Being partway human, she could ignore them, but what was the fun in that, really? Luckily, a creamy tan patch of underside fuzz helped censor her naughty bits.īefore she could think on this new self further, the sounds and smells of the moonlit world out her window caused her newly formed instincts to buzz about her head. Feeling about her furry bod, she was E cup, easy, and the rest of her had doubled in sinewy rabbity thiccness to complement it. She had to hunch over slightly to see her face in the mirror, meaning she was easily in the ballpark of 7 and a half, maybe even 8 feet tall. Needless to say, the newly born Werebunny wasn't disappointed by the new Her. The werebunny relaxes a moment, before daring one more glance at the mirror. The shirt tears open right down the center, allowing impressive chestes to bounce out (supported by a sinewy but not too muscular build). As the woman flexes her shoulders and thrusts out her chest, she mutters longingly as her shoulder seams give way, followed by the rest. The shirt, by this point more like a poorly made sports bra on account of the ballooning bosum and barreling bod of our almost complete werebunny, is last to go. Finally, the waistband of the shorts break open, and a puffy cottontail emerges and wags free of the burst-open jammy shorts, scraps of cloth and a husky sigh from the woman unintentionally giving confetti and fanfare to the new limbs emergence. Swaying rapidly widening hips this way and that, her rabbit ears twitch at the sound of said hips shredding seam after seam like paper mache. Her pitch black hairdo (the change only lengthening and spiking it slightly to accent her new, wild appearance)Īnd her bluish green eyes (which, while wider and cuter than a human's at first, narrow after a moment on account of strain, as her pajamas continue to hug tighter and tighter against her extremities.)įinally, the woman feels the end her spine tense as a little extra buds off of it's end. She safely confirms she is indeed becoming a half girl, half rabbit Were being, the only 100% human parts left being: This causes an enbarrassed blush at first, but from the mirror at one corner of the Dorm, the woman can see the blush fade as dark brown fuzz finishes covering her person, ending at her face as it lengthens and narrows a bit as a lapin muzzle. As she attempts to cover the rips in her outfit, more emerge from other parts as she unintentionally flexes her greatly enlarged and improved arms and legs. She was a fan of fantasy, sure, but not quite an exhibitionist. A few seams of her shirt rip open here, and the waistband of her jammie shorts start to fray there. A mix of vertigo at standing and noticing a full half-foot jump in height, as well as a conspicuous wedgie from chestes and hips that jumped up a size and a half to further tighten the Jammies illict a girly yelp from our transforming heroine. She low-key wanted it to progress further.Īt this moment the woman's body, almost unconsciously responding to her long repressed desires, begins speeding up in it's growth. She wasn't fearing her new (likely monthly after this point) form. One that she secretly hoped and dreamed would be a regular thing for years.Īt this point, the initial pain of the change was long gone, and an endorphin induced, morning stretch-esque pleasure was slowly taking it's place. She could guess something in the carrots as well as the full moon light pouring out her Dorm window was inducing a notably lagomorphic change in her body. And full moon born werecreatures were part of it. The woman was a scrawny, flat chested 5 foot nothing for years even after starting college she was the textbook definition of a late bloomer. Most women of this lady's age would be terrified of this sort of thing happening, but she was more intrigued and bemused than anything. She can even see lighter, more tan fuzz about her midriff, which is steadily becoming more noticable as her increased height starts making a gap between the jammies top and bottom. Not only that, but every inch of exposed skin starts sprouting downy brown fur. Over the course of a few minutes, the girl sees herself gain slowly but surely not only in her height, but also in measurements, her pajama shirt and shorts beginning to tent slightly under newly formed curves.
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