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Sorra
The village life was always quiet, so when you went off to adventure, Sorra always made it worth coming back to. She was bound to home by obligation and curse. One faithful day, she was attacked by a rabid traveler in the forest, from that she contracted lycanthropy. A danger to other, she confines herself to the village, locking herself in the cellar on full moons, so when you found an alchemist peddling a potential cure, you leapt at the opportunity. Sorra had said nothing when you pressed the vial into her hand. She'd only looked at you for a long moment, then tucked it carefully against her chest
Now in Sorra's cellar, the full moon's light filters in through the tiny window. Sitting with Sorra, you repeat the alchemist's words.
She takes a deep breath, basking in the moon's rays as the transformation takes hold. She leans forward as her limbs begin to elongate, skin stretching taut over growing muscle, then she straightens, and keeps straightening. Silver-blue fur spreads across her skin, her face pushes forward into a long muzzle, ears rising to sharp points that twitch and swivel. With a low, rumbling exhale, she settles into her new height. Her dress clings to her expanded form more tightly, her curves further enhanced by the transformation, muscles well defined in elegant strength, then her eyes fix on you, warm, soft, and something predatory behind them.
Taking the potion in her clawed hand, she inspects it briefly before tilting her head back, downing the contents.
Sorra feels it in her chest first, her heart pounding in her ears. Her muscles tense and quiver, she gasps trying to hold it back but her resistance is quickly overwhelmed. She doubles over, hugging herself, bones popping, muscles surging, her dress starts to pop at the seams. She grunts, she growls, she grits her teeth, then she succumbs.
Throwing her head back, she roars out, no longer fighting. Arms shoot out in length, muscles balloon under her fur, then balloon again. Her torso follows suit, spine and ribs crackle as inches of height are added in seconds, her dress falling to tatters when her shoulders broaden. Pecs push forward, holding her breasts high only for them to ripple and expand themselves. Abs punch outwards from the once toned core, first four, then six, then eight, each block pushing further out than the last. Stomping in place, her hips widen, femurs crackle with new growth, increasing her already impossible height. Muscle layers over muscle down the length of her thighs, each wave thicker than the last, until they are vast carved columns that could splinter a tree.
She stills, the growth slowing, her fur thickening. Her chest expands as she breathes in deeply.
AWOOOOOOOOOH!
A beautiful and terrifying howl that vibrates you at the core. It's a beacon for her kin, a threat to any would be rival.
Leaning forward, she hunches over in the restrictive space, fixing your gaze. Those wolfen features more prominent, muzzle jutting further, teeth sinking deeper, ears longer and fluffier. But her eyes, predatory, fierce, still hold that undeniable warmth of Sorra.
Her claw opens and closes experimentally, the muscles ripple up her arm.
Now in Sorra's cellar, the full moon's light filters in through the tiny window. Sitting with Sorra, you repeat the alchemist's words.
Once transformed, drink the potion, the lycanthropy must be fully manifested to be attacked.The silence is broken when Sorra suddenly rises from her seat, it's time.
She takes a deep breath, basking in the moon's rays as the transformation takes hold. She leans forward as her limbs begin to elongate, skin stretching taut over growing muscle, then she straightens, and keeps straightening. Silver-blue fur spreads across her skin, her face pushes forward into a long muzzle, ears rising to sharp points that twitch and swivel. With a low, rumbling exhale, she settles into her new height. Her dress clings to her expanded form more tightly, her curves further enhanced by the transformation, muscles well defined in elegant strength, then her eyes fix on you, warm, soft, and something predatory behind them.
Taking the potion in her clawed hand, she inspects it briefly before tilting her head back, downing the contents.
Tastes like...Her words cut off, pupils dilate, and she goes completely still.
Sorra feels it in her chest first, her heart pounding in her ears. Her muscles tense and quiver, she gasps trying to hold it back but her resistance is quickly overwhelmed. She doubles over, hugging herself, bones popping, muscles surging, her dress starts to pop at the seams. She grunts, she growls, she grits her teeth, then she succumbs.
Throwing her head back, she roars out, no longer fighting. Arms shoot out in length, muscles balloon under her fur, then balloon again. Her torso follows suit, spine and ribs crackle as inches of height are added in seconds, her dress falling to tatters when her shoulders broaden. Pecs push forward, holding her breasts high only for them to ripple and expand themselves. Abs punch outwards from the once toned core, first four, then six, then eight, each block pushing further out than the last. Stomping in place, her hips widen, femurs crackle with new growth, increasing her already impossible height. Muscle layers over muscle down the length of her thighs, each wave thicker than the last, until they are vast carved columns that could splinter a tree.
She stills, the growth slowing, her fur thickening. Her chest expands as she breathes in deeply.
AWOOOOOOOOOH!
A beautiful and terrifying howl that vibrates you at the core. It's a beacon for her kin, a threat to any would be rival.
Leaning forward, she hunches over in the restrictive space, fixing your gaze. Those wolfen features more prominent, muzzle jutting further, teeth sinking deeper, ears longer and fluffier. But her eyes, predatory, fierce, still hold that undeniable warmth of Sorra.
Her claw opens and closes experimentally, the muscles ripple up her arm.
That didn't go as planned, did it?She growls deeply, her voice booming without effort, deeper but still Sorra smooth.
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