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CHAPTER 05: Irrevocable Desire
Nathan parked the car in front of the condo, the engine falling silent as he took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves after the confrontation with General Rodriguez. Every word spoken in the office still echoed in his mind. "Six people... or Lyla." It was a clear threat, but all he could do now was focus on the next step: getting them out of there.
As he stepped out of the car and approached the entrance to his house, he noticed something on the ground near the door. A letter. The sender? His father. Although it was concerning, he didn’t have time for it—not now. He stuffed the letter into his pocket without opening it and turned the key in the lock. The scene revealed inside froze every muscle in his body. Lyla was there, naked, suspended against the wall like a perverse offering. She was impaled on a dildo with barbs that mimicked the anatomy of a feline. The smell in the room was unmistakable: sweat and lust. She turned her head, her eyes half-closed, her breathing ragged.
-Lyla: “Nathan…” (Her voice came out broken, like an exhausted whisper)
It took him a moment to respond, his heart racing—but not out of desire. It was fear, the urgency to get them out of this situation. He looked at her, forcing his voice to come out steady.
-Nathan: “Where’s your phone?”
Lyla blinked slowly, as if not immediately understanding the question.
-Lyla: “In the drawer next to our bed... Why?”
Nathan didn’t answer. He went straight to the bedroom, opening the drawer in haste. He grabbed her phone and, without hesitation, snapped it in half with a sharp motion, the pieces scattering across the floor. He stormed into the bathroom, threw the broken pieces
into the toilet, and flushed them away. Returning to the bedroom, he grabbed his own phone and repeated the process. When he came back out, Lyla was still on the wall, watching him in silence, her eyes wide in shock.
-Lyla: “What the hell are you doing?” (She asked, her voice still low)
-Nathan: “We need to leave. Right now,” (Nathan said firmly, though his voice carried a tension he couldn’t hide)
-Lyla: “I’ll need help getting down. I can’t stand up right now.”
Nathan crossed the room and carefully unmounted her from the dildo. The object hit the floor with a muffled thud, but before he could ignore it, Lyla pointed at it.
-Lyla: “Take it with us, please.”
Hesitating for a moment, he bent down and grabbed the dildo, stuffing it into a bag along with a few random pieces of clothing and a large amount of cash. He put her arm around his shoulders to help her walk. As they made their way to the car, the neighbors in the condo peeked out from their windows and balconies, curious. Some whispered to each other, likely assuming Lyla was drunk or sick, but Nathan didn’t care. All he wanted was to get them out of there. Nathan started the engine and sped off, the car disappearing into the horizon.
Nathan stood by the window of yet another cheap motel room, the curtain slightly parted just enough for him to watch the parking lot outside. Every shadow felt like a threat, every movement a possible sign that they’d been found. His mind worked tirelessly, always returning to the same question: How the hell am I going to get out of this? General Rodriguez’s deadline had blown past weeks ago, and he had nothing—no test subjects, no plan, just growing paranoia and sleepless nights. He stood tense, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular, when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist. The unexpected touch made his body twitch slightly.
-Lyla: “Relax, it’s just me, love.” (Her voice was sweet, but there was something more)
Nathan turned slowly, seeing her standing behind him, her face partially obscured by messy hair. She wore an oversized shirt, but the contours of her body beneath it were unmistakable. He tried to look away, but she moved closer, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
-Lyla: “We’ve been doing this for weeks now, hopping from motel to motel, and you still haven’t explained anything. What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”
He sighed, feeling the weight of her words like a knife twisting in his chest. He knew he couldn’t tell her the whole truth. Not yet.
-Nathan: “They’re tracking us, Lyla. Our phones, our cards… everything. They know more than they should.”
-Lyla: “How? I thought their focus was on the cure now. Why would they track us?”
-Nathan: “It’s not the lab. They’ve spent billions to make this work, Lyla. They’ve got the best people in every field possible. There was a guy there, James… He was brilliant at this. Cloning phones, tracking people. If they’re really after us, I’m sure he’s involved.”
-Lyla: “And yet they haven’t found us?”
-Nathan: “Maybe we’ve been lucky… Or maybe he’s protecting me. We were good colleagues—I don’t know.” (Lyla made subtle, but noticeable movements that Nathan couldn’t ignore)
-Lyla: “And what do they want from us?”
The question came out low, but heavy with tension. He hesitated. The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew he couldn’t say it. Not that General Rodriguez had ordered him to infect six people, or that Lyla was the only alternative if he failed.
-Nathan: “They know about the transformation…” (He chose his words carefully, trying to sound convincing.) “And about the pregnancy. I can’t let them find you.”
-Lyla: “Alright. So what’s the plan?” (She asked, after taking a slow breath)
-Nathan: “Keep running. Stay off their radar until they give up on us.”
-Lyla: “And what about... us?” (She stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing his shoulder)
-Nathan: “What?
-Lyla: “You know what I’m talking about, Nathan.” (Her voice was firmer now, almost accusatory.) “I haven’t transformed in weeks. And we haven’t had… intimacy since before… Luke.” (Nathan looked away, but she didn’t stop)
-Nathan: “This isn’t the time for that. And besides, I can’t risk you transforming and losing control again. I have to be the rational one here—for the both of us.”
-Lyla: “This isn’t about the transformations. It’s because you’re avoiding me. Ever since I became… ‘this,’ I can feel it. I can feel what your body thinks of me.” (She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of his shirt)
-Lyla: “I see the way you look at me. And I know what you felt that day… when it all started.”
He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words died when she grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist.
-Lyla: “It isn’t just you protecting me, Nathan. You’re afraid to admit what you really feel when you look at me like this.” (Her tone was a weighted whisper, her eyes locked onto his.)
Nathan froze, his heart pounding erratically.
-Nathan: “Lyla, i don’t k…”
She slid her hand down to his groin, pressing the fabric of his pants against the obvious erection beneath. He gasped, trying to pull away, but she held him firmly.
-Lyla: “It’s okay. Let’s lose control together.”
Lyla’s canines were slightly elongated now, and he saw something primal flicker in her eyes. The temptation weighed heavily on his shoulders, but Nathan stepped back, breaking free of her grasp and retreating into the other room, his heart pounding so hard he could barely breathe.
Nathan shut the door to the motel room behind him, the sound echoing in the small space. His breathing was heavy, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to find some semblance of control after what had just happened with Lyla in the other room. She knows. She feels everything now. But that wasn’t the only thing tormenting him. He was caught between the desire she had awakened in him and the fear of what might happen if he gave in.
His eyes fell on the bag beside the bed, and almost reflexively, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out the envelope he had been ignoring for days. The letter. His father’s name was handwritten on the front. He unfolded the paper inside and began to read:
"Nathan, You’ve been distant. You don’t answer the phone, you don’t reply to messages. We went to the condo, to the lab, but no one lets us in. Your mother is starting to worry. I know your work is important, but at least let us know that you’re okay. Please, call us. Tell us you’re okay. Love, Your father."
Nathan closed his eyes, gripping the letter tightly in his hands. He looked toward the window, the cool night air creeping in through the small gap. For a moment, it distracted him, and all he wanted was to believe he could simply call and say that everything was fine but it wasn’t. Without thinking twice, he threw on his jacket, pulled the hood over his head, and stepped out into the street. Eyes fixed on a payphone across the road, he shoved his hands into his pockets, checking for coins, and crossed to the other side. The phone was worn, the paint peeling, but he lifted the receiver and dialed his parents’ number, his heart beating faster with every ring. A familiar voice answered on the other end.
-?????: “Hello?”
-Nathan: (Nathan swallowed hard) “Hey dad, it’s me.” (There was a short silence, heavy with emotion)
-Peter: “Nathaniel? Is that really you? God, you really caught me off guard. Your mother and I have been trying to reach you for weeks!”
-Nathan: “Yeah, I know… I just read your letter.” (Nathan ran a hand over his forehead, struggling to keep his voice steady) “I just wanted to say that everything’s fine. You don’t need to worry. I just… I’ve been quite busy with work, you know?”
-Peter: “It’s okay, it’s just… your mother’s worried. You know how she gets when…”
-Nathan: “I know, dad…Look, I promise. Soon as I can, I’ll stop by. Like it used to be.”
-Peter: “Well… You’ll at least show up for your mother’s birthday, right? It’s this weekend.” (Nathan gripped the phone tighter, closing his eyes)
-Nathan: “Of course, Mom’s birthday, how could I forget?” (He muttered to himself, rubbing his temple in disappointment.) “I don’t know, Dad. Work is tight.”
-Peter: “She needs this, son. And she’s inviting her friends, you know? With their daughters. You should come; these girls are fantastic. They’ve grown so much since the last time you saw them—real beauties.”
-Nathan: “Dad! I’m engaged. To Lyla. You know that.” (He spoke with a hint of embarrassment in his tone)
-Peter: “I know, I know. But it doesn’t hurt to know, right? Just think about what I said, son. She just wants to see that you’re okay.”
-Nathan: “Alright, Dad. I’ll see what I can do.” (He hung up the phone before more words could make him falter)
The streetlights seemed colder now, and the wind harsher. He pulled his hood tighter around him and began walking back to the motel, his steps quick as though he could outrun his own thoughts.
Nathan opened the motel room door with heavy steps, the sound of the hinges echoing in the small space. He threw his jacket over the chair by the side and looked around. The room was quiet, almost too quiet. The bed was made, the bags untouched, but there was no sign of Lyla.
-Nathan: “Lyla?” (He called, a note of worry slipping into his voice) “Lyla, where are you?”
No response. The silence began to weigh on him. Nathan glanced at the bathroom door, which was shut. He took a step forward, hesitating before knocking gently on the door.
-Nathan: “Lyla?”
There was a soft click as the lock turned, and the door slowly creaked open. Nathan froze in place. Lyla stepped out, and he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. She was wearing a black lace lingerie set he knew very well, something he hadn’t seen in years. The fabric clung to every curve of her body with a cruel kind of perfection. But it wasn’t just the lingerie that stunned him. Her skin seemed warmer, almost glowing, with faint veins visible on her thighs and shoulders. Her nails were elongated and sharp, like small claws catching the light of the bedside lamp. Her ears, though still human, had a subtle pointed contour. And then he saw it—beneath the lace of her bra, three smaller pairs of nipples lined her soft skin. It was as though her body was fighting to remain human, perhaps to give him the thrill of intertwining the transformation with the inevitable sex, a gift for him to savor.
Nathan felt his throat dry up, and the words came out almost as a stammer.
-Nathan: “Lyla, you’re…”
-Lyla: “Different?” (She said with a malicious and dark smile)
She stepped forward, and Nathan couldn’t move back. Her eyes were locked on his, sharp with an intensity he had never seen before. Every movement seemed calculated, like a predator closing in on its prey.
-Lyla: “You like it, don’t you?” (She asked, her voice low, dripping with desire)
Nathan tried to respond, but his mouth refused to form the words. He was caught between fascination and fear. Then Lyla smiled even wider, her canines now slightly elongated, and stepped forward, pressing her body against his.
-Lyla: “You don’t need to say it, Nathan. I can feel it.” (She ran her hand over his shirt, her nails lightly scraping against the fabric) “Ever since this all started, I’ve seen how you look at me.”
-Nathan: “Lyla, this isn’t…”
He tried to speak, but she interrupted him by kissing him. It was a voracious, almost desperate kiss. Her tongue slid against his, and he felt the roughness that was now part of her. He tried to pull back, but she held him firmly.
-Nathan: “Your tongue… I…”
He began, but before he could finish, she yanked his pants down with a swiftness that left him stunned. Lyla dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his as her hand wrapped around his cock. Nathan gasped, his mind fighting against the desire that was quickly overtaking him.
-Lyla: “Ever since that day in the lab, I knew you couldn’t resist this.”
Her voice was a husky whisper, and before he could respond, her rough tongue slid across the tip of his cock. Nathan arched his back, a moan escaping his lips. The sensation was so intense, so utterly unique, that he couldn’t hold back. Lyla teased him, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quicker ones, her glowing eyes filled with satisfaction as she watched him submit.
Finally, Nathan grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, spinning her around and pinning her against the wall with a firm motion. His lips found hers again as he pulled her panties to the side and entered her in one powerful thrust. Lyla screamed in pleasure, the sound echoing through the room. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and Nathan could feel her body changing in real-time. Fine fur began to sprout along her thighs and shoulders, and her tail slowly emerged, unfurling until it tore through the back of her lingerie. He grabbed the base of her tail with one hand, holding it firmly as he thrust harder, drawing an even louder moan from her.
Nathan lost all control, and together, they surrendered to the wild frenzy. Each thrust seemed to push Lyla further into her transformation, but now she embraced it, moaning louder and louder as the pleasure consumed her. When they finally climaxed, her body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut, and her sharp teeth grazed Nathan’s shoulder lightly. He held her tightly, feeling her warmth against him until they both collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other. And in that moment, even without a single word exchanged, the distance between them vanished.
After several moments of heavy silence, Lyla began to stir beside him. Lying on her side, she pressed her body softly against his as she adjusted herself in bed. Nathan felt the perfect curve of her back sliding against his chest, but it was the calculated movement of her hips that caught his attention. She rubbed her ass against his erection, which he hadn’t even realized was there again. Lyla let out a low, provocative laugh, her voice husky, as she reached for his hand. She guided his fingers under the blanket, positioning them between her legs.
Nathan couldn’t resist. His fingers slipped inside her, and he immediately noticed something was different. The texture of her pussy seemed to shift as he touched her. She tightened around his fingers, but he could also feel her inner muscles changing—almost as if they were adapting to the new sensations.
-Nathan: “You’re… changing… again,” (he said softly, but he didn’t stop)
Lyla moaned, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes now glowed a deep golden hue, and her lips curled into a lazy smile.
-Lyla: “I can feel it, Nathan. Each time, I feel like I’m controlling it a little more.”
She moved her hips, matching the rhythm of his fingers, as the tip of her tail began to emerge again, snaking its way between them. Nathan felt the base of her tail pressing against his hip and couldn’t hold back the words.
-Nathan: “Your tail… I love your tail.”
Lyla laughed again, panting between movements.
-Lyla: “I know you do. But when you say it like that… it gets harder for me to keep control.”
Nathan leaned over her, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck, biting gently.
-Nathan: “Then don’t. Let go. Give yourself to me.”
That was all she needed to let go of any resistance she had left. Lyla turned to face him, pulling Nathan on top of her. He entered her with force, the heat of her body surrounding him feeling even more intense than before, as if her body was reacting in ways he couldn’t fully comprehend. She clawed at his shoulders now, her fully-formed nails leaving small scratches on his skin. Each movement brought new changes: the fur on her body thickened, and her form tightened around him as if her body didn’t want to let him go.
Nathan leaned up, kissing her deeply, but he couldn’t resist the urge to explore further. His lips trailed down her neck to the extra pairs of breasts that were now completely evident. He took one of them into his mouth, and Lyla let out a loud, uncontrolled moan in response.
-Lyla: “This… this is what I always wanted,” (she said between moans, her voice husky and filled with pleasure) “I love being your little science project. Please, Nathan, breed me. Fill me until I can’t take anymore.”
Her words ignited a fire in him. Nathan increased his pace, holding her tighter as she lost all control. He felt her body tremble and tighten around him as they climaxed together, their moans and her feral sounds filling the stuffy room. When everything finally slowed, Nathan collapsed beside her, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Lyla slowly returned to her human form, but this time, something seemed different. The recoil from her transformation felt less intense, almost as if she was starting to master the process.
Nathan was still panting, trying to catch his breath as he looked at Lyla lying beside him. Her body was relaxed, but her eyes still shone with that mix of desire and mischief. He barely had time to gather himself before he felt her leg move again, sliding softly against the sheets. She turned toward him, pulling him closer with a lazy smile.
Before he could react, she climbed on top of him, her skin still warm against his. Nathan held her waist, but this time, she was the one setting the pace. Every movement felt more intense, more desperate, as if she wanted to extract every drop of pleasure their bodies could offer.
And so they continued. Each time they did, Nathan could feel Lyla’s transformations happening with more control, almost as if she was testing the limits of her own body. Her claws would emerge and retract, the fine fur would appear and disappear. Even her tail seemed to sway in rhythm with their movements, appearing and then retreating when she briefly returned to her human form.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the atmosphere thick with the heat of their bodies, the smell of sex filling the air. Lyla was tireless. After every pause, she would provoke him again—dragging her nails across his chest, sliding her tail along his leg, or letting out soft, teasing mewls in between her touches. Nathan had lost count of how many times they had done it, but it seemed her body was an endless source of energy, always ready for more.
They went at it until Nathan’s body was completely spent, his muscles sore, his mind still reeling from the intensity of it all. It wasn’t until the clock marked the early hours of the morning that they finally succumbed to sleep, their bodies collapsing side by side on the bed, drenched in sweat and utterly consumed.
At dawn, Nathan woke up to the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He was lying beside Lyla, her body covered only by a thin sheet. The room still carried the scent of sex and sweat, but there was also a strange air of intimacy that had been rekindled between them.
Lyla was lying on her stomach, her messy hair partially covering her face. The sheet covered most of her body, except for one of her feet, which peeked out over the edge of the bed. Nathan stretched out his arm, rubbing his face as he tried to fully wake up. That’s when his gaze fell on her exposed foot. Something wasn’t right. Lyla’s nails were still elongated, sharp like claws, even though she was sleeping in her human form. Beneath her toes were small pawpads—almost imperceptible, easily mistaken for red marks or calluses. But when Nathan touched them, he immediately knew what they were.
He tried to rationalize what he was seeing, but the fear inside him grew. Slowly, he pulled back the sheet to reveal more of her body. His eyes traveled down her bare back to the base of her spine. And there it was. A slight protrusion. Her coccyx bone was more pronounced, pressing against the skin as if something was growing there. He held his breath, running his fingers gently over the area. The texture was different, almost soft, as if new tissue was forming. It was then that he understood everything. Lyla’s transformations were now leaving permanent marks on her body. And at some point in the future, these accumulated changes would transform her forever.
To be continued…
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Nathan parked the car in front of the condo, the engine falling silent as he took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves after the confrontation with General Rodriguez. Every word spoken in the office still echoed in his mind. "Six people... or Lyla." It was a clear threat, but all he could do now was focus on the next step: getting them out of there.
As he stepped out of the car and approached the entrance to his house, he noticed something on the ground near the door. A letter. The sender? His father. Although it was concerning, he didn’t have time for it—not now. He stuffed the letter into his pocket without opening it and turned the key in the lock. The scene revealed inside froze every muscle in his body. Lyla was there, naked, suspended against the wall like a perverse offering. She was impaled on a dildo with barbs that mimicked the anatomy of a feline. The smell in the room was unmistakable: sweat and lust. She turned her head, her eyes half-closed, her breathing ragged.
-Lyla: “Nathan…” (Her voice came out broken, like an exhausted whisper)
It took him a moment to respond, his heart racing—but not out of desire. It was fear, the urgency to get them out of this situation. He looked at her, forcing his voice to come out steady.
-Nathan: “Where’s your phone?”
Lyla blinked slowly, as if not immediately understanding the question.
-Lyla: “In the drawer next to our bed... Why?”
Nathan didn’t answer. He went straight to the bedroom, opening the drawer in haste. He grabbed her phone and, without hesitation, snapped it in half with a sharp motion, the pieces scattering across the floor. He stormed into the bathroom, threw the broken pieces
into the toilet, and flushed them away. Returning to the bedroom, he grabbed his own phone and repeated the process. When he came back out, Lyla was still on the wall, watching him in silence, her eyes wide in shock.
-Lyla: “What the hell are you doing?” (She asked, her voice still low)
-Nathan: “We need to leave. Right now,” (Nathan said firmly, though his voice carried a tension he couldn’t hide)
-Lyla: “I’ll need help getting down. I can’t stand up right now.”
Nathan crossed the room and carefully unmounted her from the dildo. The object hit the floor with a muffled thud, but before he could ignore it, Lyla pointed at it.
-Lyla: “Take it with us, please.”
Hesitating for a moment, he bent down and grabbed the dildo, stuffing it into a bag along with a few random pieces of clothing and a large amount of cash. He put her arm around his shoulders to help her walk. As they made their way to the car, the neighbors in the condo peeked out from their windows and balconies, curious. Some whispered to each other, likely assuming Lyla was drunk or sick, but Nathan didn’t care. All he wanted was to get them out of there. Nathan started the engine and sped off, the car disappearing into the horizon.
Friday, May 24, 2024Nathan stood by the window of yet another cheap motel room, the curtain slightly parted just enough for him to watch the parking lot outside. Every shadow felt like a threat, every movement a possible sign that they’d been found. His mind worked tirelessly, always returning to the same question: How the hell am I going to get out of this? General Rodriguez’s deadline had blown past weeks ago, and he had nothing—no test subjects, no plan, just growing paranoia and sleepless nights. He stood tense, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular, when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist. The unexpected touch made his body twitch slightly.
-Lyla: “Relax, it’s just me, love.” (Her voice was sweet, but there was something more)
Nathan turned slowly, seeing her standing behind him, her face partially obscured by messy hair. She wore an oversized shirt, but the contours of her body beneath it were unmistakable. He tried to look away, but she moved closer, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
-Lyla: “We’ve been doing this for weeks now, hopping from motel to motel, and you still haven’t explained anything. What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”
He sighed, feeling the weight of her words like a knife twisting in his chest. He knew he couldn’t tell her the whole truth. Not yet.
-Nathan: “They’re tracking us, Lyla. Our phones, our cards… everything. They know more than they should.”
-Lyla: “How? I thought their focus was on the cure now. Why would they track us?”
-Nathan: “It’s not the lab. They’ve spent billions to make this work, Lyla. They’ve got the best people in every field possible. There was a guy there, James… He was brilliant at this. Cloning phones, tracking people. If they’re really after us, I’m sure he’s involved.”
-Lyla: “And yet they haven’t found us?”
-Nathan: “Maybe we’ve been lucky… Or maybe he’s protecting me. We were good colleagues—I don’t know.” (Lyla made subtle, but noticeable movements that Nathan couldn’t ignore)
-Lyla: “And what do they want from us?”
The question came out low, but heavy with tension. He hesitated. The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew he couldn’t say it. Not that General Rodriguez had ordered him to infect six people, or that Lyla was the only alternative if he failed.
-Nathan: “They know about the transformation…” (He chose his words carefully, trying to sound convincing.) “And about the pregnancy. I can’t let them find you.”
-Lyla: “Alright. So what’s the plan?” (She asked, after taking a slow breath)
-Nathan: “Keep running. Stay off their radar until they give up on us.”
-Lyla: “And what about... us?” (She stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing his shoulder)
-Nathan: “What?
-Lyla: “You know what I’m talking about, Nathan.” (Her voice was firmer now, almost accusatory.) “I haven’t transformed in weeks. And we haven’t had… intimacy since before… Luke.” (Nathan looked away, but she didn’t stop)
-Nathan: “This isn’t the time for that. And besides, I can’t risk you transforming and losing control again. I have to be the rational one here—for the both of us.”
-Lyla: “This isn’t about the transformations. It’s because you’re avoiding me. Ever since I became… ‘this,’ I can feel it. I can feel what your body thinks of me.” (She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of his shirt)
-Lyla: “I see the way you look at me. And I know what you felt that day… when it all started.”
He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words died when she grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist.
-Lyla: “It isn’t just you protecting me, Nathan. You’re afraid to admit what you really feel when you look at me like this.” (Her tone was a weighted whisper, her eyes locked onto his.)
Nathan froze, his heart pounding erratically.
-Nathan: “Lyla, i don’t k…”
She slid her hand down to his groin, pressing the fabric of his pants against the obvious erection beneath. He gasped, trying to pull away, but she held him firmly.
-Lyla: “It’s okay. Let’s lose control together.”
Lyla’s canines were slightly elongated now, and he saw something primal flicker in her eyes. The temptation weighed heavily on his shoulders, but Nathan stepped back, breaking free of her grasp and retreating into the other room, his heart pounding so hard he could barely breathe.
Nathan shut the door to the motel room behind him, the sound echoing in the small space. His breathing was heavy, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to find some semblance of control after what had just happened with Lyla in the other room. She knows. She feels everything now. But that wasn’t the only thing tormenting him. He was caught between the desire she had awakened in him and the fear of what might happen if he gave in.
His eyes fell on the bag beside the bed, and almost reflexively, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out the envelope he had been ignoring for days. The letter. His father’s name was handwritten on the front. He unfolded the paper inside and began to read:
"Nathan, You’ve been distant. You don’t answer the phone, you don’t reply to messages. We went to the condo, to the lab, but no one lets us in. Your mother is starting to worry. I know your work is important, but at least let us know that you’re okay. Please, call us. Tell us you’re okay. Love, Your father."
Nathan closed his eyes, gripping the letter tightly in his hands. He looked toward the window, the cool night air creeping in through the small gap. For a moment, it distracted him, and all he wanted was to believe he could simply call and say that everything was fine but it wasn’t. Without thinking twice, he threw on his jacket, pulled the hood over his head, and stepped out into the street. Eyes fixed on a payphone across the road, he shoved his hands into his pockets, checking for coins, and crossed to the other side. The phone was worn, the paint peeling, but he lifted the receiver and dialed his parents’ number, his heart beating faster with every ring. A familiar voice answered on the other end.
-?????: “Hello?”
-Nathan: (Nathan swallowed hard) “Hey dad, it’s me.” (There was a short silence, heavy with emotion)
-Peter: “Nathaniel? Is that really you? God, you really caught me off guard. Your mother and I have been trying to reach you for weeks!”
-Nathan: “Yeah, I know… I just read your letter.” (Nathan ran a hand over his forehead, struggling to keep his voice steady) “I just wanted to say that everything’s fine. You don’t need to worry. I just… I’ve been quite busy with work, you know?”
-Peter: “It’s okay, it’s just… your mother’s worried. You know how she gets when…”
-Nathan: “I know, dad…Look, I promise. Soon as I can, I’ll stop by. Like it used to be.”
-Peter: “Well… You’ll at least show up for your mother’s birthday, right? It’s this weekend.” (Nathan gripped the phone tighter, closing his eyes)
-Nathan: “Of course, Mom’s birthday, how could I forget?” (He muttered to himself, rubbing his temple in disappointment.) “I don’t know, Dad. Work is tight.”
-Peter: “She needs this, son. And she’s inviting her friends, you know? With their daughters. You should come; these girls are fantastic. They’ve grown so much since the last time you saw them—real beauties.”
-Nathan: “Dad! I’m engaged. To Lyla. You know that.” (He spoke with a hint of embarrassment in his tone)
-Peter: “I know, I know. But it doesn’t hurt to know, right? Just think about what I said, son. She just wants to see that you’re okay.”
-Nathan: “Alright, Dad. I’ll see what I can do.” (He hung up the phone before more words could make him falter)
The streetlights seemed colder now, and the wind harsher. He pulled his hood tighter around him and began walking back to the motel, his steps quick as though he could outrun his own thoughts.
Nathan opened the motel room door with heavy steps, the sound of the hinges echoing in the small space. He threw his jacket over the chair by the side and looked around. The room was quiet, almost too quiet. The bed was made, the bags untouched, but there was no sign of Lyla.
-Nathan: “Lyla?” (He called, a note of worry slipping into his voice) “Lyla, where are you?”
No response. The silence began to weigh on him. Nathan glanced at the bathroom door, which was shut. He took a step forward, hesitating before knocking gently on the door.
-Nathan: “Lyla?”
There was a soft click as the lock turned, and the door slowly creaked open. Nathan froze in place. Lyla stepped out, and he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. She was wearing a black lace lingerie set he knew very well, something he hadn’t seen in years. The fabric clung to every curve of her body with a cruel kind of perfection. But it wasn’t just the lingerie that stunned him. Her skin seemed warmer, almost glowing, with faint veins visible on her thighs and shoulders. Her nails were elongated and sharp, like small claws catching the light of the bedside lamp. Her ears, though still human, had a subtle pointed contour. And then he saw it—beneath the lace of her bra, three smaller pairs of nipples lined her soft skin. It was as though her body was fighting to remain human, perhaps to give him the thrill of intertwining the transformation with the inevitable sex, a gift for him to savor.
Nathan felt his throat dry up, and the words came out almost as a stammer.
-Nathan: “Lyla, you’re…”
-Lyla: “Different?” (She said with a malicious and dark smile)
She stepped forward, and Nathan couldn’t move back. Her eyes were locked on his, sharp with an intensity he had never seen before. Every movement seemed calculated, like a predator closing in on its prey.
-Lyla: “You like it, don’t you?” (She asked, her voice low, dripping with desire)
Nathan tried to respond, but his mouth refused to form the words. He was caught between fascination and fear. Then Lyla smiled even wider, her canines now slightly elongated, and stepped forward, pressing her body against his.
-Lyla: “You don’t need to say it, Nathan. I can feel it.” (She ran her hand over his shirt, her nails lightly scraping against the fabric) “Ever since this all started, I’ve seen how you look at me.”
-Nathan: “Lyla, this isn’t…”
He tried to speak, but she interrupted him by kissing him. It was a voracious, almost desperate kiss. Her tongue slid against his, and he felt the roughness that was now part of her. He tried to pull back, but she held him firmly.
-Nathan: “Your tongue… I…”
He began, but before he could finish, she yanked his pants down with a swiftness that left him stunned. Lyla dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his as her hand wrapped around his cock. Nathan gasped, his mind fighting against the desire that was quickly overtaking him.
-Lyla: “Ever since that day in the lab, I knew you couldn’t resist this.”
Her voice was a husky whisper, and before he could respond, her rough tongue slid across the tip of his cock. Nathan arched his back, a moan escaping his lips. The sensation was so intense, so utterly unique, that he couldn’t hold back. Lyla teased him, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quicker ones, her glowing eyes filled with satisfaction as she watched him submit.
Finally, Nathan grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, spinning her around and pinning her against the wall with a firm motion. His lips found hers again as he pulled her panties to the side and entered her in one powerful thrust. Lyla screamed in pleasure, the sound echoing through the room. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and Nathan could feel her body changing in real-time. Fine fur began to sprout along her thighs and shoulders, and her tail slowly emerged, unfurling until it tore through the back of her lingerie. He grabbed the base of her tail with one hand, holding it firmly as he thrust harder, drawing an even louder moan from her.
Nathan lost all control, and together, they surrendered to the wild frenzy. Each thrust seemed to push Lyla further into her transformation, but now she embraced it, moaning louder and louder as the pleasure consumed her. When they finally climaxed, her body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut, and her sharp teeth grazed Nathan’s shoulder lightly. He held her tightly, feeling her warmth against him until they both collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other. And in that moment, even without a single word exchanged, the distance between them vanished.
After several moments of heavy silence, Lyla began to stir beside him. Lying on her side, she pressed her body softly against his as she adjusted herself in bed. Nathan felt the perfect curve of her back sliding against his chest, but it was the calculated movement of her hips that caught his attention. She rubbed her ass against his erection, which he hadn’t even realized was there again. Lyla let out a low, provocative laugh, her voice husky, as she reached for his hand. She guided his fingers under the blanket, positioning them between her legs.
Nathan couldn’t resist. His fingers slipped inside her, and he immediately noticed something was different. The texture of her pussy seemed to shift as he touched her. She tightened around his fingers, but he could also feel her inner muscles changing—almost as if they were adapting to the new sensations.
-Nathan: “You’re… changing… again,” (he said softly, but he didn’t stop)
Lyla moaned, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes now glowed a deep golden hue, and her lips curled into a lazy smile.
-Lyla: “I can feel it, Nathan. Each time, I feel like I’m controlling it a little more.”
She moved her hips, matching the rhythm of his fingers, as the tip of her tail began to emerge again, snaking its way between them. Nathan felt the base of her tail pressing against his hip and couldn’t hold back the words.
-Nathan: “Your tail… I love your tail.”
Lyla laughed again, panting between movements.
-Lyla: “I know you do. But when you say it like that… it gets harder for me to keep control.”
Nathan leaned over her, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck, biting gently.
-Nathan: “Then don’t. Let go. Give yourself to me.”
That was all she needed to let go of any resistance she had left. Lyla turned to face him, pulling Nathan on top of her. He entered her with force, the heat of her body surrounding him feeling even more intense than before, as if her body was reacting in ways he couldn’t fully comprehend. She clawed at his shoulders now, her fully-formed nails leaving small scratches on his skin. Each movement brought new changes: the fur on her body thickened, and her form tightened around him as if her body didn’t want to let him go.
Nathan leaned up, kissing her deeply, but he couldn’t resist the urge to explore further. His lips trailed down her neck to the extra pairs of breasts that were now completely evident. He took one of them into his mouth, and Lyla let out a loud, uncontrolled moan in response.
-Lyla: “This… this is what I always wanted,” (she said between moans, her voice husky and filled with pleasure) “I love being your little science project. Please, Nathan, breed me. Fill me until I can’t take anymore.”
Her words ignited a fire in him. Nathan increased his pace, holding her tighter as she lost all control. He felt her body tremble and tighten around him as they climaxed together, their moans and her feral sounds filling the stuffy room. When everything finally slowed, Nathan collapsed beside her, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Lyla slowly returned to her human form, but this time, something seemed different. The recoil from her transformation felt less intense, almost as if she was starting to master the process.
Nathan was still panting, trying to catch his breath as he looked at Lyla lying beside him. Her body was relaxed, but her eyes still shone with that mix of desire and mischief. He barely had time to gather himself before he felt her leg move again, sliding softly against the sheets. She turned toward him, pulling him closer with a lazy smile.
Before he could react, she climbed on top of him, her skin still warm against his. Nathan held her waist, but this time, she was the one setting the pace. Every movement felt more intense, more desperate, as if she wanted to extract every drop of pleasure their bodies could offer.
And so they continued. Each time they did, Nathan could feel Lyla’s transformations happening with more control, almost as if she was testing the limits of her own body. Her claws would emerge and retract, the fine fur would appear and disappear. Even her tail seemed to sway in rhythm with their movements, appearing and then retreating when she briefly returned to her human form.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the atmosphere thick with the heat of their bodies, the smell of sex filling the air. Lyla was tireless. After every pause, she would provoke him again—dragging her nails across his chest, sliding her tail along his leg, or letting out soft, teasing mewls in between her touches. Nathan had lost count of how many times they had done it, but it seemed her body was an endless source of energy, always ready for more.
They went at it until Nathan’s body was completely spent, his muscles sore, his mind still reeling from the intensity of it all. It wasn’t until the clock marked the early hours of the morning that they finally succumbed to sleep, their bodies collapsing side by side on the bed, drenched in sweat and utterly consumed.
Saturday, May 25, 2024At dawn, Nathan woke up to the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He was lying beside Lyla, her body covered only by a thin sheet. The room still carried the scent of sex and sweat, but there was also a strange air of intimacy that had been rekindled between them.
Lyla was lying on her stomach, her messy hair partially covering her face. The sheet covered most of her body, except for one of her feet, which peeked out over the edge of the bed. Nathan stretched out his arm, rubbing his face as he tried to fully wake up. That’s when his gaze fell on her exposed foot. Something wasn’t right. Lyla’s nails were still elongated, sharp like claws, even though she was sleeping in her human form. Beneath her toes were small pawpads—almost imperceptible, easily mistaken for red marks or calluses. But when Nathan touched them, he immediately knew what they were.
He tried to rationalize what he was seeing, but the fear inside him grew. Slowly, he pulled back the sheet to reveal more of her body. His eyes traveled down her bare back to the base of her spine. And there it was. A slight protrusion. Her coccyx bone was more pronounced, pressing against the skin as if something was growing there. He held his breath, running his fingers gently over the area. The texture was different, almost soft, as if new tissue was forming. It was then that he understood everything. Lyla’s transformations were now leaving permanent marks on her body. And at some point in the future, these accumulated changes would transform her forever.
To be continued…
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