Birth of the Red Beast

In the dark heart of the laboratory, where the green lights pulsed like the breath of something alive, she changed.

At first, it was subtle a twitch, a tremor under the taut skin of her body but soon it surged, unstoppable. Her chest heaved violently as her breasts began to swell, ballooning with obscene rapidity. The green latex straps across her body groaned and split apart, unable to contain the sheer size of her newly-forged curves. Her nipples, engorged and hyper-sensitive, jutted forward, begging for touch, for use, for worship.

A low, primal moan escaped her throat but her voice was already slipping away, twisted into something new.

Her tongue, thick and wet, pulsed inside her mouth. It pressed harder against her teeth, growing, thickening, drooling. Each heartbeat fed it more mass until it hung lewdly from her jaws, slick and throbbing with its own maddening sensitivity.

The bones in her face creaked and snapped as her muzzle pushed outward, reshaping. Her lips parted in a grimace of pain or was it pleasure? as her jaw elongated, her nostrils flaring wider, her teeth sharpening into savage, beautiful weapons.

Every millimeter of growth felt like a filthy orgasm in her skull. She threw her head back and howled — a long, broken cry that echoed through the lab like a siren of flesh.

And lower... something far more obscene awakened.

Between her legs, her flesh stirred violently. Her labia, still puffy and dripping from the chemical surge, pulsed and swelled and then, with a wet, obscene pop, a new organ forced its way outward.

Her cock massive, heavy, angry burst into existence.

Thick veins pulsed angrily along its slick, stretching surface. The sheer weight of it made her hips buck instinctively, the raw, hungry need in her body now unbearable. Pearly pre-cum gushed from the tip in fat strings, drooling onto her thighs and pooling beneath her.

Her balls dropped heavily, each one churning with fertile, thick potential. They ached. She ached. Every nerve was on fire with craving, a filthy symphony of mutation and need.

She was no longer human.
No longer animal.
She was creation through lust and she was starving for release.

Without thought, her clawed hand seized her cock. The moment her fingers curled around the thick, steaming shaft, her entire body jerked hips thrusting up involuntarily into her own grip.

A guttural snarl ripped from her newly-forged throat. She started stroking slow, heavy movements at first, savoring the obscene slickness of her own juices coating her throbbing flesh. Her tongue lolled out further, drooling messily over her heaving chest and cock alike.

Her hips bucked wildly, desperate for friction, for sensation. She squeezed her swollen balls with her free hand, feeling the boiling load within, demanding to be unleashed.

The wet slap of her stroking filled the room, joining the heavy panting of her breath and the gurgling of the lab equipment that had given birth to her. Her thick tail lashed the floor behind her as her pleasure built higher, higher, an unbearable crest of molten lust that refused to be denied.

She tilted her head back, jaws open wide, as her body seized.

The first blast of her cum erupted violently from the tip of her cock, splattering across her chest, her neck, her open mouth. She groaned low and guttural, pumping herself through it, thick ropes of seed splashing onto her heaving breasts and dripping down her taut stomach.

Again and again she came, each pulse of her cock forcing her muscles to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. Her paws dug into the slick floor as she rode it out, waves of blinding, savage pleasure leaving her gasping and trembling.

When the final shudder passed through her, she collapsed back onto the floor slick, glistening, utterly debauched. Her long tongue slithered out, lazily lapping up the messy trails of her own seed from her fur, savoring the taste of her own creation.

But the hunger was not gone.
Not even close.

As her cock slowly softened, twitching against her cum-slicked belly, a new tremor ran through her still changing form.

The chemicals... the transformation... it wasn’t done yet.

Her cock twitched and thickened once again faster this time, heavier, hungrier. Her balls churned, visibly swelling, heavy and tight with fresh, potent seed. Her puffy, wet pussy throbbed in tandem, leaking steadily, desperate to be filled or to fill.

She grinned wickedly, her sharp teeth glinting in the neon green light.

There was no stopping it now.
She would find prey soon enough.
She would breed, she would mutate, she would create more like herself.

But first...
Her clawed fingers slid back down, wrapping around her hardening cock with a filthy, eager growl.
The night was still young.

And her body had so much more pleasure to give.