It's Tamed...but Embraced

A low hissing exhale passes through your now jet black lips. You can feel that primal, bestial drive receding from your mind but at the same time the thought of spreading your new affliction, no your blessing, is almost enough to make you wet. You run your now clawed hands over your body which has undergone its' own changes - your skin is a completely unnatural pale shade except at your arms and legs which grow dark to the point of jet black at the hands and feet. Your figure has grown sexier, a bigger and firmer bust and ass, but also more muscular as well.

Your thoughts turn to Morgan. You had been too cowardly to act on your feelings but now you can imagine it. You'll be gentle of course, at least at first. But one way or another you'll drink every drop and then you'll watch as she turns. Then when she rises you won't just have her as a lover, she'll be with you as you spread and spread. You won't stop until your brood overtakes the entire city!

You were so busy pleasuring yourself, mentally and physically, you hadn't noticed a pressure building in your back. Suddenly it erupts, a large pair of bat-like wings exploding out of your back. Surprisingly it doesn't hurt at all, although your new appendages feel sensitive...in a good way.

But you can't dwell on it because you hear something. Your ears, now long and pointed, can pick up the noise of something approaching the room. Hopefully someone that can slake your thirst.