Forced Age Regression Furry Novels & Stories

"But what if I don't want to be a wolf? How do I stop it from happening after the baby is born? I can't stay pregnant forever." Flopping on the bed beside the one she perched on, Marc reached over and snagged a fry, startling her. "Oh, it's not that bad. So you'll turn furry once a month. You'll also be stronger, faster, and more resilient." "Hairy, fanged, and scary," she retorted. "And if you get caught in the rain, your whole house will smell like wet dog," Trent added. "Get over it. You can't change it, so either embrace it or learn to live with it."

"I hate that this happened, everything would have finally gone right, it's just- ugh, it was all going great." "It's not your fault baby, don't worry, things will be back to normal before you know it," she said. She brought out some packed meat, seasoned them and placed them over the fire. I'm a matte of time, the men were back and they had more people with them. My mum and I got to our feet and acknowledged the presence of four other wolves. One of them was really really old, and werewolves aged slower than humans so one would have to be over two hundred years old to have grey hair and such wrinkled skin.

Pft. I know what Furry means. Although she has power, her weakness is the metal itself; since she transformed into a rabbit, her ability was limited and because of lack of spiritual energy she can’t transform back either. When I hold Furry, her body absorbs some of my spiritual energy, since I have plenty of it. “Hahaha, you’re a rule-breaker!” the entire group laughed. Furry pouted her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m just curious! Hmph.”

The crone replied. Marie turned her attention back to Seb and her heart dropped. Seb wasn't howling anymore but growling. His eyes were beaming a bright yellow and had doubled in size. His fingernails had changed into claws and he began using them to rip off large chucks of skin off his chest. Beneath the skin was black thick fur like hair. It was the color of the night sky and so shiny it looked wet. Seb dropped to his knees withering in pain when his bones began to snap and pop at unnatural angles.

Her voice was even softer this time, with a maternal sweetness edging through. Rex didn't answer right away; instead, he scoffed. His condescending attitude grabbed everyone's attention, especially Akira. She examined him, her eyes sizing him up and down. She rarely spoke to anyone, but she could see the striking resemblance to Prince Dominus. However, she had her doubts. For all those years she had been his plaything, she had never known he had a child, though she knew he had a harem of women he pursued when he felt like it. She quickly concluded that it must have been one of them who made the child possible. Though she couldn't really tell his age, northern wolves have a very fast growth r

His back was facing me as his sight darted outside the glass wall. After dusting off myself, I stuffed my hand in my pockets while gazing at him through his reflection, “Consider it as done.” A sneer flashed on his face and his jaw stiffened, fist clenched on his sides, “you messed up the last you said that,” looking over his shoulder just to stab daggers on me, “you freely let that brownish wolf roam around the city.” Brownish wolf? It's probably Laurent Roberts. I knew it from the very beginning. His wolf’s massive regenerating ability was what made him a real pain in the ass.

A scream escaped my lips as pain coursed through my joints. "Are you alright?" Ana inquired, looking perplexed. In that moment, an extraordinary transformation overtook me. My body expanded, the sound of tearing clothes punctuating the air. My hands, now outstretched and aching, were covered in fur, ending in sharp claws. "Oh, my God, you're wolfing out!" Ana exclaimed, her voice a mixture of panic and excitement.

he exclaimed before closing the door. I howl angrily. I exclaimed and bowed. My body began to weaken as if I were trying to lose weight. I really want to eat a human right now, but I can't. When I'm like this, I have a strong desire for human meat. I've had one taste of human flesh, but it was only once. Because I didn't return home right away, I turned into a werewolf. J suddenly bites everyone I see and eats the flesh inside. My sharp teeth and fangs emerge as I growl loudly. My sharp nails had came out. I'm turning into a monster now. My face gradually become hairy now.

Aaron whispered. Under the heavy rain, pulsating energy coursed through every inch of me. My fur began to recede, giving way to soft, delicate skin. As the transformation progressed, the fur on my head transformed into long strands of hair that cascaded gently over my shoulders, tickling my back with a comforting sensation. My paws, which had served as limbs, retracted, giving space to human fingers and delicate hands. I ran one hand over the other, marveling at the softness of my skin.

I glance at Clayton, he just shrugs his shoulders. Twenty minutes later we are ready to shift and continue, the older female wolf is little and lean just like her but it’s fit. Its warm mahogany coloured fur shines in the high morning sunshine, as soon as I shift it comes and submits to me showing me its neck. My wolf squares her shoulders in pride, I feel our mate step up behind us giving us our moment.