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On cow hat anon, I can not tell you how much I think about this sort of thing

Also sorry for delay, been busy!

Maybe she was a friend before, and after eating from a food truck called "unidentified food object" and getting a meal called "the outer space replite" I've been watching over her as she started to change...

But she's becoming quite monsterous, I know I go for the design alot, but there's something just hot of kajiu/replite mutated human with glowing bits. Just become larger, towering over me. Hands have become more reptilian, with long claws that glow green, especially in the dark. Legs strong, with the hide going up to her waist, all be it softer then her lower legs, but still leaving her with juicy thighs you want to be inbetween, even if you know it'll kill you to be squished. Feet as well, large to support her new changes, covered in a thick dark hide, if only the claws didn't scratch the wood flooring...

Huge lizard line tail, lined with retractable, glowing, spikes, it's size so huge when resting just sits on the floor, but she can control it, grab me and bring me to her. Or just wrap my legs in it so she can kiss me and lick me...covering me in her glowing salvia which I think may be contributing to something later

Sharp teeth, mouth is glowing green instead of not glowing and being pink, a long glowing tongue, able to wrap around many thing, like a Popsicle I was eating, or my cock. Two massive protruding horns out of the top of her head, one she loves getting rubbed.

And of course a huge monsterous chest, a menace to any shirt or bra around, as she overheats alot, and needs those puppies free.

But this is all the changes so far, perhaps more will happen once she reaches her next stage

One she finds me helping her achieve...

at first she said it was just a regular illness, nothing to worry about. But she had to cancel more and more of are hang outs. Some of her coworkers asked me to go check up on her

But what I saw in her apartment was her..changed. some of the changes already started, but she was jerking off hard, not caring that I was seeing her, she just kept jerking off with a dildo, begging for the heat to go down.

I gave her some privacy, and after the commotion died down, I went back in to ask what was going on. She explained that ever since she ate that funky food, she's been changing, new thoughts in her head, new feelings. She had to take breaks at work after a while just cause the heat wouldn't go down, that she was missing something... She felt something was wrong, and thought maybe if she just stayed home nothing bad would happen. But it made things worse, made her more horny, more empty. She kept buying toys, hoping that would help, but it just slowed it down. She needed to go out, see people, and it was taking everything she had to stop herself.

But now I was here, and I could help.

Sure we flirted a bit before, we teased each other, even shared a few personal things, but nothing like this. She was getting closer to me, her hand on me as she asked if I could do a tiny favor for her.

But that's where it all went down hill, or uphill, depending on your view, because what ever affected her, started to affect me from then on....

What ever happened that night was a blur, all I remember was waking up and finding boxes of condoms empty and filled ones around, a broken bed, claw marks on the bed frame, and even my back covered in some. Also noticing she was...more changed then before. But I had work in the morning, so I took a quick bath and went on my way. But as I worked, what happened that night with her starting come back to me, and it was getting harder and harder to focus, not to mention something else getting harder...

But when I returned home, there I found her, and a broken lock, as she explained that she looks like this now, she can't really go back to work... And well, she still got all those new thoughts and feelings, and I was doing a good job helping with them, so might as well cut the middle man out and just be with me so when ever the heat comes back I'm on demand.

A sound plan, except for the fact the more she changed, the more the environment changed around my home. If I had a uv light I could have seen the pheromones filling the air, the more she changed the more it caused both of us to become horny. The more she changed the more infectious material she produced, be it her salvia she would leave when she kissed me or licked me, or the times I came raw into her pussy, or eventually, the glowing liquid I drank from her monster sized tits.

I think she knew all along what was going to happen to me, she wanted it to happen to me. Watch as I became like her, watch as my nails became claws, my hands more reptilian. Watching day by day as we fucked that I became more what she wanted so much. So many kisses, so many drinks, so many fucks, to make sure I got a good amount of the infection in me. Growing in size my self, getting so big and monsterous that i had to stop going to work too, which only made things worse as it gave me more time to be with her.

But what she wanted to see change most of all, was my cock. Seeing it become more of a knot, a huge thick glowing knot, with its sheath hiding behind a large glowing cock, one she was always wanting to see. Coming up behind me to jerk me off, waking me up to find her slurping down on it, or presenting her holes for me to use. She wanted to track it's progress personally...

Until weeks later, we were both these monsters, I was hers, her most loyal of mates, so lost in the lust that I didn't care. She rubbed her swollen belly, glowing eggs inside, the results of so much sex.

But you know, I was given so many chances to walk away, or go to a doctor, but deep down....I kind of wanted to see what would happen...to be like her...and look at me now, happy, horny in more ways then one, and a big happy wife

Hounds that always stay muzzled will be starved for feeling against their lips, tongue and teeth.

Feeding would be one of the only times a hound is allowed to experience feeling in and around their mouths, which would make eating out of a dog bowl all the more gratifying, regardless of the quality of the food.

Not to mention the ecstasy of being allowed to put it's lips and tongue to hard leather as it polishes Her boots, you have to imagine that would simply feel like heaven.

You cannot tell me if you put multiple dogs in the same base they wouldn't take every chance they get to try to dominate each other, vent their frustrations, feel the bliss of for once being in control of someone else, and getting to beat and fuck another hound into submission.

Their Handler of course couldn't allow this, a dog doesn't get to feel in control, it needs to remain subservient, lest they start forming delusions of agency over their own existance, let alone over other's.

Fortunately that's nothing that can't be fixed with some proper reconditioning, after all, it's in a hound's nature to submit, that much has been seared into their very soul.

But then again, animal instinct is something that can never be fully stripped from a dog, no matter how shattered and hollow you make them, it lies at the very foundation of their obedience, it's necessary to manipulate them to your will.

And dogs can be crafty, no matter how closely survailed, they will find the one spot in the base where they can pin down the newer, more submissive pilot and sink their teeth into them until they're a pliant, quivering mess, begging to be claimed and used by someone that will finally give them the physical relief their Handler had been so carefully depriving them of.

You cannot tell me if you put multiple dogs in the same base they wouldn't take every chance they get to try to dominate each other, vent their frustrations, feel the bliss of for once being in control of someone else, and getting to beat and fuck another hound into submission.

Their Handler of course couldn't allow this, a dog doesn't get to feel in control, it needs to remain subservient, lest they start forming delusions of agency over their own existance, let alone over other's.

Fortunately that's nothing that can't be fixed with some proper reconditioning, after all, it's in a hound's nature to submit, that much has been seared into their very soul.

But then again, animal instinct is something that can never be fully stripped from a dog, no matter how shattered and hollow you make them, it lies at the very foundation of their obedience, it's necessary to manipulate them to your will.

And dogs can be crafty, no matter how closely survailed, they will find the one spot in the base where they can pin down the newer, more submissive pilot and sink their teeth into them until they're a pliant, quivering mess, begging to be claimed and used by someone that will finally give them the physical relief their Handler had been so carefully depriving them of.

You cannot tell me if you put multiple dogs in the same base they wouldn't take every chance they get to try to dominate each other, vent their frustrations, feel the bliss of for once being in control of someone else, and getting to beat and fuck another hound into submission.

Their Handler of course couldn't allow this, a dog doesn't get to feel in control, it needs to remain subservient, lest they start forming delusions of agency over their own existance, let alone over other's.

Fortunately that's nothing that can't be fixed with some proper reconditioning, after all, it's in a hound's nature to submit, that much has been seared into their very soul.

But then again, animal instinct is something that can never be fully stripped from a dog, no matter how shattered and hollow you make them, it lies at the very foundation of their obedience, it's necessary to manipulate them to your will.

And dogs can be crafty, no matter how closely survailed, they will find the one spot in the base where they can pin down the newer, more submissive pilot and sink their teeth into them until they're a pliant, quivering mess, begging to be claimed and used by someone that will finally give them the physical relief their Handler had been so carefully depriving them of.