Dee wasn’t sure what to make of her enboifriend, Rylen, suddenly going radio silent on her but the half-hour drive up to their parent’s cabin was giving her plenty of time to think, and to worry. Luckily she had gotten hold of one of their co-workers and apparently they had left their car behind, were not answering their phone, and ran away, barefoot from the office. This awful communication and recklessness would normally piss her off, but in this case she was scared more than anything else.
Of course, logically speaking, the chances of them having actually made it all the way out to the lake, especially without any socks or shoes, were very slim. It was at least an eight hour hike by foot. But she just knew, somehow, they had made it.
So much of what had been happening in the last month alone, was enough to make her believe anything at this point. Rylen was changing, and not in the ways either of them had anticipated. It was overwhelming, and Dee felt an uncomfortable distance growing between them as Rylen struggled through these changes. Rylen seemed withdrawn, agitated, and tense. They always felt on edge.
At first she thought it was maybe hormonal. Her enboifriend had started on testosterone the previous fall and finally gotten their mastectomy done just seven weeks ago, however, neither of those things could really account for the odder aspects of their personality that had suddenly started to spring up.
Not that any of it was bad per se, just…odd. Things like catching them standing out in the yard, barefoot and topless, late at night whenever the skies were clear. Or how she had started to notice them sniffing her, often taking a handful of her hair into their large grasp and deeply breathing her in. It was like they were hungry for her scent. And the eating — they were constantly ravenous, their need for food knew no end. Then there was the growth. It wasn’t just “a little” like the doctors had mentioned that there might be, it was a lot, and it wasn’t just in the places one would expect to see it.
Rylen was much taller, by nearly an entire foot. They once had been nearly the same height, they now towered over Dee. She wasn’t used to feeling quite so small in their arms, and she couldn’t deny just how good it felt. Their chest had quickly developed muscle unlike any that had been there before, they looked completely ripped. Their shoulders had grown wider, thicker, the muscle evident as their clothes shrank against their growing frame. On top of that, their top surgery scars had completely vanished, as if they were never there in the first place. Even the size of their hands and feet had nearly doubled — both of Dee’s hands fit in one of their open palms, which had made even just holding hands feel brand new.
That growth also extended to other things, too. Rylen’s click, or sometimes “clit dick”, had extended by a number of inches. And thickened as well. She never had the chance to measure them but it was… substantial. The doctors had mentioned that one, but not anything like this. Just a few weeks ago she could maybe fit her lips around the head of their click but now it extended well into her mouth.
Now, Dee scanned the sides of the road during the whole drive out to the cabin, trying to convince herself that they couldn’t possibly have moved that fast. Although the alternative was terrifying to her. What if they had been hurt? Or worse?
It was already dark when she finally pulled up to the property, a well kept gravel road leading up to the two-story, wood and brick cabin that Rylan’s father had proudly built with his brother several years ago. It was a point of pride for the family, which was understandable given how gorgeous the getaway home had turned out.
Getting out of the car, Dee stretched, her long brown hair falling over her round, soft face. As she headed nervously for the front door, sweat started to bead and drip down her chest. She hesitated before knocking. The lights were on and she could see through the living room window, into the sweet country style cottage. The once charming building, now felt ominous. Everything was pristine, except for the kitchen. Dee could see that the fridge door had been pulled off the entirely. The cupboard doors too were either ripped off or hanging precariously from their hinges, and the floor was littered with broken bottles, shredded wrappers, torn boxes of cereal, and crushed cans of food.
Dee took in a deep breath and reached for the doorknob with a trembling hand. Just as her fingertips grazed it, a yell from out by the docks made her jump back. Sheer panic struck her as she took off in a sprint toward the noise — certain that it was Rylen. When she rounded the side of the cabin, she was shocked to see them standing stark naked by the lake and staring up toward the night sky.
She hadn’t really realized just how much they had grown until that exact moment. They looked like a giant, their strong arms hanging at their sides, their broad shoulders flexing with each deep breath they took in. The sheer power exuding from Rylen was almost overwhelming. Dee felt her heart beat faster in her chest, the air around her was electric and made the hairs on her arms stand up. Before she could even get a word out, Rylen lurched toward her a little, fully extending their arms out to either side. Large pointed claws began to emerge from their fingertips and their spine appeared to elongate right before Dee’s eyes.
Rylan began to moan with pleasure. Their back arched upright, their muscles rippled in the moonlight as sweat dripped down their now hulking frame. She watched in awe as their jaw and nose elongated into an animalistic snout. Thick, voluptuous deep silver hair flowed from every pore of their body. From her intimate knowledge of Rylan’s proclivity for pain, Dee knew it was likely an orgasmic experience to them.
Rylen fell forward onto all fours, their furry clawed hands thudding hard against the wood of the dock. Each claw dug in, cracking and splintering the boards with each step. That’s when Dee noticed why they had lurched forward. There, between their back haunches, she saw it. Rylen’s click pulsated, growing longer and thicker with every hard throb until it finally seemed to stop at a good eight, maybe nine inches.
Dee knew that she should run, but seeing Rylen like this filled her with desire. She had already been enjoying the sensation of their enlarging click in her mouth over the past couple of weeks but this! Dee couldn’t ignore the excitement building within her. It started as a warmth in her stomach before extending outward up through her chest and down to her damp cunt and sweaty thighs. It was their eyes. As ferocious as this form was, she knew those eyes, and now they stared into hers hungrily, as a lustful desire took hold. Her breath quivering, Dee traced her fingers down her neck and over her chest to between her breasts. It felt as if she couldn’t control her desires anymore. With her other hand, she pulled her dress up, bunching it around her hips before beginning to caress her soft inner thigh, slowly working up toward her now slick slit.
Rylen let out a deep, guttural growl of pleasure, threw back their head and howled out into the night. The sound was so intensely loud that Dee felt it like a shockwave. The water before them violently rippled in waves across the lake, the grass between them flattened and a warm gust of air lifted Dee’s dress to above her waist. She did not resist it though, instead allowing her cute pink cotton panties to remain fully exposed from the warm breath of Rylen’s howl.
They seemed to have noticed it too.
With their snout still pointed into the air, Rylen took in two deep breaths through their nose before spinning their head back to look at Dee. They sprung up from all fours onto their back legs, quickly standing upright and casting a long shadow between them. To her surprise, they did not immediately act. Instead they made little movements forward, pacing back and forth along the water’s edge as if they were excitedly awaiting a command. With each stride they took, Dee was transfixed by their engorged click bouncing between their legs with a formidable weight to it. She knew it was going to fill her up in a way that they never had before, and that thought made her drip.
After a moment they stopped and lowered their snout a little, looking up at her with a deep, wanting gaze that still radiated a surprising warmth. Now, it was obvious to Dee that they both craved the same thing. Swallowing hard she lifted up her dress once again and stretched out her open hand in their direction.
“Yes, come,” she said.
In what seemed like just two, maybe three movements, Rylen had her pinned to the ground by both arms. The full weight of their wolf-like body bearing down on her exuded a heat that made her sweat even more than her desire already had. Looking down, Dee saw that their click was completely erect, dripping with excitement, and hovering just above her panties. The warm damp tip of it pressed firmly against her vulva, making her shudder and moan while a feeling of aroused exhilaration swept over her. Their eyes met briefly, hers silently begging for them to slide deep inside her, theirs only too glad to oblige.
Rylen opened their jaw wide and bit down onto her dress with an almost surgical precision, managing to hook one of their big, sharp teeth under the front band of her bra. All it took was the one chomp and a firm pull to completely shred her clothes. Her breasts spilled out into the open air, the chill hardening her nipples almost instantly, a shiver of delight running down her spine.
They then bore down on her with an animal lust. Their enormous, warm, wet tongue licking her now bare body from between her legs, all the way up her stomach to her neck in one fluid motion. It was warm, wet, and made Dee tremble with longing. She raised her hips, and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she lifted her legs in the air to pull them off, but Rylen beat her to it, taking a deep smell of her pussy on the flimsy cloth. Their drool dripping down Dee’s thighs, before biting down on the cute pink panties and tearing them viciously from her — eyes locked on her as they swallowed the tattered remains, greedy for more of her taste. Dee grabbed onto Rylen’s click with both of her hands, feeling it throb, the thick veins bulging and straining, and guided it exactly to where she wanted it. All it took was a single, firm thrust for them to completely fill her, making her gasp in shock and delight from the sensation.
They grasped her around the waist and lifted her up with muscular arms, bending their legs while they worked their hips upward to fuck her as deep as they possibly could. Dee leaned back into their embrace, which allowed Rylen to tear more at what remained of her dress, the tattered remnants of which fell into the mud beneath them both leaving her fully exposed just as they were.
This was enough to push her over. With Rylen’s engorged click still deep inside of her waves of pleasure began to cascade through Dee’s body. They clutched harder onto her waist so that their claws dug in just enough to sting, but not break her skin. Letting out a content growl, Rylen seemed to calm down for a moment only to get another boost of energy, and picked her up yet again, this time pushing her against the side of the cabin.
Like their hunger for food, Dee realized that this appetite too would not be so easily satiated. She would have to give them so much more. But out there under the full moon by the lake, having just felt the pleasure of being taken by Rylen in their new form, Dee was fully prepared to help her enboifriend satisfy their carnal lust as well as her own.
Queer monster porn is the genre I never knew I needed. More please!!