A stinker, through and through
Added 2024-08-26 02:47:14 +0000 UTCAs she tossed the last of her clothes into the underbrush, she ran her hands down her pale, smooth skin and shuddered. She took a perverse thrill, pleasuring herself on public trails like this. She wasn't ready to actually get caught, and these paths were infrequently trafficked, so she found it simultaneously "safe" and a lewd thrill.
The suction cup didn't stick to the dirty ground like it did in her bathtub, but the base was substantial enough to keep it standing. She lowered herself onto it, grunting. She closed her eyes, imagining the scandalized looks of other hikers, and groaned with each furtive thrust.
Unbeknownst to her, this session would be different...lost in the throes of her fantasy, she was oblivious to the changes taking root in her body, the way the forest had decided to claim one of its own. Act like a beast long enough, where beasts belong, and become a beast...a filthy, stinking denizen of the wilderness, with claws, fur, and particularly hyperactive glands...
She swore she heard voices behind her, coming up the trail. She glanced back in a mix of fear and excitement, the tension of her lurid fantasy bearing down on her as she worked her hips frantically, desperately seeking release. Still her changes didn't register, even as she felt new muscles inside flexing, instinctively preparing to deal with an unexpected visitor...
