I wish

that I had wolf feet.

And I can tell you why.

I could race through forests in wolf feet.

Without a soul nearby to spy.

I think it would be very good

to feel my bare toes change.

Black claws slicing through tennis shoes

until wearing any clothes felt strange.

NO…

I only wanted wolf feet.

But, I feel a flame rise deep within.

With a gasp and a moan tinged with a growl

My panties are wet, I notice with chagrin.

Why does the fat moon call me?

Why am I on knees in prayer?

With a scream of pain, I grab my shirt

And RIP! exposing full breasts to cool air.

My stomach is hard and flat, I see

But to my gasping cry of “Motherfucker!”

On either side of a line of fur

four new aching nipples pucker.

OH GOD…

The forest leaves feel quite cool

beneath my hands – no, almost paws, I notice with surprise

I only wish I could say the same

about the warmth between my furry thighs.

My teeth are clenched against the pain

and I can’t help but arch my back.

As bones shift along my spine

and a tail erupts with a CRACK!

My sweatpants strain

and slip down low, spreading my musk so sweet.

I can no longer shake the thought of thick red knots;

I must now admit, I’m in HEAT!

And so…

Where am I to find him?

This male to sate my lust.

Werewolves can’t be common, despite my plight

And a human would run in disgust.

I stand on my two strong wolf feet,

In the cold night air, my fur now a welcome weight.

SNIFF SNIFF…

Black lips pull back in a grin over sharp teeth.

On the air, I smell a human hunter but, soon… a new mate.

I wish

that I had a cow’s udder.

It’s an easy decision to make.

Whenever I felt a thirst arise,

I could milk myself or even make a ME milkshake!

I am petite and my new udder, too

And, I admit, it makes me smile.

To hide it away and walk around

With nobody the wiser, even along the dairy aisle!

BUT…

I had no idea how sensitive they’d be.

Busing back from a secret jaunt,

they cry out for immediate attention.

The very brush of my shirt is nearly a taunt.

My cute limp cow nipples ache to be stroked.

Only girls with a smooth cow udder

would know my plight as my milk comes in –

The urge to pull and twist and pinch makes me shudder.

“It’s okay,” I tell myself. “Nobody will see.”

With no hesitation and barely a thought,

I hunch and I slip my fingers down in

to grip and to pull before I am caught.

OH…

This feeling is new and I feel myself wiggle.

My cheeks burn bright red and my breath is so quick-

no milk now, just an urge for lusty relief.

I shake and I gasp and my tongue laps my wider nose with a lick.

I feel almost dizzy and my thoughts are so scattered.

I don’t even notice the black hairs dotting my skin

through the waves of pleasure and need for more milking.

Nor do I notice the shape I’m now in.

SHIT…

My jeans pull tight as my thighs start swelling.

The cute udder now bulges, the pink now flecked.

My shirt strains to contain my breasts as they grow

and two wet spots sprout atop large human nipples, fully erect.

If I had a cow’s cute udder,

I thought I’d just playfully give it a squeeze.

But now my hands can’t stop milking

and as my shirt tears, the bus gets a striptease!

NO NO NO…

My skin is spotted, black and white

My nipples, all six, long and full.

I’m squirting milk down the aisle

And, god help me, wishing I had a bull.

The other passengers yell in outrage

but my long ears flick in shock.

As around me everyone starts to change

including a stud with a new 14 inch black and pink cock!

And so…

Wanting just a cow’s cute udder

was a secret easy to decipher.

But as my bull grips my tail,

I find I can’t wait to be his heifer.

I wish

that I had spider eyes.

And I’m not afraid to explain.

I have a problem, seeing true hearts

but with eight eyes? Never again!

I think it would be very good

to have them on a date.

Only smart girls with spider eyes

could ever find a true mate.

BUT…

My date would not like them.

He would say, “You’re a freak!”

And so I must hide them away

else find my prospects bleak.

Here sits one, chattering away

about his job, his car and his lies.

While I laugh knowingly,

rubbing at my sore sides.

I feel a urge quite strongly,

One I’ve never had.

I want to take this male back home,

and ride him so very bad.

My eight eyes blink as he looks away.

Why do I feel so exposed?

I want to be away, in the dark

wrapped up in a place enclosed.

Light black hairs bristle from my legs

as I lean in to the male,

“Come home,” I whisper through growing fangs.

He looks surprised but then smiles, “Yeah, let’s bail!”

I keep to shadows, away from eyes

nearly scurrying in my haste

We’re soon upstairs and undressed

and he finds I’m not quite chaste.

My mouth on his manhood,

small fangs kept in check.

As six black points break through my waist,

I cry out and look back at a wreck.

My legs are broken with patches of black

and my body is longer.

I can feel the urge to mate,

growing much much STRONGER!

The male opens his eyes,

a scream on his lips.

But, the cry never comes

as I work my changed hips.

If I had eight beautiful spider eyes,

I’d be able to see,

the panic in the male’s eyes

as he sees all of me.

My fangs sink deep

pushing venom through his veins

while my eight legs unfold

above his remains.

And so…

He cums as he dies,

his last gift to me.

I lay back on my fuzzy abdomen,

the last of my hair falling free.

My eight legs lift me up.

My stomach, it RUMBLES! He looks so tasty!

But new organs begin to work

and I wrap him quite quickly.

My humanity has vanished,

I know not where it has gone.

Instead, in its place, undeniable urges

to leave food for my growing spawn.

I wish

that I had a cat tail.

Would you like to know the reason?

You’d have incredibly balance with a cat tail,

and cuddle with it when winter was in season.

I think it would be very good

to have a tail when I play.

And when I went out again,

I’d simply put it away.

I would go nude every day

alone in my house

jumping and leaping,

as if chasing a mouse.

I would sleep like a cat,

why yes, I am tired.

I would find the best warm spot

like every cat I admired.

And when I woke, I’d clean myself.

Yes, even down there.

I’d lift my leg straight up

and groom my thickening hair.

Once clean, I’d STRETCH!

Lifting my hips,

my tail would stand proud

and I’d flick my pointed ear tips.

BUT…

Something is wrong.

This is more than I desired.

Why is my tongue rough?

Oh? No, you’re right, I AM tired.

If I had a thick, bushy cat tail,

I’d pull it between my thighs

working my lightly furred hips

until I MROOWWED! in surprise.

NO…

The ache is still there, it wasn’t enough.

I claw and sharp nails pierce through my fingers.

Dark black fur covers my sex

but the scent from my orgasm still lingers.

Thick fingers work through swollen wetness.

I yowl piteously through a slightly split lip,

licking my pebbled nose

imagining a Tom giving my neck a hard nip.

SO…

My neighbor, I know, he’s flirted before.

But only vague memories of turning him away.

I suck at my paw, tasting my cum.

I know, he’s kind, he’ll take in a stray.

I’m quick now and my fur is jet black.

Windows and doors provide a short puzzle,

but soon I’m in, padding through the dark

to find him in bed, ready to nuzzle.

My small breasts, they ache for his touch.

Even worse is the need to be filled and TAKEN!

I free him from blankets and sit on his face-

this startles him such that I feel him awaken.

Ignoring his sounds,

I lick at his cock.

Rough tongue making him hard

while he jerks in shock.

Beneath my ministrations, I feel him change

His dick grows small bumps and lengthens to a red tip!

Meanwhile he calms and I feel his claws dig in

but strong hands lift me away and I’m down in his grip.

My new Tom fills me

and I YOWL! in pain

but clawed hands find mine

and his fangs in my neck make my struggles wane.

And so…

I think

I could be happy

and not at all bitter

I’d just wanted a tail but now

I’m a Queen to a Tom

while raising a large litter.

I wish

that I had a woman’s vagina.

It’s really quite easy.

You can masturbate all day without anyone knowing.

Unlike a man where you’d look rather sleazy.

I think it would be very good

to have one while at my desk at work

Only men with a woman’s pussy

would know why I’d smirk.

I’d sit in my cubicle

With fingers against my woman’s clit

And I’d rub and I’d rub

until I could hardly sit.

My coworkers would wonder

They would say, “Are you feeling sick?

You face is quite flushed

and your words are very thick.”

They would never suspect

That a rough manly man would

be playing with his own vagina.

I would just grin and answer back, “No, I’m good.”

BUT…

I wouldn’t be able to stop with just my clit.

My fingers would press deep inside.

I’d massage my aching chest

with my wet, smooth legs thrown wide.

I’d ignore all the glances from coworkers.

at my hardened, large nipples tenting my shirt.

That swell of my breast just means that

I need to benchpress more – just ignore if they SQUIRT!

SO…

A kind older woman stopped me today,

in hushed whispered voice she told me:

“Honey, you need a bra now that you’re grown.”

And despite my protestations, went on a shopping spree!

I was measured and prodded and praised for my skin,

Until finally I scoffed,

“I’m not a damn woman!”

But the fabrics, they were so soft.

I blushed and looked down as I saw my little breasts.

I had no idea they’d grown!

“No, I’m a man and this doesn’t make sense!”

But I touched a large pink nipple and let out a moan.

Twisting and pulling at both my pert breasts,

I felt quite naughty as I fell to my knees.

“You… you dirty little girl,” I whispered.

“You’re such a slutty tease.”

I left the dressing room, old clothes in the bags.

I decided to celebrate at the local club.

A red-faced smile as my wet panties rode

high and gave me a rub.

Hooking my longer hair over my ear,

I flashed my new cleavage and a warm smile

so that the bouncer never asked to see my ID.

I laughed out loud at my new found guile.

“Men are so easy!” I thought with a grin.

“I bet I get free drinks the rest of the night!”

I stopped at the bar and picked a likely target

only to feel my heart race at the loveliest sight.

“This is wrong,” I thought, my face burning red.

My heart pumped fast and I felt myself grow wet.

“No, it’s impossible to be turned on!

He’s just a man and so I am, yet!”

But, the man bought me a drink and I shyly accepted.

I even laughed at his jokes as I winced inside.

Desperately, I wanted to leave but

couldn’t – I tried!

OH NO…

I jerked when his hand covered my knee

but I blushed and smiled rather than yelled!

My heart beat faster

And I swear, my pussy swelled.

Slowly that hand moved up my thigh

and I mentally argued less and less.

Until, eventually, I took his hand

and guided it up my dress.

The feeling was heaven.

He pressed and he rubbed.

I leaned forward with a gasp,

I’d felt like I’d been clubbed!

My head was so clear

but the thoughts weren’t my own.

I wanted to ride him,

to take him home.

And so…

I think

there are some things

I do not wish to be.

I found myself naked, on his bed

His mouth between my legs

And as he took my virginity,

I found my old self slipping away.

I’m a petite young woman.

And now, there’s nobody else but me.