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During a particularly sensual session of grooming each other's pelts in our nests, I felt his muzzle's presence by tail. He sniffed around my genital area before flicking his tongue in and out, sending a rush of pleasure to my brain that I couldn't even attempt to ignore. In a frenzy of hormones, I dropped into a submissive stance and whined in anticipation.



Even though I wasn't a virgin as a human, mating with Zeph was an incomparable high. Every moan, every thrust, every scent: it was pure heaven while it lasted. Thankfully, he wasn't at all put off by my initial lack of confidence, and I was free to let the rhythm of his love take me.



After our first time mating, sex changed from daily to hourly within the week. I grew more comfortable with being Zeph's lover each time he mounted me, and by the time I exited estrus, any remaining diffidence had been ousted by an unconditional love for my mate.



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Zeph ensured that my life was peaceful and sedimentary during gestation. Every day, he brought me food, took care of my grooming for me, and even made sure my nest never had uncomfortable materials. And every day, I only grew to love Zeph more and more.



Having never been pregnant as a human, it was as bizarre to feel one pup in my belly as it was to feel all four of them in there. I'd strangely become at peace with the idea of birthing four cubs, though; carrying Zeph's children was something I felt unashamedly lucky to be doing.



Once my due date was only days away, my mammaries started swelling with milk. The amount of liquid in my teats was soon great enough to where I felt it slosh around when I moved. My weight had also continued to increase over time and I was surprised to find that I couldn't even roll over in my nest in the hours leading up to delivery. But, eventually, my gestation period had to end and motherhood begin.



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I'd felt maternal instincts kick in almost the moment I'd laid eyes on my babies. I began breastfeeding them very shortly after delivery as Zeph left to find me fresh nesting, and the delight I felt upon each of my pups suckling on my teats made me immensely happy to be a mother.



Life whizzed by after my cubs entered the world, and it didn't take long until I was able to leave the comfort of me and Zeph's tree stump and venture back out into view of the zoogoers, pups in tow. I was almost unnerved by how comfortably I'd fallen into life as Zéa — it made me realize how I didn't even know how many days had even passed since I'd transitioned into the role.



But as I watched our cubs play-fight, Zeph took it upon himself to remind me why none of that mattered. He tackled me in a sudden show of animalistic desire and pinned me to the ground. Licking my muzzle with his long, wet tongue, he let drool dribble onto my chest from his mouth, along with another liquid from his groin. Clearly, Zeph was horny.



I howled for the other females in the enclosure to watch our cubs while their alphas retired to their nests and, once we were alone, assumed a lordosis posture in complete submission to Zeph.



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One year exactly — that's how long I'd spent as a wolf when I was taken aside by a familiar face: Murph. "I hope you've had ample time to collect data on your studies!" he said. "I must ask you — are you ready to change back?"



I blinked.



The thought had never occurred to me, although perhaps I'd simply never wanted it to. And while trying to decide whether to nod 'yes' or 'no' for Murph, I realized I couldn't even remember anything from my old life that was enough to make me want to return to it. My e-mail password, the layout of my house, the names of my parents: whereas so many of the memories I made as a human seemed to have been irretrievably lost, the memories I made as Zéa all seemed so vivid in my mind.



This was it: the decision I'd been dreading. Did I really want to abandon the wonder of human technology and culture for a single wolf? But, then again, the point of my studies had originally been to observe Zeph, right? And I'd been a hell of a lot more than a mere observer. We were mates. We were lovers. We were parents.



We were Zeph and Zéa.



At last, I shook my head 'no'. While I didn't know if it was the right decision, I truthfully didn't care; Zeph was the only variable in my life that mattered anymore. Murph clapped excitedly and penciled something in on a clipboard before politely dismissing to my enclosure. But once he loaded me into the Zoo transport van, he stopped to say something.



I felt my skin crawl at what he said.



“I figured you wouldn't want to leave Zoo life! After all, our first subject didn’t even want to change back after his mate died of an illness... we’re just glad Zeph is much happier now that he's found you, Zéa.”

In the tender embrace of Zeph, I gave birth to a litter of four Gray Wolf cubs. Even without words being spoken between us, the pride both of us felt for our pups was easily communicable to the other by how long we spent simply taking turns grooming their fuzzy bodies.I'd felt maternal instincts kick in almost the moment I'd laid eyes on my babies. I began breastfeeding them very shortly after delivery as Zeph left to find me fresh nesting, and the delight I felt upon each of my pups suckling on my teats made me immensely happy to be a mother.Life whizzed by after my cubs entered the world, and it didn't take long until I was able to leave the comfort of me and Zeph's tree stump and venture back out into view of the zoogoers, pups in tow. I was almost unnerved by how comfortably I'd fallen into life as Zéa — it made me realize how I didn't even know how many days had even passed since I'd transitioned into the role.But as I watched our cubs play-fight, Zeph took it upon himself to remind me why none of that mattered. He tackled me in a sudden show of animalistic desire and pinned me to the ground. Licking my muzzle with his long, wet tongue, he let drool dribble onto my chest from his mouth, along with another liquid from his groin. Clearly, Zeph was horny.I howled for the other females in the enclosure to watch our cubs while their alphas retired to their nests and, once we were alone, assumed a lordosis posture in complete submission to Zeph.I had a good life. I knew there was no going back once my teats and belly began to expulge.Zeph ensured that my life was peaceful and sedimentary during gestation. Every day, he brought me food, took care of my grooming for me, and even made sure my nest never had uncomfortable materials. And every day, I only grew to love Zeph more and more.Having never been pregnant as a human, it was as bizarre to feel one pup in my belly as it was to feel all four of them in there. I'd strangely become at peace with the idea of birthing four cubs, though; carrying Zeph's children was something I felt unashamedly lucky to be doing.Once my due date was only days away, my mammaries started swelling with milk. The amount of liquid in my teats was soon great enough to where I felt it slosh around when I moved. My weight had also continued to increase over time and I was surprised to find that I couldn't even roll over in my nest in the hours leading up to delivery. But, eventually, my gestation period had to end and motherhood begin. It was Zeph who ended up making the first move.During a particularly sensual session of grooming each other's pelts in our nests, I felt his muzzle's presence by tail. He sniffed around my genital area before flicking his tongue in and out, sending a rush of pleasure to my brain that I couldn't even attempt to ignore. In a frenzy of hormones, I dropped into a submissive stance and whined in anticipation.Even though I wasn't a virgin as a human, mating with Zeph was an incomparable high. Every moan, every thrust, every scent: it was pure heaven while it lasted. Thankfully, he wasn't at all put off by my initial lack of confidence, and I was free to let the rhythm of his love take me.After our first time mating, sex changed from daily to hourly within the week. I grew more comfortable with being Zeph's lover each time he mounted me, and by the time I exited estrus, any remaining diffidence had been ousted by an unconditional love for my mate.

(Woman to Wolf)A TF Zoo Story"They're ready for you, miss!"I looked up at the receptionist to see her gesturing to a doorway. After handing over my paperwork, a Zoo administer was there to meet me in the next room."Lovely to meet you!" the man greeted. I gave a feeble handshake as he continued, "I'm Murph, the Director of Animal Research here at the Tampa Fe Zoo. Follow me to the lab, won't you?"He explained the details of their operation to me while we walked, most of which I'd already known. I had called the Zoo earlier that week asking to conduct research on their Gray Wolves' mating habits for my college thesis. There had been some sort of issue with doing that, however, and so I'd resolved to try another idea instead.That was all before I'd received a call from the Zoo saying things had changed. As Murph told it now: "You'll recall that we couldn't have you observe our pair of Alphas after losing Zoe, our paired female. Well, thanks to some innovations by our R&D team, we've found a way for you to observe our Gray Wolves!""...really?" I squeaked out. "Has the Alpha male found another mate?"There was an unexpected bit of silence. "That remains to be seen," he said as though carefully choosing his words."But... why am I here if the wolves aren't going to—"Murph cut me off. "Save your questions, we're almost there!"I swallowed my many questions about my situation and just internally ruminated on them, instead. Why was I being led to a laboratory instead of the animal enclosures? Why was everything so secretive? Before I could contemplate further, we reached a pair of steel doors with "TF LAB" written on it. "TF" stood for Tampa Fe, of course, but I still didn't understand why visiting a lab was at necessary for observing the Zoo's habitat."Now, thisan experimental process," Murph admitted, "but the TF Lab has recently been approved for broader use! We'll have you meet our first successful subject at a later date, as he's the one who showed us the long-lasting power of this technology.""Okay, slow down," I told him, my head spinning. "What 'process' are you talking about? And why are we even in a laboratory?"Murph chuckled. "Quite the inquisitive one! Come, stand over here."Realizing how he eluded answering both questions, I reluctantly trudged over to a black-and-yellow platform in the room's center, suddenly nervous at being a 'subject' of this place. Murph told me to stay where I was while he got into position, which, as it turned out, involved him moving to a viewing room behind a pane of one-way glass. My pulse hastened; why the hell did he need to observe me?I opened my mouth to say something only for Murph to speak on the intercom first. "For your research, we want you to get up-close-and-personal with our Gray Wolves for deeper insight into their mating habits than otherwise possible! In order to do this, we must first prepare you for the experience. Ready?""Um..." I hesitated. What did getting 'up-close-and-personal' with Gray Wolves even mean? They wouldn't just drop me into an animal enclosure, surely!"We can get started, then!" he chirped after hearing no objections. Of course, Ihave objections: lots, actually. But I didn't want to throw a wrench in whatever operation the Zoo had going on here and so resolved to be complacent for now.The intercom came on soon after. "I'll be here to guide you through the physique and behavior of Gray Wolves, as well as tell you fun trivia!" I blinked. Again, why did we need to be in a lab for that? Murph went on, "For example, did you know their species name is?"Was he expecting an answer? "Um, yeah, kind of. It's still interesting, though!" I awkwardly rubbed my neck, noticing how the hairs on the back of my head were unusually erect. I just attributed it to stress and so didn't pay it any mind."Ah, yes, of course!" Murph screeched over the intercom, the higher frequencies sounding especially discordant for some reason. "Silly me, you're getting a college degree about this stuff! I'm sure you already know quite a lot, huh? Why don't you show your knowledge and give me some Gray Wolf sounds!""Like a howl?" I asked. Upon hearing the go-ahead from him, I weakly belted, "A-Awooo..."My nervousness was palpable. "Come on, give it your all!" Murph cheered. "You can do better than that!"I realized he was right, and that he'd be the only one to hear it if I made a fool of myself. I sucked in a bit of air and let out a howl with as much gusto as I could:I clasped my hands over my mouth at the sound I'd just made. That wasn't some mimicry job — that was a wolf howl! A perfect, genuine, lupine howl! My attention shifted to the sound of laughing over the intercom."Way to go, girl!" Murph commended me. At his praise, a feeling in my tailbone made me grunt in surprise as I whipped my head around in time to watch my coccyx pull out of my rear and elongate. Soft, ashen fur grew on the rapidly lengthening piece of flesh until it became a full-fledged tail.The realization of it all hit me harder than a brick."You're actually turning me into a wolf!" I screamed, frantically making a start toward the door. But before I even made it off of the metal platform, iron fencing emerged from the floor and blocked my escape. "You fucking sicko, let me go!"“Oh, but we’ve barely begun the process!” Murph taunted. “We can’t have you begin your studies looking like that, now can we?” An all too canine-sounding growl left my lips once everything began to add up.” I covered my ears after a prolonged screeching filled the room, and it was by holding them that I could feel the changes.Murph’s voice broke through the din. “As you may be able to tell, Gray Wolves have a very impressive sense of hearing!” As he spoke, my outer ears shifted to the top of my head and became triangular in shape. "It isn't their sharpest sense, however."Once my ears achieved a full-lupine appearance, his voice sounded crisper than before. "Their olfactory senses are especially keen," Murph continued. As if on cue, my nose ever so slightly larger in my vision. "In fact, the Gray Wolf's sense of smell is said to be much stronger than its hearing! This is owed partly to the species's characteristic nose and muzzle.""You bastard!" I knew where this was going. Sure enough, my face pushed out to form a fur-covered snout ending in a moistened and enlarged nose. Black, rubbery flews lined my narrowing mouth and made my attempts at speech sound as though Scooby Doo was talking. "Wrrrrhaat drrooo rrrooou wrrant frrrrom mrree?"Muffled laughter came through the speakers before Murph answered, "I want you to be able to conduct your research!" As a sudden tingle overcame my being, he went on, "And in order for you to have that opportunity, you'll have to look the part."Before I had time to question what he meant, the same dense, charcoal fur that had grown on my tail and muzzle began covering the rest of my body. A particularly thick patch of fur grew in on the back of my neck, and the black coloration around my head contrasted with my white-tinted belly, limbs, and muzzle. The discomfort I felt from my clothes covering my pelt overpowered any reservations I had about being nude and forced me to strip down naked. Looking at my reflection in the one-way glass, I was stunned at how perfectly my face resembled that of a Gray Wolf."Us humans are bipedal plantigrades," Murph began, incurring the alien sensation of my ears swiveling towards the speaker, "meaning that we stand on the soles of our two feet. Wolves, on the other paw"—he stopped to chuckle at himself—"are quadrupedal digitigrades."Looking down at my feet, I realized I had unconsciously switched to standing on my toes. "As will soon be obvious," he explained, "this means that Gray Wolves, like all canines, stand on the padded digits of their paws."I howled in agony at my skeletal structure changing. My spine buckled forward until it was nearly perpendicular to my hips, causing me to collapse into a uncomfortable crouch. But after just a few moments, my shortening femur and humerus bones soon equalized the length of my limbs, and the new positions of my joints locked me into a four-legged stance.The lengthening of vertebrae in my back allowed me to crane my neck downward and look at my feet, the sight of which elicited a whimper from my lips. My once human feet were no more. In their place were the paws, pads, and claws of a wolf. The satisfaction I received from flexing my new, canine toes was worrisome; it was as though my paws surged with tangible power, and I dreaded to think what that meant for my sanity."Ah, yes, those powerful paws are quite something, aren't they?" Murph cut back in. "The real power of a Gray Wolf comes from their jaws, though. Unlike humans, these animals are strict carnivores and active predators: as should be evident by the features of their mouth!"Changes to my skeleton eventually ceased only for my gums to begin aching not seconds later. Huge canines took nest in my upper and bottom jaws, and the rest of my teeth swelled to where I could almost feel the raw crushing power of my maw. As I experimentally ran my tongue over my molars, I felt the muscle elongate and swell inside my mouth until my tongue was long enough to lap at my damp nose.The intercom crackled to life once again. "Almost done! All we have left are the moresteps, starting with your undercarriage."My ears instinctively perked up in alarm. He didn't mean..., did he? I suddenly felt a tremor roll across my chest in confirmation of my fears; this asshole had the nerve to mess with my tits! The question of how exactly Murph was causing all of this to happen still eluded me, but I had to temporarily put it out of my mind once a new set of nipples developed below the first."Gray Wolves will typically have five pairs of mammaries, bringing the nipple count to ten on average." I endured an admittedly pleasurable sensation of six more teats growing in, moaning in pleasure at the added weight swaying under my chest. Upon hearing a mechanism activate behind me, I clumsily turned around to see what it was.A panel in the floor had slid back to allow for some kind of syringe to rise from below the floor. "To complete this process," Murph said, still far too coy about what was happening, "we'll administer an injection that should cause the final changes. But this time, they won't exactly be physical ones!"Fearful that I knew exactly what he meant by 'non-physical changes', I tried to back away from the needle only to stumble from my still-unfamiliar gait. Snarling the wolf approximation of a curse, I rose to my paws once more but ended up taking no more than a few steps before the syringe pierced my flank. I braced, terrified about what mental changes might soon befall me.The first thing that happened was an influx of instincts. I somehow found myself becoming more confident with my how my body felt and moved. It was as if I'd spent my entire life as a Gray Wolf — I realized how I now felt more snug in my fur than I ever did in clothes. And that was the other major change: my way of thinking. Previously, I had felt weird in thinking about this body as 'mine'. The tail, claws, and fur had all seemed like such alien traits. But once I lifted one of my paws into sight — a motor function I'd been previously incapable of doing — I felt nothing but pride toward the viciously sharp claws that met my eyes.My eyes!Wolves were colorblind! But then, why had my vision not changed? I had assumed the injection would've just changed me into a feral wolf, but after looking at my reflection yet again, I knew that wasn't the case. While my eyes were structurally similar to a wolf's, they still retained their green coloration: an impossibility for a Gray Wolf. On top of that, I still had all my memories as a human and the intelligence to go with it. My tail started wagging; I had kept my human brain! I just had theof a wolf!"Looks like somebody's happy with their new body!"I realized that Murph's voice hadn't come through the intercom and turned around to see him approaching on foot. But despite me holding so much contempt for this asshole, my body simply wouldn't allow me to attack him! He still noticed the recalcitrance in my expression, however, and gave me a condescending smile."Aww, silly Zéa!" Murph cooed. "You know you're not allowed to assault the Zoo staff!"As I tried my best to overcome whatever mental barrier was keeping me from tearing Murph's face to shreds, Murph fastened a harness around my chest and escorted me through the hallway of the facilities.I blinked.Had he just called me Zéa?I immediately knew something was off. Why would Murph have gotten my name wrong? Unless...he gotten it wrong? The name oddly fit me, but... no, my name wasn't Zéa, it was..."Zéa!"My train of thought was briefly interrupted by Murph calling my name. No, dammit! Thatmy name... right? As I tried to recall what it had been before becoming a wolf, I only found myself clinging more and more closely to Zéa as the answer.The name grew omnipresent in my being, and the prospect of going by anything besides Zéa made less sense with each passing second. The name was fitting in the same way my fur was — it felt as though it'd always been a part of my identity. Of course, I knew that it actually hadn't, but it still remained my name: the only label I now went by. My name was Zéa.Zéa.As Murph led me into the facility's indoor vehicle lot, I took a moment to reflect upon the mental clarity that had so suddenly washed over me. Memories had stayed in tact but felt oddly distant; it as if I'd dreamt one life and then woken up to my real one. Even when my jaws parted in a yawn, the canine smell to my exhalation didn't register with me as anything remarkable.How had a single prick from a syringe caused this many changes to my thinking? It seemed impossible! But upon my limbs becoming sluggish and my eyes heavy, I figured out an element to the injection that most assuredlywithin the realm of possibility: tranquilizer. A car engine starting was the last thing I heard before slipping from consciousness.I woke up in captivity.It wasn't a hard realization to come to — the first sight that met my eyes when I awoke was a group of humans taking photos of me. While I idly wondered why I'd begun to subconsciously think of people as 'humans', I rose to my paws and tried my best to ignore the onlookers' chattering as I slunk away.I still couldn't believe how, by all outside appearances, I had become Zéa: the Tampa Fe Zoo's newest Gray Wolf. And although I recognized how that title was completely accurate for my situation, it didn't sit any better with me. At least the enclosure was nice; the terrain offered more than enough shaded forest to hunt, rest, and nest in, and I spotted some potential sunning spots beside the stream of clear, refreshing water running through it all.After settling down on the stony river bank, I greedily lapped up water at once. The length to which my doggy tongue extended wasn’t so surprising as the ease of it all; I’d never drunk like this before yet had begun doing so without hesitation.A sudden growl at my back made me jump to alertness. I immediately spun around, droplets of water and drool still dripping from my muzzle, and came face to face with an animal I’d wanted to observe for years: Zeph, the alpha wolf.Zeph’s nostrils flared at my unfamiliar scent and instinctively mine at his, though one look at the wolf in front of me drained my stance of its intimidation. I hadn’t expected for Zeph to be so... so handsome! Everything about him — the tone of his muscle, the warmth of his breath, the smell of his fur — made my heart throb with desire.But I forced myself to remember Zeph was a, not a human. Although, that'd surely apply to me as well, right? And it wasn't as though two wolves mating counted as bestiality......was I honestly considering being railed by a wolf?Then Zeph's expression softened. His piercingly blue eyes gazed deeply into mine, and I briefly worried if he'd taken notice of their green coloration. Except, unlike me, Zeph wasa Gray Wolf — his colorblindness made such an observation impossible. Still, with how much contemplation filled his gaze, I could've almost sworn otherwise.My pulse quickened as he stepped forward to sniff my pelt, but after seeing me shrinking back slightly, Zeph stopped his advances as though in respect of my boundaries. I watched as he pensively padded away, leaving me with nothing but a stronger desire to conduct my mating studies after all.The change in Zeph's attitude toward me was extremely obvious after our first encounter. The day after we'd met beside the stream, I had been trying to find some sanctum from all of the zoogoers when a quiet howl made me survey the trees around me. My heart reflexively soared at the sight of Zeph standing a short distance away, his tail wagging expectantly. Taking nervous steps, I wove through the woods's spruce foliage and basked in his scent upon nearing him.In contrast to the previous day, Zeph showed no aggression toward me — rather, he was reservedly patient as he led me through the trees. The fact that he was giving me any attention made me feel irrationally lucky, and I had to stop myself from drooling at my proximity to his rear during the short trek.The forest eventually opened to a small clearing with a dead tree stump at its center. I examined the half-decayed trunk and couldn't help but gasp at what was in it's hollow core: two nests made out of gorse and leaves. A chill ran down my spine upon Zeph brushing his smoky fur against mine as he crept past, intentionally swishing his tail along my back in the process.Once I watched him settle into the larger of the two nests only to look eagerly back at me, my breath gave out in overwhelming passion for Zeph — not only had he shown so much affection towards me in the short time we'd known each other, he'd given himself a nest at my side when there were so many other females in the enclosure to choose instead. Did I really deserve Zeph's romance? Was I really that special? Why me?Even though I wasn't fully on board with being courted by a wolf, the primal side of me knew how stupid it'd be not to lay beside the alpha male of the pack. I timidly accepted Zeph's invitation to lie down, and despite me feeling no drowsiness prior to doing so, the steady rhythm to his breathing and the coziness of my nest made me fall quickly asleep.I sighed in contentedness. Just like every day prior, I'd been woken up by Zeph's soft, pink tongue lapping gently across my muzzle. It wasn't the only thing he did to show affection, as I quickly discovered how romantic he could be with me. He nuzzled me almost every chance he got and it wasn't long until I even felt comfortable in returning the gesture.We spent several hours of the day grooming each other. What had at first seemed like a completely dehumanizing act had become the most enjoyable thing I did with Zeph. The musky taste to his fur, the feeling of his tongue upon mine: it was a euphoric experience every time. His brilliant blue eyes imbued his expression with a sense of familiarity that gave me such security in being by his side.Another thing I didn't expect to enjoy as much as I did was food. Despite me having found the prospect of consuming raw meat to be initially..., Zeph eventually offered enough gentle goading to coerce me into sharing part of a deer carcass with him. It tasted so sensational that I didn't realize until after my meal how much slobber I'd let fling from my lips while eating, but there was almost a look of amusement on Zeph's face that made me not care.That was another thing I'd noticed — although Zeph was demonstrably a wolf, I kept seeing a level of humanity in his behavior. Of course, I soon reasoned that it meant I'd simply begun to mistake everything canine as though somehow human due to my time with both mindsets. I elected not to worry about why Zeph was such a loving partner and to instead just enjoy his company.Then I went into heat.Deep down, I'd known it was an inevitability ever since I'd transformed into wolf but had refused to admit it to myself. As I entered further and further into estrus, however, those once-negligible feelings became omnipresent in my being. I was able to at least temporarily stave off the rampant sexual desires, but I knew that I couldn't overpower my bestial urges forever.I was in constant turmoil. I wanted so badly to just give in to the lust I felt for Zeph's body but forced myself not to. Still, nothing could force my groin not to quiver from even the slightest stimulation. The honeymoon days of our relationship were soon going to be over, and I was surprised to find that a part of me was excited about that fact.