by a wave of bone-breaking pain.

The first notable changes you felt were your canines. Pain spread through your gums as all your 4 canines were elongating and sharpening. You put a shaking finger in your mouth, and all you got was a cut. You sucked your own blood immediately, but soon you realized that the canines were almost too long for your mouth to close.

When you pulled out your finger, you found the nail growing longer and sharper, too, as were those on other fingers. But you couldn't concentrate anymore. The terrible headache from the morphing of your pointy ears made you close your eyes and scream aloud.

Your skin was itchy, but you didn't dare to scratch because of the fingernails. Black fur emerged from below and quickly covered your deformed arms, your back, and eventually your whole body. Finally, a fluffy tail protruded through your tailbone, causing an unbearable sensation of agony. You wished you had passed out, but you didn't. Your senses were so heightened that you could feel every second of it clearly.

When everything began to calm down, you took heavy breaths and slowly opened your eyes. The jail cell was no longer the same. The room was filled with flickering lights and you could even hear the mice running in the walls. You stood up from the bed and growled at the ceiling contentedly.

Your twisted didn't know exactly what happened to you. Didn't care, to be more precise. But you did feel very powerful, despite the gut-wrenching hunger in your stomach. You walked towards the door and easily pulled it off from the frame. You were finally free.

ou roamed in the corridor, and sadly you haven't found anyone in the jail, not officers or prisoners. So you kept moving forward, going upstairs. Everything in the police station was already a mess. Blood stains, paper files and bullet holes were everywhere. And again, you didn't care what had happened. All you wanted was a warm, delicious meal.

And you found it on the second floor. You smelled a scent, blood mixed with cheap perfume, and traced it to the infirmary. It was a female police officer, the one who accompanied the big guy who shot you in the alley. You remembered her face. You remembered her smell.

Hannah was treating the scratch wounds on her arm, with fearful tears in her eyes. She heard a low growl coming from the door and immediately lifted her head, holding a pistol in her hand. She must have recognized you, too, as she looked shocked and paused for a few seconds before she pulled the trigger. The gun was never fired. It was empty.

"No... No!" She cried in despair as she kept pulling the trigger. Nothing changed.

You charged at her and slammed her against the wall behind her. Hannah couldn't put up a fight anymore as her head was buzzing from the concussion. You smiled and sniffed her body, following the scent of blood, and eventually grabbed her bleeding arm with your claws.

You sank your sharp new canines into her skin, and swiftly pulled away. A chunk of meat was torn off from Hannah's arm, and blood began to splash everywhere. You chewed carefully, enjoying that piece of fresh meat covered in coppery blood that gushed into your mouth before you swallowed. The hunger that had been gnawing at your insides finally began to fade. You felt the strength coursing through your veins, erecting your enlarged manhood which had another hunger yet to be satiated down there.

Hannah moaned with her last breath, passed out from the pain immediately, and her body started to grow limp. You didn't want to waste your food, so you took a few more bites before her body lost its temperature.

You licked the last drop of blood from your lips, and felt the power thrumming under your fur. Your dick was throbbing, but neither it nor you had any interest in a cold corpse.

You turned away from Hannah's dead body and padded toward the window, shoving the heavy metal frame out of the way with one swipe of your clawed paw. The night air hit your nose, carrying a hundred different scents you had never noticed before - meat, blood and sex all around the town. You looked down at your paws, at the sharp black claws and thick fur covering them, and let out another low growl, this one not of pain, but of primal instincts. You jumped, and landed on the ground unharmed.

The streets of Howland Town were filled with abandoned and burning cars. You wandered mindlessly on the street, looking for some fleshy holes to put your dick in. Around the next corner, you found an occupied one, unfortunately.

You saw someone who looked like you, with gray fur and a tail, fucking a young, blonde girl in front of the clothing store. There were two pairs of puncture wounds on the girl's neck, still bleeding. But the girl seemed to be enjoying this as she smirked and moaned happily.

The beast noticed your presence, lifted his head and stared at you angrily, while continuing to thrust into the poor girl under him. "Go find your own meal, squirt." He growled and ignored you afterwards.

The scene stirred your mind. You suddenly remembered that a certain someone was waiting for you somewhere. Someone very close to you. Someone you could fuck freely and wouldn't even complain. Someone who might be as fragile yet delicious as the young blonde over there.

The man was too busy fucking his prey to notice that you had already sneaked up behind him. You clamped your claw around his throat and tore it out, and he collapsed immediately, gurgling his last breath.

The blonde girl pushed herself up and looked at you with her dazed eyes for a few seconds before she gave you an inviting smile. Your dick jerked heavily at the sight, and you shoved the dead beast's body aside just to jump on top of her. Her fear, her flesh, her sex... all smelled so good... You lined your swollen tip up against her wet entrance and pushed in hard, sheathing the whole length in one rough thrust that made her scream and clench around you.

You fucked the poor girl hard until she passed out from blood loss. You pulled your manhood out of her, stood there for a moment and just watched. She would live, she would change, but she wasn't the one you desired. You didn't remember who that was, but you believed you could find them.

Following your instinct, you arrived at the hotel. Screams and moans were echoing in the building, blood was all over the reception desk, but you didn't care. Room 306 was where you were headed.

You busted the door open with your strengthened paws and walked inside. The room was dark, no one was there but everything inside was neat and tidy. It looked like whoever stayed in this room just left calmly, rather than in a panic. You sniffed hungrily at the air filled with the girl's scent in the room, whoever she might be, hoping to find out where she had gone, dreaming the craziness you would bestow on her once you found her.

But your dream came to an end abruptly.

A bolt shot through your lung from behind. It was plated with silver and the insufferable pain coming from your chest immobilized you almost immediately. You fell on the floor, growling helplessly.

You saw someone entering the room from your side vision. It was a young lady wearing a red riding hood and holding a crossbow. She approached you carefully while reloading another silver bolt. You tried your best to move your body or arms, but you failed nonetheless.

She aimed at your head and pulled the trigger again. Skull was pierced, brain was shattered, and everything went silent after that.