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Re: Implied Female Were Photos
This. Is. Great. Thanks for sharing
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More coming.
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Re: Implied Female Were Photos
Glad you guys like the thread. Anyone have something similar to post?
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Re: Implied Female Were Photos
I see pictures like this all the time. From now on, when I find one that reminds kenof a werewolf about to change, it's going right here.
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![]() *Heaving, her breath coming in shallow gasps, Alicia pulls her knees closer, pressing them against her cramping abdomen. Sweat glistens on her skin, running down her back and dripping onto the floor as her body continues to overheat, the virus seizing control of her at last. Whimpering softly and bowing her head, the young woman more frightened than she's ever been, Alicia inhales sharply as her spine begins to creak, its outline becoming clearly visible as it slowly starts to lengthen and stretch with new vertebrate.* "Nooo, pleeeassee...not agaaagghhh!" Alicia tries to plea to no one in particular, tears running down her cheeks in rivulets, before the building fire deep inside her core surges unexpectantly. Her oily, black hair damp with perspiration, and her quivering sex slick with her juices, Alicia can't hold back the flood of sinful thoughts beginning to fill her mind. Flecks of gold begin to overwhelm her chocolate brown eyes, and it isn't long before the bathroom is filled with the horrible sounds of popping bones and a young woman's muffled cries...the latter beginning to deepen into the dangerous and feral growls of a wild wolf...* -OR 2015 ![]()
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Re: Implied Female Were Photos
*Dawn's gentle rays slowly filter through the dense Appalachan timbers, illuminating the prone form of Katie Brunner. Sprawled out on her belly amongst the rotting foilage and frigid forest floor, the youth groans and shifts as she regains consciousness, her body aching and her mind a chaotic mess of blurred images and memories she can't even begin to fathom. Sitting up, she sluggishly puts a hand to her head and rubs at her temple. She stops suddenly, however, as the previous night's events come back to her in an overwhelming rush. Her jaw hangs slack as she recalls her date with Mark, the drink she'd spilled on her new dress, the drive back to his place, and...* "O-oh god..." *Katie breathes, recalling the horrific change she'd undergone that night, just as she's stepped out of Mark's car. Her initial conclusion had been food poisoning, but she'd swiftly ruled that out when her toenails had burst from the front of her heels and her face had started pushing forth into a distinct muzzle. As soon as she'd fallen onto all fours, a length of hairy flesh sprouting from just above her exposed ass and her ears cresting through her silky hair, Mark had abandoned her to her...but he hadn't gotten far. No sooner had he taken off, Katie's prey drive had kicked in... Looking down at her hands, Katie trembles as she finds dark, red blood smeared across her fingers and palms, under her nails, and even spattered across her belly. Reaching a quaking hand to her face, she can feel the crusty substance on all over her lips and cheeks.* "What...w-what have done?" The twenty-two year old woman asks herself, scrambling back against an ancient tree trunk, on the edge of hysteria. "What the fuck h-happened to me!?"
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