The hardened edge of the car's buckle dug into Janelle's hip as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Amber lights flooded the streets while she slowly made her way downtown, passing groups of smokers standing outside bars and restless homeless people setting up camp for the night.
She wore a red dress that rode high on her thighs. At a stoplight, she tugged at the edge of the dress while raising her ass in the seat. The dress was meant to be revealing but she didn't remember it being as tight as it was. When the light changed, she accelerated.
Fatty tissue slowly continued to build within her thighs and ass, forming over strands of muscle as they broke and regrew stronger than before. The bottom of the dress teased her skin while it glided higher on her bare legs. She dug her thumb between her waist and the buckle to push it away before edging sideways.
When another light changed to red, she stopped and flipped down her visor, lifting her chin to stare at her lipstick and then lowering to check her eyebrows. In her rush to change clothes and make it to the club, she hadn't made time to ensure she was properly put together, instead relying on years of experience in waking up late for work and rushing to get ready.
Her cream-colored nails scratched lightly against the black and white hairs lining the nape of her neck. The back of her head lay above her headrest now and, as she turned to check before changing lanes, her hidden ossicones scratched the fabric lining the roof of her car. Her loose black hair parted briefly to show the twin stunted bumps before she turned and her bangs settled over them.
The tip of Janelle's violet tongue slipped between her lips, resting against both cherry-red lips as she briefly considered which of her two favorite clubs to visit. Her ears angled backwards as she concentrated and then she nodded, flicking her signal before turning right.
Onyx hairs crept down the middle of her back from the end of the narrow tuft descending from her nape. The advancing fur gave way to gray in alternating patterns until they reached her tailbone. They slowed and then spread in a short, wide feathery pattern over the curve of her ass. She grunted, shoving back in her seat and rocking side-to-side to scratch the itch the new hairs left behind.
Despite it not being the weekend, cars filled the parking lot for Empire Club. A few people stood by their cars, laughing and smoking and a bouncer checked wristbands with a flashlight, just outside the entry. She turned into the parking lot, winding her way through the rows until she found an empty spot.
Pushing open her car door, she turned and cursed as she bumped her forehead against the edge of the car. She rubbed her head and glared at the frame of the door. Flexing her lengthened, graceful neck, she ducked and stepped onto the concrete.
She could already picture herself inside and her excitement built. Bending, she grabbed her wallet from her purse and then tugged at the bottom of her dress. However, as she stood, it pulled up, stopping just beneath the generous curves of her ass. She flexed her toes while she walked amongst the other cars. They tingled as if gently pricked by thorns and her nails rasped together between her inner toes. The ankle straps on her heels held her feet tightly in place but the bones grinded together regardless and she winced with each step.
A bone formed, a tiny pearl within her ankle that grew larger with each added layer as her long pastern bone grew into place and other bones began to fuse, giving shape to her new fetlock joint.
As she rifled through her purse, the brute watching the door shook his head.
"No cover for ladies tonight," he grumbled, holding out a wristband.
She gave him her arm and eyed him, staring at his arms and legs and the short but thick expanse of his neck. He clicked the wristband into place and then stared over her shoulder, bored with the routine.
Not him,
she decided as he pulled the door open.
Music surrounded her when she stepped inside and her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Booths ringed the wide open dance floor and her ears trembled as the bass from hidden speakers threatened to overwhelm her. Yet the energy pulled her inside. Her sudden anxiety was replaced by a powerful urge to mingle, to cloak herself in the naked emotions displayed by the horde of people dancing and grinding on the floor.
A hunger rose within her when she walked to the railing to watch them. Her purple tongue slid out, narrow and long, briefly dipping below her chin before twisting around to her cheek and then her nose, licking the sweat just beginning to form. The gnawing need tightened and then spread outward and her knees clicked together, aching and knobby and weak. The girl's thighs rubbed and her dress pulled tighter as the bottom dragged upward to cup her ass, leaving the narrow strip of her dark panties bare to all.
More cartilage formed at the base of her ossicones, forcing the blunt tips just past her bangs. She reached back to grip her hair, pulling it over her shoulder to reveal the hair covering her neck and the mane of fur running down her nape. She held her hair and then released it, shaking her head. Her neck swayed as she stamped a foot, striking the ground with a thick heel from her shoes. Her glossy black hair caught on her fur until she shook her head again to settle it behind her back.
Just beyond the wide strap covering the front of her feet, her toes grew into two distinctive lumps. The skin between her right big toe and the neighboring toe slowly finished pressing together as the bones within widened and it finished merging into one of her split hooves. Pewter hairs pushed through the top of her feet, emerging randomly until they darkened near her ankles.
Her hand rested against her neck, the nails gently scratching against skin and fur as she eyed the crowd. They were mostly couples and her eyes lingered on the males, watching them entice their partners. Watched as they grabbed their females and shoved against them. Her mouth opened and she pushed a hand against her lower belly, massaging the soft skin there and the ducts forming beneath the skin. She groaned as she watched a woman spin around her boyfriend before pressing into him and leaning her head back against his shoulder.
The music changed to a different beat and the dancers slowed, changing positions as they found their footing to match the new style. She grew restless and frustrated as she watched them, suddenly sure she would be alone and have wasted her trip.
There!
she told herself, leaning over the railing. The dress rose higher, slipping over her ass. A few black hairs dotted her dark skin and she uselessly tugged the dress down when she stood straight again.
A single man danced unselfconsciously by himself at the perimeter of the floor. He was Latino and shorter than men she was usually interested in but he carried himself with an immense amount of self confidence. His black shoes flashed as he spun and moved and she moaned while watching him. From his slick, dark hair to his short, perfectly trimmed beard and his loose shirt with a few curly chest hairs showing, her eyes hugged his body.
