After the uncomfortable ‘family meeting,’ Callie took her breakfast upstairs to eat alone, feeling unable to face the other women. Regrettably, whatever was happening to her was more-demanding than she would’ve preferred, the grumbling in her stomach forcing her to descend the stairs for a second serving and then a further two bowls of cereal after that. With the knowledge that everything in the house had been provided-for out of either Kelly’s pocketbook or Genie’s wish magic, the gnawing pit in her stomach was as much guilt as it was hunger; furious with herself for being a source of problems rather than a conscientious contributor, she nevertheless intended to spend the rest of the day laying on her bed, poking at her steadily-receding bruise and her wounded pride.
Stretched out on the mattress, she passed the time by playing music on her phone, though she hardly heard any of it as she stared up at the ceiling, caught in her own introspection. It had been mortifying to learn that all of her strange dreams had been real events, and she hated herself even more once she’d realised that her presumed one-time exploitation of her bestie had instead been a series of attacks. Incapable of forgiving herself for forcing her bestial desires onto the most-important girl in her life, Callie wondered if she shouldn’t just leave the house altogether and find somewhere else to live; surely Jersey would be better-off without her.
Stewing in the mire of those miserable thoughts, she didn’t even notice the petite girl knocking at her door, nor when she finally let herself in; it was only when she sat down on the edge of the bed was Callie finally made aware of her presence.
“Budge up,” the smaller girl commanded, poking at her hip.
Shackled to the knowledge that she’d already attacked the other girl a number of times, Callie relented immediately; she had no idea how she was going to ever attempt to make up for what she’d done, but she supposed she might as well start with acquiescing to whatever the smaller girl asked of her.
Scooching up onto the bed, Jersey laid down next to Callie, sharing her pillow. “Whatcha listening to?” she asked, the mask of her face formed into that adorable, slightly-clueless look that made up her default expression.
“Depressing horny shit,” Callie answered as she took out one of her earbuds, offering it. “Same as usual.”
“Sort of the soundtrack to your life, innit?” Jersey smiled, wiggling a little closer so as to not strain the cord so far.
“Basically,” she mumbled in agreement, quickly turning her eyes away from the other girl again. “Moreso lately, it seems.”
As much as she wanted to indulge in the graciously-extended camaraderie, Callie struggled to enjoy Jersey’s presence in the face of her own assumed shortcomings. Everything felt so frustratingly difficult, like she really was seventeen again and suffering all her former inadequacies for the second time. No matter what sentiment she wanted to communicate, she couldn’t seem to find the right words; how was she supposed to apologise for all the problems she’d caused?
Rolling onto her side, Jersey squished in closer against her, setting a questioning hand on the other girl’s arm; both grateful for and apprehensive of that touch, Callie withdrew slightly.
“Well?” the petite girl began, as if expecting a particular reaction from her familiar. “What do you think?”
“... About what?” she asked, confused.
Sweeping her other hand along the length of her body, Jersey indicated her much-curvier form. “This!” she giggled, obviously in a much-better mood than the other girl. “I’ve been waiting for weeks to hear your opinion.”
Blushing a bright pink, Callie couldn’t look at her directly lest she become distracted and start to stare. “It looks … nice,” she muttered noncommittally.
“You sound like you’re remarking on a dodgy haircut,” she smiled teasingly.
“Well what do you want me to say, then?” she complained, both embarrassed and slightly bemused by the other girl’s playful attitude.
“That I’m the hottest girl you’ve ever seen in your whole life,” she proposed. “Like, I’m unbearably fit and you can hardly keep your hands to yourself.”
All of that was true of course, but Callie felt far too guilty about her behaviour to say it aloud; instead she settled for a different tack, burying her own feelings in obfuscatory misdirection.
“Is that what you wanted to be?” she asked, echoing the sentiment back to her bestie.
“That’s what you wanted me to be, innit?” Jersey countered, turning it around on the taller girl.
“I don’t see what my wants have to do with anything,” Callie returned, too self-conscious to entertain the idea.
“You keep saying stuff like that and it’s going to make me regret the whole thing,” the shorter girl pouted. The volume of her voice dropped off suddenly as she looked away, mumbling abashedly: “The wish was supposed to be for you.”
Perhaps Jersey hadn’t intended for Callie to hear the second part over the sound of the music, but her senses had grown steadily stronger as she spent more time in her new body.
“What do you mean, ‘it was for you’?” Unable to let the sentiment escape, she knew she had to interrogate the seemingly-innocent statement before the other girl buried it completely.
“What it says on the tin,” Jersey sighed, a complicated mix of feelings evident on her adorable face. “It was for me at first, or at least at the very start, just a couple of minor cosmetic things to wipe away some of the anxiety I had about my body.”
It was a version of the same wish that Genie had almost convinced Callie to make, and the taller girl could appreciate the appealing subtlety of it; while it was difficult and extremely embarrassing to try to ask for one’s ideal body, ‘cleaning up’ a few small details seemed far less vain by comparison.
“So how’d it go from ‘minor’ changes to the, uh.” She gestured vaguely at Jersey’s expansive chest. “... those flotation devices, or whatever.”
The guilty blush on the little cow’s face deepened. “When I heard you threw away your wishes so that I could have a couple more, I wanted to pay you back and wish for a few things you might like for yourself but were too stubborn to ask for.”
“Alright, sure,” Callie allowed drily. “So you wished for something utterly ridiculous, like giving me a total smokeshow for a girlfriend.”
Jersey quieted for a moment as the taller girl’s offhanded remark rolled over her. “... Girlfriend?” she echoed a few seconds later, apprehension and something Callie might’ve mistaken for hope lingering on her tongue.
“... As an example,” she muttered, kicking herself inwardly, irritated with how easy it was to put her foot in her mouth. “I didn’t think you’d wish for, um, that specifically.”
“Oh,” she said softly, an air of disappointment to the curt syllable. “Yes, well, I didn’t wish for that specifically, no.”
“Of course not,” Callie agreed hurriedly, trying to soothe the awkwardness her stupid comment had caused.
“Right,” Jersey nodded, replying more slowly; she paused for a moment, then shook off her hesitation as she continued. “Well, the exact content of the wish doesn’t matter, I suppose, but Genie couldn’t grant it right away on account of the fact that you’d already driven so far from us. In order to try to make up for both the distance and the fact that I was trying to wish for someone else’s benefit, Genie needed a little more, um … power, so we were in the process of, ah, giving her that.”
“... Explain,” the taller girl demanded, her conciliatory attitude flipping as her possessiveness flared up at the hint of arousal hidden in the other girl’s story.
“She needed to use some of her sorcery to extend the range of the wish,” Jersey clarified, pressing down on her rising sense of shame. “Surely you heard Genie’s comments about sorcerous proclivities.”
“I did,” Callie acknowledged, having a better idea of where the petite girl’s baby belly had come from.
“In service of that we engaged in a little bit of fooling around ⸻ and were very much enjoying ourselves doing so ⸻ but Genie was just so unbearably hot and preposterously good in bed and I might’ve … said something stupid.” She looked away even as she hugged Callie’s arm against her, giving it a squeeze as she sought reassurance. “I was feeling self-conscious and used the ‘W’-word without thinking and well … yeah.”
Biting back her self-destructive envy, Callie kept an even tone. “And what was the wish?” she prompted.
“I wished I could be more … appropriate to the situation,” Jersey explained vaguely. “I hated feeling out of place next to Genie, so I wished to be hotter for her ⸻ for both of you.”
“I see,” she remarked, seizing on that brief slip of the other girl’s tongue. “So now you resemble Genie’s idea of ‘attractive’.”
“I used more than just the one name,” the smaller girl protested.
“Sure,” Callie returned dismissively, crestfallen.
“I’m serious,” Jersey insisted. “I was thinking just as much about you when I said it.”
“So what,” she huffed, still skeptical, “you wanted Genie to make you drop-dead gorgeous so that you wouldn’t, like, feel self-conscious around me? A girl you’d only met once for like a handful of hours?”
“Can you blame me?” the other girl shot back. “You were achingly hot.” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“You mean I’m hot now,” Callie corrected.
“I’ll agree you’re quite the bombshell,” Jersey allowed, “but you were still fairly lethal when we first met, not to mention how good you looked in all the selfies ….” She trailed off, her bright red colouration seeping down into her shoulders.
“ … You actually liked those?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, looking just as perplexed as Callie felt.
“I don’t know,” the taller girl grumbled, sliding back into self-criticism. “I kinda hated them, honestly. I mean like, obviously I was hoping I could get you to look my way, but I knew if your gaze was ever really on me then it would be … disappointed.”
“Hardly,” Jersey said, shaking her head. “And it doesn’t matter now anyway. We’re both ‘smokeshows’.”
“I guess,” Callie allowed, letting out the anxious breath she’d been holding. “That still doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Why not?” the shorter girl probed.
“Because, like, y’know,” she stammered, stumbling over her words, “... I mean, if you’re supposedly changing in the way I want you to, then it’s my fault you’ve got tits as big as your head.”
Callie had expected the comparison to upset Jersey, but instead the petite girl bit her lip, something inside her awakened by the revelation.
“It’s pretty hot, right?” Jersey mused, her breathy soprano becoming almost a whimper as she ran her nails over her chest.
“Hot?” Callie echoed, feeling conflicted.
On the one hand, she did think it was extremely sexy, but on the other she’d been conditioned to believe that preferring ‘big anime titties’ was a gross perversion typical to men; frustrated that even her sexual interests undermined the presentation of her gender, she was always far too careful of where she looked and what she said, lest she be unmasked as a gross deviant that lacked respect for the ‘female body’. Desiring to be a good lesbian, she’d buried her more-extreme tastes as she struggled to ascribe to the socially-acceptable flavour of ‘unproblematic’ consumption of feminine attractiveness.
“Hot,” Jersey nodded. “It’s thrilling to be someone’s fantasy lay, right? Plus they’re sensitive in a way that feels, uh, very good, so I’m chuffed to bits to have my ‘big anime titties’.”
It was a ludicrous statement, but the sincerity of its delivery made Callie smile. “I guess you’re welcome, then,” she chuckled, her dark mood slowly evaporating under the shorter girl’s care. “I hope you can have a lot of fun with them.”
“I’ve already had loads of fun with them,” Jersey grinned back. “We both have, in fact ⸻ or at least, it seemed like you were having fun.”
“I don’t remember it super well,” Callie admitted. “My ‘dreams’ or whatever were all very hazy, like an impressionist collage of sensation and emotion.”
“You want to give it another go, then?” the shorter girl teased playfully. “Jog your memory a tad.”
Callie did, of course, but there was no way she could answer in the affirmative. She’d already taken advantage of the other girl several times, and while the exact details were still a bit foggy she knew she hadn’t stopped to receive consent before she’d pounced on her petite prey, using her however she liked. As hot as the concept was in theory, the practice of it was far too aggressive.
“... I don’t think I deserve to,” she answered glumly, her self-criticism spiking. “Look, Jersey, I’m not going to claim a lack of fault just because I perceived it as a ‘dream’ or whatever, but I honestly didn’t know what I was doing.” Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pushed through her weak apology. “Even still, I shouldn’t have gone after you like that. I’m sorry for like … mauling you in your sleep. I know you’re trying to cheer me up, but you don’t have to pretend that you liked it or anything, and you have every right to be upset with me.”
“But I’m not upset with you,” Jersey told her sweetly, shaking her head slightly. “I was frightened at first, but once it became clear that you weren’t going to hurt me there was nothing to do but lay back and enjoy it.”
“I know you don’t mean that,” Callie argued, “and it doesn’t make it okay. There’s no way you could’ve said ‘no’ ⸻ I’m like three times your size when I’m like that. You couldn’t push me off even if you wanted to.”
Rather than sober her the way she’d intended, the explicit acknowledgement of the power imbalance instead made Jersey bite her lip, squirming slightly on the bed as she rubbed her thighs together.
“That’s what makes it so hot,” she mewled, a seductive edge to her breathy soprano. “After you came through the window last night you seemed so much more pent-up than before, and you went at me so hard that I thought we were going to break the bed.”
“Is that how you remember it …?” Callie wondered, finding it incongruent with her own recollection. “It felt a lot gentler than that to me, like I couldn’t go as deep or as fast as I wanted.”
“Trust me,” she blushed, “you were plenty deep.”
“Still,” the taller girl muttered, “getting off on it doesn’t make it okay. I shouldn’t have done it.”
Jersey rolled her eyes. “I’m literally telling you that you had my consent,” she chided, growing tired of the other girl’s self-castigation.
“But ⸻”
“No,” the shorter girl interrupted, putting a finger to Callie’s lips. “If we’re going to argue the theoretical semantics of freaky werewolf coupling, then I was the one taking advantage of you. You admitted that your judgement was impaired by perceiving it as a ‘dream,’ which means you couldn’t properly consent to what I was doing.”
Callie took her by the hand, pulling it away so that she could speak.
“I don’t think ‘laying there and taking it’ counts as initiating, or even really ‘doing’ anything at all,” she argued. “And I’d feel awful if you’d tried to claim that you assaulted me anyway.”
“How do you think I feel?” Jersey countered angrily. “I hate the idea that you regret what was honestly the best sex of my life, or that you would deny the connection we shared when you were trying to breed me.”
Though the contentious fire still smouldered in her eyes, the smaller girl’s fierce objection bled away to a quieter contemplation; turning her hand slightly in the other girl’s grip, she slid her small fingers along Callie’s longer digits, letting them intertwine.
“It … meant something to me,” the younger sister murmured, looking ashamed for daring to speak the thought aloud.
It was a dangerous way to phrase the sentiment, as for a brief moment it tricked Callie into believing that her unrequited feelings might not be so one-sided after all. Clinging to that hope, she wanted desperately to seek confirmation but hesitated to ask for it. If she had been mistaken then it would all fall apart, and she was already wrestling with her complicated understanding of their physical relationship.
Perhaps it was best to take things one at a time.
Leaning into a misleading but conspiratorial humour, Callie smiled softly as she squeezed the other girl’s hand.
“... ‘Breed’ you?” she asked, the question itself a knowing smirk.
“That is what ‘beasts’ do,” Jersey mumbled, accepting the taller girl’s quip as a conversational life-preserver. “Granted it would’ve been pretty bothersome to try to find a rubber that big, but I wasn’t on any birth control and you’d always been so supportive of the idea of me having children, so I sort of assumed that you were … trying to help.”
“I mean, I wasn’t not trying to put a baby in you,” Callie relented as her cheeks started to burn a familiar shade of peach. “But like, y’know …”
“... You thought it was a dream,” the smaller girl sighed, finishing for her.
“Something like that,” she agreed.
At first she believed Jersey might give into the growing melancholy, but the other girl surprised her as a conspiratorial grin spread across her face. Drawing even closer, she set Callie’s hand against the growing arc of her abdomen.
“So then what if it is yours?” she asked, encouraging the slight intimacy of the touch. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“I’m sure it isn’t,” Callie began hesitantly, “but in the exceedingly unlikely event that it is, I’d be more than happy to take responsibility.”
“Take responsibility?” the other girl laughed, amused by her turn of phrase. “What’s that supposed to mean ⸻ like, you’d admit you had sex with me?”
“No!” she squeaked, caught off-guard and embarrassed by her sister’s needling. “Like, obviously we had sex, but I mean more like … it’s just a thing they say.”
“A thing ‘they’ say?” Jersey giggled. “Who’s ‘they’? The girls in your fanfics?”
Too flustered to reply, Callie responded with a sort of pained expression that only served to make the other girl laugh even harder. While it was mortifying to some extent, Jersey’s good humour was infectious; still blushing, Callie found herself joining in, the two sisters giggling together as the weight she’d been feeling steadily lifted from her shoulders.
When they finally calmed down a few minutes later, they were left holding each other’s gaze, broad smiles plastered across their faces. Despite the sense of relief that’d washed over the pair after finally having broached the difficult conversation, a rising tension began to take its place, lingering in the air between them.
“It’s honestly kinda funny,” Callie started, breaking the easy silence, “I legit never thought we’d ever be talking like this.”
“We talk about bawdy things all the time,” Jersey reminded her with a laugh. “It’s all over our texts.”
“Yeah, no, I know that,” she tried again, “but I don’t mean horny stuff. I mean like, talking face to face, in the same room.”
It had been an unattainable scenario for Callie, something she could wish for but never hope to achieve, but over the last several weeks it had become commonplace. More than that, she was living under the same roof as her crush, the literal girl of her dreams already inside her room and laying on her bed. They were closer than she could’ve ever hoped to be, and to the taller girl it felt like the realisation of a miracle. Kept at this intimate distance, she couldn’t help but be overcome by her deeper feelings for Jersey, those both affectionate and prurient ⸻ which, given their new relationship as ‘sisters,’ were also strictly taboo.
And fuck if that didn’t make it even hotter.
As if guessing the direction of her thoughts, Jersey flashed her a sly grin.
“I’m up for more than just talking, if you’d like,” she hummed, licking her lips in anticipation.
Callie would’ve been lying if she’d said that tiny gesture didn’t have an effect on her, and as close as they were it was impossible for her to hide the steadily growing tent to her shorts. Both annoyed and somewhat impressed with her own libido, she shifted awkwardly as she tried to make the bulge less-obvious, which only succeeded in rubbing it against the other girl’s thigh; they both shared the same reaction, a pleasant harmony to their excited gasps.
“That feels like a ‘yes’,” Jersey tittered, laying a hand against the taller girl’s hip; even threatening that intimacy, she still hesitated, her big cow eyes searching for permission.
“I don’t know that we should,” Callie mumbled, finding it much harder to give in to her desires when she wasn’t all wolfed-out. “I mean, like, ‘cause I’m kinda big, and you’re … very small, and very pregnant.”
“And?” the petite girl demanded, goading her sister. “Is that doing it for you?”
It was.
Jersey was already hooking her fingers into the waistband of the taller girl’s shorts as Callie rolled her over onto her back. Even as thicc as she was, the smaller girl seemed to weigh almost nothing to the excited older girl as she shifted her into the center of the mattress and knelt between her thighs. Her fangs felt so sharp in her mouth as they kissed, the thought entirely too distracting as she stripped off her clothes ⸻ were they a danger to the other girl? Could they hurt her?
Would Jersey like it if they did?
Absent the ferocity of her bestial form everything felt slower, more deliberate; she was finally present-enough to appreciate the finer details: the way the younger sister’s chest overflowed the cups of her too-small bra, the plush softness of her lips, the cute gasps she made as Callie set her teeth against her throat. Everything about the adorable little cow was perfect for her, a sweetly-scented feast pinned beneath her. Tearing at the clasp of her bra with eager fingers, she released the mewling tart from the last of her clothes, devouring her with hungry eyes.
Seizing hold of her tits with both hands, Callie marveled at their size and flawless teardrop shape; trailing kisses across soft skin, she kneaded the pillowy globes with artful intention, the corners of her mouth turning up into a delighted smirk as her lips latched to a stiff nipple the size of her thumb, eliciting an erotic chorus of moans that threatened to crescendo to a volume they'd be able to hear downstairs.
Mischievous hooves pawed at her cock in turn, the little cow stroking her with an enthusiastic if unskilled touch; it was hard to say which of the two was more thrilled to learn that Jersey's fingers couldn't quite close around its circumference. Doubtlessly some other girl would’ve felt trepidation at the idea of trying to fit it inside, but the built-for-sex bimbo was already drooling with need as Callie lined herself up; impatient with the taller girl’s cautious entry, Jersey dug her heels into back, rewarding them both with a tight but welcoming fit.
Still, even caught-up as she was in that blissful sensation, the older girl could feel her sister's growing dismay.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, the suction of her lips making a wet pop as she released the smaller girl's nipple.
“It still. Feels. Brilliant,” Jersey gasped around the solid thrusts of her elder sister, convincing Callie to slow to a more measured pace suitable for conversation.
“But it’s not how you like it,” the older girl finished for her, frowning slightly.
“I don’t dislike it,” the little cow assured her after she caught her breath, “but usually you’re a lot … ⸻ scarier. Y’know, when you’re all wolfed-out.” Miming the claws and teeth of a monstrous predator, she looked about as threatening as a kitten, earning an amused chuckle from her lover.
Certainly Callie would’ve loved to give her bestie the feral fuck she wanted, but a number of considerations held her back. For one, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay present-enough to properly enjoy (and remember) the experience, but for two she wasn’t sure how many more cup-sizes her little sister could stand to go through.
“Are you sure you even want that?” she asked hesitantly, recalling how the other girl seemed to grow shorter and wider every time Callie … uh, bred her. “Everyone already thinks you’re a bimbo now; what will they say when you can’t even, like, get your arms around your tits?”
“I don’t care what they think,” the smaller girl huffed, though her breathier tone combined with the way she reflexively squeezed Callie inside her made the older girl believe she found the idea at least somewhat appealing. “What I care about is milking your bollocks until you can’t remember what you were depressed and horny about.”
“I think I’ll always remember the second part,” she smirked, eyeing the other girl appreciatively, “but I don’t think I’m like … in control of ‘wolfing-out’ or whatever.”
If the transformation required some sort of impetus or circumstance, Callie had no idea what it was. Having never known any mythical beasts herself she didn’t have anyone she could ask either, which frustrated the monstrous familiar; if the point was to protect her mistress, it annoyed her that she couldn’t manage it on-command.
A guilty blush spreading across her features, Jersey couldn’t contain her mischievous smile. “... I might be, actually,” she mused, suppressing a giggle.
“You?” Callie returned skeptically.
“Well, Genie said we’re supposed to instinctively know each other’s ‘needs,’ correct?”
“Sure,” the taller girl allowed, then fixed her with a smug half-smile. “Are you saying you need a mauling?”
“Yes, please,” Jersey whimpered excitedly. “I very much need it.”
At first Callie wasn’t sure if it could even work that way, but either her own desires or the other girl’s gleeful encouragement caused a familiar rumble to build inside her chest. Unable to control her steadily-rising ferocity, she started to growl as she felt the strange pink haze fog the corners of her vision, the mattress and its occupant seeming to shrink beneath her while the perverse outline of her cock appeared to swell inside the much-smaller girl. Taking handfuls of the sheets in her hands, she heard the fabric tear against her lengthening claws, her sharpening teeth forcing an impatient snarl.
Towering over her (very) little sister in her hulking form, Callie struggled to stay in conscious control, her awareness of her surroundings diminishing as her shifting senses focused on her favourite prey: her soft embrace, her enticing scent, her sweet taste. Giving in to her baser instinct, she wasted little time in resuming her interrupted fuck at a much-harder pace, pounding the sudden swell of her aggression into her stress-relief little cow.
Unable to stop herself once she’d started, the wolfish Callie was at least present enough to enjoy the newest changes to her sister once she pumped her first load into the mooing tart. Perhaps because the magic was incapable of summoning more mass beyond another inch of loss to her height, Jersey’s expansive chest gained seductive function weeks ahead of what an expectant mother would require. Dribbling milk at what felt like the same rate she was being stuffed with cum, the literal little cow moaned appreciatively as the beast dipped her muzzle to relieve her of her burden, suckling at her teats with obvious enjoyment.
Engrossed in the delectable thrill of her feast, Callie barely noticed her own changes as comparatively minor as they were, and she hardly slowed her pace once the knot sealed the two together. Wrapping Jersey up in her powerful arms, she was practically purring as she cradled her favourite against her, savouring the intimacy of their skinship; lost in the comforting warmth of her lover, the hours passed without her notice, recognition only dawning once Kelly arrived to inform them that lunch was ready and elicited a possessive bark from the feral Callie.
Valiantly restraining her own stiffening erection, their mum assured the couple she’d leave them to their cuddling and then politely fled back downstairs.