Happy Birthday, Pepper!

Pepper receives a beautiful sheep's wool sweater for her birthday, but maybe there's more to it than that. Or maybe she's just really allergic to wool.

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“Do you love it or what?”

“I love it!” Pepper cried, drawing the new sweater to her chest. It was just about the softest thing she had ever held, and fluffy. And even though it was a simple cream color, that made it more elegant and formal. She could wear it to work!

“It’s made out of a hundred percent wool.”

Pepper looked up at Elaine, a huge smile on her face, and beamed even wider. “Awesome. No really, it’s gorgeous. I’m going to wear it everywhere.”

Elaine grinned, her powder-blue eyes glimmering in the low sunlight that filtered through the window. Then she stood, her long, slender body as graceful as ever in her long teal gown. She never failed to look her best, even on the most casual days, even when Pepper herself was dressed in a t-shirt and jean shorts. She swayed over to Pepper and planted an affectionate kiss on her forehead, her long necklace bumping against Pepper’s small breasts. Pepper giggled and threw her arms around Elaine, always affectionate when Elaine was elegant, and eventually her friend descended into the giggling and laughing of old.

“Stop, stop it!” Pepper gasped at last when she ran out of breath. “I want to put it on.”

Elaine sat on the edge of the chair as Pepper wiggled into the sweater, her arms over her head. It caught on her head for a moment, ruffling her black curls until she finally found the hole for her head and pulled it through, her hair tumbling down her back after it. She gasped as she ran her hands along her stomach, feeling how soft it was, and how well made. At last she looked back up at Elaine and said, “It’s perfect.”

“I’m really glad. I saw it and immediately thought of you.” She ran a hand through her graying brown hair and sighed. “But I’m sorry, sweetie. I promised Tim I would watch a movie with her before the month ends, and it is now the last day of the month.”

“Well, I’m so glad you could spare a little time to spend with me,” Pepper teased. She didn’t feel badly, of course, because Elaine was always making room for her. But it didn’t stop that little tear in her heart from aching, because she would forever be in love with her best friend, and Elaine would never know. Elaine certainly felt no attraction for her, and so instead of confrontation, Pepper always chose to yearn in silence beside her.

“Darling, I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Elaine picked up her purse and blew a handful of kisses in farewell. “Happy Birthday, and do something fun for yourself today!”

“Yeah, yeah, you got it.”

With a wave, Pepper watched as Elaine disappeared behind the door and heard the latch snap closed. She hugged herself with a little smile feeling warm and comfortable in the sweater. It was smooth and thick, and…kind of itchy? Pepper squirmed in her seat and scratched her stomach. The wool was so smooth, made to be worn close to the body, but still she was starting to itch all over. Was it possible she was allergic to something in it? But it was supposed to be completely wool!

She was getting hot as well. It wasn’t hot in the apartment in any way, but she could feel herself beginning to sweat under her arms and her breasts, and shivered as a single drop rolled down the center of her back. Her cheeks were flushed, and she wiped her forehead dry. Quickly, and trying to scratch herself with one hand at the same time, she pulled the sweater back over her head and tossed it over the chair’s arm.

“Oh, what,” she groaned, feeling even hotter. She should have felt relief with her arms exposed, but she felt like everything was getting worse.

Standing on unsteady feet, Pepper wiped her face on her arm and then took off her thin t-shirt, followed by her bra. Her skin was flushed, her long hair already damp as it fell over her shoulders. As her chest heaved with each breath, she grabbed her small, pert breasts and groaned. She pressed them tightly to her chest, overcome with a heat unlike anything she had ever felt before. Beneath her palms, her nipples were erect and rubbed against her skin.

She felt incredible. She felt…alive.

Pepper’s mouth fell open, and her eyes closed as all the heat in her body pooled between her legs. She fell to her knees and released a long, pent-up moan. “Nngh—yesss,” she made a sound like something between a moan and long, slow giggling. She felt drunk and warm, like everything was happening in slow motion, and her pussy tingled with pleasure.

Never in her life had she felt so horny. It was almost unbearable, but she loved it all the same, the need coursing through her trembling limbs.

A single strand of Pepper’s curly, dark hair began to turn white at the root.

It spread slowly at first, following the curve of her hair carefully, before the color shot downward until it reached the tip at her upper back. Her hair was shaggy and layered, and from that single strand, more of it began to turn white. Once it started, it was like a virus, expanding and accelerating, until nearly half of her head had turned into soft white curls. As Pepper sat her plump ass on the shag carpet, her toenails began to turn black, and the dark, unshaven hair on her arms and legs thickened. She began to rock her clit against the carpet, giggling as she did so.

She could feel it coming, the tension building in her as she grew closer to orgasm. “Mmmb—! Mm—ahh!” she cried, unable to form words in her ecstasy. Her voice kept catching, stopping itself as she tried to exhale. “Mmmb—! B—! Mmbah! Bah!”

The sound came in soft, clipped breaths, but threatened to linger longer each time her arousal grew. Pepper ground her pussy into the carpet as she thrust her hips downward, bathing in the pleasure that lit up her body. “Mmmb—! Mmbah! Baa! Mm—baaahh! Baaah!”

Pepper bleated as she came, wildly and messily into the carpet, and cried as her orgasm lingered. Ten seconds, eleven seconds. She lost count as her pussy continued to clamp open and shut, and her clit continued trembling as the orgasm continued far longer than it should have. Pepper fell backward and thrust her hips into the air, almost wishing for it to stop, it felt so good. Then, finally, the orgasm faded and she could set her hips back down on the floor. Her clitoris ached, and there was a faint pain somewhere deep inside her, but it was a nice, pleasurable pain. She kind of wanted to do it again.

“Wow,” Her voice was a quiet murmur as she breathed heavily. She didn’t have a particularly high libido, but that was certainly the best experience she could remember. She lay peacefully on the floor, her arms and legs spread wide, and relaxed in the glow of her powerful orgasm.

The bridge of her nose widened, creaking slightly as the cartilage stretched. On the tip, tiny black spots pressed up from under her skin, looking more like blackheads until they grew in size and completely enveloped her nose. They grew around the delicate skin of her nostrils and tickled the sensitive skin, and Pepper sneezed several times until her airway widened and a host of new smells filtered in. The smell of her orgasm dripping along the inside of her thighs, the un-vacuumed dust in the carpet, the trash all the way in the kitchen, the smell of the sheep whose wool was used for the sweater. Pepper turned her head to gaze at the sweater tossed onto the chair, imagining the sheep before the wool had been sheared off.

It was definitely a female, and Pepper thought of her eating, nibbling on tender blades of grass, caring for her lambs ever year, submitting herself to a handsome, powerful ram—

What? Had she really been thinking about a male animal like that? Pepper shook her head again and sat up slowly. Her jean shorts dug into the flesh of her thighs, and she shifted uncomfortably. She couldn’t believe she had been thinking about sheep fucking, about a male showing its prowess by mounting a female and shoving its cock inside—

“Ew!” she squealed, covering her face in shame. That was so vile! Why was she thinking about that?!

Pushing herself off the ground to clear her mind, Pepper padded on her tiptoes to the bathroom to wash her face and refresh herself. She flipped the lights on when she entered, but didn’t look immediately up into the mirror, focused on the sink. She sighed as the cool water flowed over her face with every handful. Then she took a long drink from her hands and smiled, turning off the faucet and raising her eyes to the large mirror.

“What the fuck!” she cried as she met a strange face as her reflection. She grabbed her voluminous hair, now a creamy, almost completely white. “H-how did this happen?”

She was so entirely distracted by her hair that she nearly didn’t notice her wide, black-pebbled nose. Then her eyes locked onto the unnatural color and her mouth fell open. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with my nose?” She poked and prodded at it, trying to find the source of the dark spots. They were barely even spots anymore—it was as if her entire nose had simply changed into a black, velvety texture, and now the bridge was three times as wide as it should have been. She looked like some weird kind of freak!

Pepper grabbed her belly and groaned as her abdomen clenched suddenly. Her stomach began to reform, dividing into four chambers to prepare for the fermentation of her food. She burped and whined in discomfort, stumbling out of the bathroom and into the kitchen for ice water. It was one of the only things that could settle her stomach, and she was starting to feel increasingly nauseous as her organs shifted about slightly inside her. On her arms and legs, more black hair sprouted, thickening but remaining relatively short. She guzzled the water from a tall plastic glass once it was filled, cup after cup, until she felt quenched and the pain in her stomach subsided.

“What’s going on with me?” Pepper held a hand over her swiftly-beating heart. She was still bare chested, still slightly overheated, but she was starting to feel better.

When she reached for her cup to fill it up again, she gasped as she noticed the thick black hair covering her arms. She shrieked and tried to brush it off, becoming more hysterical as she realized that she couldn’t. Then she gasped as her breasts swelled, full and heavy on her chest, and her nipples hardened again. She could feel her back protesting as her shoulders slumped slightly with the weight, a heat growing low in her belly at the sensation of her hands on her chest. In no time at all they were at least twice the size they had been.

“Oh no, oh no no nononono!” she cried, overwhelmed. Why was there so much hair? And why was the hair on her head white now? She could see it out of the corner of her eye, curling over her shoulder. And now her breasts were swollen? There was no way she was going to fit into her modest bras now, and she really needed the support.

As she held her new breasts in her hands, they scarcely balanced in her palms. She didn’t know a lot about large sizes, but she figured she had at least DDs now. “They’re so heavy,” Pepper complained, starting to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. “And so…mmm…big.”

Everything was starting to feel so wrong! Her shorts were so tight now that she was thinking of taking them off, and—was she standing on her tiptoes?

Pepper looked down to where she stood on the balls of her feet and made another shocked sound as she bent one knee and lifted her foot behind her, turning her head to see. Her toenails were completely black, and her four small toes were—

She grabbed her foot, falling down in the process, and brought her leg around to the front to better see how her toes were stuck together. “Oh fuck. No, please don’t do that!” she grunted as she tried to pull her toes apart, but they seemed to have fused together. She could still see four individual toes, but as much as she flexed her muscles and pulled with her fingers, they would not separate. It was the same on her other foot, and she noticed her fingernails were black as well.

Then her toes began to shrink, melting into one another as their nails fused into one. Her large toe swelled until they were about the same size. She screamed as her bones began to fuse, four toes melding agonizingly into one. Her nails thickened and grew over the tips of her toes, rather triangular in their unfolding shape.

“Are these…hooves?” Pepper asked in a small, tear-filled voice. “Why do I have hooves?”

She was turning into some kind of monster, and it only seemed to be getting worse. The hair on her legs spread downward, covering her foot until all that remained was some pseudo-human-goat foot. Like…a demon? Demons could have goat hooves, right? Was she…Pepper shivered as she cried, confused and scared as her body continued to change.

What pain there was had faded, leaving her weak and fevered. She crawled her way back to the living room where her gifts had been left opened and forgotten, and found her phone stuck between the cushions of the chair. With stiffening fingers, she dialed 911. If there was anyone who would be able to help her, paramedics and doctors could help her. She stared at the screen, waiting for the call to connect, watching as it continued to ring with a sinking dread growing in her stomach. It couldn’t just ring endlessly, right? Someone had to pick up. She had never called in an emergency before, but this didn’t seem right.

“Fuck, come on!” Pepper shouted at her phone as she scratched at her abdomen. It was already fuzzy, covered in a faint layer of wispy, creamy white hairs.

Impatient, and convinced now that the call was not going to connect, Pepper whimpered and threw her phone to the ground. She covered her face in her hands and couldn’t stop herself from moaning as the heat returned once again. Between her legs, she could already feel how wet she was, how ready and willing she could be—no! “Nooo,” she moaned again, pulling her hands away from her crotch.

She needed help, and she needed it now. If 911 wasn’t working, could she drive to the hospital? With another glance down at her abominable black hooves, she knew it was hopeless. She didn’t even know if she could even walk on them. With a careful, steady progress, Pepper pushed herself up, ass in the air first, onto her new, delicate feet. She teetered for a moment, her arms out to help her balance, what remained of her toes facing each other as she bent her knees slightly. She couldn’t even stand on her full foot now, resigned to balancing on the hooves that had grown out of her toenails.

As she took an unsteady step forward, she gasped as her heavy chest jiggled, completely unrestrained without a shirt, and slid an inch down her chest.

“What the fuck?” Pepper demanded in shock, grasping her chest and trying to hold it up as it continued to move downward. “Ohh,” she moaned, overcome with the strange sensation of the fat moving, the weight changing, and sliding, and rolling over the rounded planes of her stomach.

“Don’t—don’t go down there,” she pleaded at last, still holding her breasts as they finally stopped low on her belly, just above the thickening black fur on her crotch. They pressed uncomfortably against the band of her shorts, until she was forced to pull them down her thick, furry legs and remove them. Her nipples had grown several centimeters longer, unnaturally long, and were almost painfully erect. But even through the pain she could feel the pleasure of it brimming beneath the surface. Her breasts looked more like the teats of some kind of animal—a goat no less, or so it seemed—but she couldn’t resist the temptation to lift her hand and grip her nipple with her thumb and forefinger. A high, tight sound of delight pressed out of her throat, before she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Her fingers slammed into her nose as she raised her hand, miscalculating how far forward her mouth now stuck. Her eyes widened, and her hands wrapped around what was now a tiny muzzle. With shaking, lumbering steps, Pepper raced back to the bathroom to see what her face looked like now. She bit her lip when her new teats bounced between her tummy and her thighs. Each step sent wonderful twinges to her pussy…and she was starting to like it.

But she despaired when she saw the strange, almost bovine face looking back at her in the mirror. It was long and soft, her velvety black nose ending in almost a triangular shape. Her top lip had split down the middle and each side puffed up beneath her nose. Her long, off-white curls spilled down around an increasingly unfamiliar face, and when she leaned in close, Pepper gasped as she saw the pink of her lips taken over like watercolors by a distinct black hue. Then the color spread, creeping up her lips and down her chin as more black hairs spread quickly along her jaw.

Without even thinking, Pepper turned on the tap and tried to scrub the changes away from her face. It couldn’t be real. It had to just be some kind of joke, a trick, an allergic reaction, maybe? Was she sick? Did she have a fever? The hair continued to spread up her cheeks, followed shortly by the black changing her skin. When she pulled the thick hair away from her arms, she saw the skin there had changed color too. But it was still pale on her torso, only mottled between light and dark where it altered at her shoulders.

She looked sadly in the mirror and pulled on the long, fuzzy ears that stuck out from the side of her head. Her hair couldn’t even hide them anymore, and she watched as they stretched again, longer than they were wide.

“This is so ba-aaad!” she tried to say, but bit her lip with her flat teeth when her voice caught on the vowel. She thought briefly about her new sweater and shivered. “Am I…becoming a sheep?”

Pepper imagined herself completely transformed into one of the animals, content only to graze on tender grass and make babies and grow their wool. Wool…she didn’t have any wool, she thought, gently brushing the wispy hairs on her newly flat chest. It was an extremely odd feeling to run her palms against the flat skin of her soft pectoral muscles, not even any nipples left on top to remind her that she used to be a w-woman, that now she was just an animal. Pepper shivered again, lifting her thick-nailed hands away from her body. She was starting to feel a little cold, and why…why was she disappointed not to have wool of her own? Sure, it might have been nice to have her own coat to keep her warm, instead of having to wear silly human clothes, and it was sure to feel really good on her skin, but—but males wouldn’t want to breed her if she didn’t have a nice coat of wool to show off to him. If she was naked, she wouldn’t be a good choice for a mate! She wouldn’t be able to have lambs of her own!

“Bah—what?” Pepper nearly squealed as she realized where she had let her mind wander. How could she have thought those things! She wasn’t an animal! She certainly didn’t want lambs!

“I’m back for my coat, darling!”

Elaine’s voice called to her as the front door opened. Pepper spun her head in the direction of the voice with newfound hope. Elaine could help her. Elaine would know what to do. Her beloved Elaine, she would take charge of the situation and figure out how to save her from becoming a sheep.

As quickly as she could, still unsteady on her fragile cloven sheep hooves, she raced out to the living room and collided with Elaine as she rounded the corner. With a soothing, parental noise, Elaine caught her and set her on her feet. “Gosh, you’re in a rush, sweetie.”

“Hel—baah! Help—baaahh! Elaine, help me!” Pepper gasped, already out of breath. With stiff, black-tipped fingers, she gripped tightly to Elaine’s dress and begged. Her pupils were wide in her eyes, starting to push out the green of her irises. The backs of her hands were covered in short hair, and the skin of her chubby fingers had turned the same black color. Her fingernails had grown smooth and shiny around her fingertips, and she had lost her pinkie on each hand. Above her belly button, new off-white hairs sprouted thick and long, marching in a straight line up the middle of her chest until it spread to the sides and blanketed her entire torso. The woolly hairs curled tightly around themselves, interlocking as they built a thickening pelt around her body.

Her skin twitched and tickled as it spread, sending delicious feelings to her cunt, and…and she really…

“…silly me. I am so scatterbrained these days.”

Pepper blinked and turned her head sluggishly upwards towards the voice. Elaine was on the other side of the room, leaning over to pick up her long, elegant coat. Then she slowly blinked again and looked down to where she was fingering herself on the floor, two buried deep inside as she rolled her thumb against her clit. Her other hand gripped one of her b—teats? She gasped and ripped her hand away, nearly regretting it as she realized how good it had felt. “What? B—No. E-Elaine! You have to help ba—me!”

Elaine did not turn to look at her as she replied. Her voice was calm and even, soothing as it always was. “Help you with what, Pepper, darling?”

She didn’t know? Maybe she hadn’t seen when Pepper had run into her, just helped her up and gone to pick up her coat. It was unlikely, but it had to be possible. Otherwise…wouldn’t she have noticed? Pepper looked down at herself and whimpered at the thick wool that covered her body so thickly, so snugly. It had grown over the roll of her shoulders like a t-shirt, and partway down her thighs like a pair of short-shorts, until the white faded into short black hair. She was hairless around her teats, a tiny bit up to her belly button and on her inner thighs. Why was it so comfortable, and warm, and right? This was bad.

“I’m a baaah! Baaah! No, I mean I’m baaahh! Bah—baah! Fuck! There’s something ba—wrong with baaah! Mmme—baaahh!”

“Use your words for me, sweetheart,” Elaine urged gently. Pepper stared up at her, so tall and elegant and beautiful as she swung herself into her coat. But she wasn’t looking. She wasn’t looking. Why was she speaking like that? She was so beautiful, so breathtakingly stunning, but…Pepper looked sadly down at Elaine’s flat crotch. Why…why didn’t she have a cock?

Pepper sat up straight and shook her head. Why was she thinking about cock? She didn’t like cock. “Mmm…don’t like c-cock,” she mumbled, averting her eyes from Elaine’s body even as her imagination began to make vivid images of the woman with a significant bulge tight against her pants. God, why was it so hot? “Like, mmm…c-cunt. Please…I need c…c-cock!”

Pepper whimpered as the words came out of her mouth, and she knew they were true. She needed a man to fuck her until she couldn’t stand on two legs. “Mmnn! Nooo!” she whined pitifully.

A new bone sprouted at the end of her spine, quickly overtaken by a woolly layer as her new tail grew a couple inches in length, flapping wildly against her plump ass. She pulled her upper body forward as she bleated loudly, her pussy dragging against the ground. “Ohh, I need it,” she whimpered, nearly standing on four limbs as she moved her legs out of the way of her dripping, needy cunt. “Baah! Mm—Baaahh!”

Her tiny orgasm surprised her, caught between the ecstasy of her body and the fear of the animal she was becoming. Then her limbs shook and she collapsed in a heap, feeling like she was starting to wake up a little bit. She knew she had to stand up, but why did it have to be on two legs? It was much more comfortable for her to be on four legs, even if her arms were a lot shorter, and it made her stick her big ass in the air. Even if it felt so good to stand on four legs, her black-lipped pussy nestled beneath her asshole and dripping in the open air. She had to stand on two legs because she was a person, and not like those animals who stood on four.

Pepper giggled and lumbered forward two steps on all fours before she drew her hands back to her hooves, ass high in the air, and pushed upwards onto two legs. Her steps crossed over each other as she staggered forward drunkenly, intoxicated by the idea of being so small and curvy next to Elaine’s husband Tim, so tall and strong and —what?

No. No no no.

Pepper felt like she was about to vomit. No. She couldn’t have just thought that. Tim? She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away when even the thought of the man sent a spike of pleasure to her clit. No. She was Pepper! She was a lesbian! She…she liked girls. She may have been a sheep, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t like girls, right? She…she needed…to be fucked? But she didn’t need anyone to help her with that. She was sure of that! Little sheep like her didn’t need…a man, did they? She didn't need a ram to fuck her so full her tummy swelled!

“Nnugh—Elaine! I’m—baaah! I’m a sheep!” she bleated, feeling the pleasant fog dissipate for a moment, though it still swirled in the back of her mind. She really needed help! She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on to herself. “I’m all woolly…” she moaned, unable to stop herself from rubbing her velvety hands against her teats. “Baah—I have hooves! Baaahh! I’m baaah—ing, for mmbbbaaa—for god’s sake!”

“I know that sweetie.” Elaine’s voice was as soft and even as ever, as if it wasn’t anything to be worried about. But she sounded confused as well. “Is everything all right?”

“Nooo” Pepper moaned, rubbing her hands through her wool and writhing at the sensation of it pulling against her skin. Then she jumped forward, tripping over her hooves, and fell into Elaine’s arms with a cry. “Baaah! I shouldn’t baa-be a sheep! I’m—baaah! Baahh—girl!”

Elaine smiled, her gentle, lined face so calming and serene. “Oh, you silly girl. Are you playing human again?”

“What?” Pepper cried, gripping her tightly.

“Did you find anything you like here you want to take back home?”

Pepper blinked slowly and shook her head, confused. “H-home?”

“Oh, you silly girl!” Elaine scratched her vigorously behind the ears, and despite herself, Pepper found herself leaning into the sensation. She could still remind Elaine who she was. It just felt really, really good. That didn’t mean she was some kind of pet. Pepper giggled as her leg kicked and Elaine found the perfect spot on her neck. She loved when Elaine pet her. It was almost as good as when she fingered Pepper to near orgasm for hours, or when she let Tim fuck her until he was satisfied.

“No nononono I don’t want to baaah—fuck him! Baaah! Bah—baaahh! Please!” Pepper tried to pull away from Elaine, but she held fast, strong but gentle.

“All right, all right. I didn’t mean to upset you, now. Let’s get you home where you feel safe.” Before she could even react, Elaine had tied a long pink ribbon through her hair and kissed her forehead several times. She tried not to melt at the feeling, the warm love that bubbled up inside her. She wasn’t—she didn’t live with them!

But wouldn’t it be nice to go with her?

Pepper faltered, really thinking about it. It was true. Life had gotten so much harder now, and even though she wanted to live alone, maybe she did need a little help. Especially when she got so horny. Pepper giggled to think about it. She really was no good at finding big men to help fuck her when she needed it, but with Elaine, she would always have Tim to help her. They really were so generous to let her live with them, and they worked hard to make her feel welcome and happy. And besides, they had a lovely big lawn for her, and she had never had more than a muddy, fenced-in plot. She loved to play on the grass.

“It’ll baah! Baaahh—nice?” she asked, unable to stop herself from bleating. She scarcely even noticed that she did it now, only flicking her tail when the vibrations gave her pussy a tiny bit of attention.

“I promise, darling.” Elaine held out her hand and Pepper took it with a smile and a giggle. The tiniest part of her still fought, and she blinked as she wondered why she wanted to stay. Then she bleated and stamped out the last remnant of her mean, ugly, old self so she could focus on how good she felt. And she felt really good. Her pussy was wet, already hot and dripping down her thighs as she followed Elaine out what used to be her front door, and into a new world of endless pleasure and comfort.