As she spasmed and shook involuntarily, a distant part of her brain wondered where that cat yowling was coming from...then realized it was coming from her. The thought was almost enough to drive her to a second climax...or really, a fourth, counting the other ones within the past half hour that she'd been transforming. She was a sodden, disheveled mess...a mewling, groping, clawing creature, lost in the passion of her own debasement. Every part of her new body turned her on, from her new columns of nipples to her paw pads...she couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop...
ToastyMouse
2025-05-25 09:28:00 +0000 UTC