1,568,401 BC
1,568,401 BC
Ma poked her head out of the cave entrance. Her long, rats-nest of dark hair tickled down her back as her eyes scanned a well-worn footpath into the trees. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon and she was worried that Dag was nowhere to be seen. Dag’s hunched over, short, muscled, hairy body flashed through her mind and a spike of fear stuck into her chest at the mere idea of him being in danger. Ma scratched her bare breasts. Her rough, calloused hands and broken, dirty fingernails rubbed against her leathery skin. Her once proud, supple tits had deflated and sagged downwards as if she had never worn any type of support. Her hand then scratched at the carpet of wiry pubic hair covering her vagina like a stinky jungle canopy.
Since she first appeared here, many moons ago, Ma had slowly morphed into...whatever she was now. She tried to stop it at first, but little by little her humanity was stripped away and she had long since given up. Where would she go? Who could she explain it to? Her former body was a distant memory and completely unrecognizable compared to her current form. In fact, Ma was starting to look distinctly inhuman. Every day, week, month, year that passed further separated her from her former self.
As if to illustrate that point, Ma felt a creak in her back and her already poor posture worsened. Her bones shifted ever-so-slightly and her frame became a tad broader and a tad thicker. Her pronounced brow surged forward while more IQ points evaporated from her shrinking brain. Specifically, her thoughts simplified as more of her higher brain function ceased. Ma’s toothless mouth hung open and a trickle of drool flowed down her chin while dark hair thickened within her armpits. Every change nudged her a little bit further down the evolutionary chain.
Shaking it off, Ma turned and stomped back into the cave. Her elongated feet slapped against the cold stone. She stopped and watched a few coarse hairs poke out from the top of her foot. The image of perfectly smooth, itty-bitty feet flashed in her mind. Contrasted against her dirty, increasingly hairy, increasingly long feet those tiny things in her memory were long gone.
The glow from the central fire lit up her rugged face and she felt the warmth of heat and safety flow over her. She pushed her concern for Dag from her mind while stoking the flames. Dag was an experienced hunter and a fierce protector. She knew he wasn’t about to abandon his wife and kids! Ma’s attention turned to her oldest son, Garv, who approached the fire with his long arms outstretched. His simian-like face acknowledged his mother with a cheeky smile. She felt a swell of maternal pride. Soon her boy would be strong enough to hunt with his father and protect the clan. She imagined him taking over as leader and siring a family of his own someday.
Ma’s daydream was cut short by the piercing cry of a hungry newborn. She felt a stirring in her sagging breasts as she tottered over to the far corner of the cave. A proverbial daycare was waiting to greet her. Dag’s second wife, Isa, was tending to the gaggle of children ranging from newborn to toddler. Isa was unlike the other women of the clan as Ma knew she was also undergoing a transformation. Ma remembered when Isa first arrived and her figure was tall, lithe and curved. Before long, she had taken on a shorter, blockier shape just like Ma had. Ma saw Isa’s body was covered in hair and her chest was deflated and saggy. She watched as Isa’s tiny, freckle covered nose began to widen and flatten in real time. She held the crying baby towards Ma with an elongated, hairy hand while patting gingerly at her transforming nose with the other. The freckles faded and turned into hair.
Ma rolled her dark, primate-like eyes and grabbed the infant before pushing it to her deflated breast. It latched immediately. How long would Isa continue to refused to breed with Dag? She was useless with the clan’s children if her breasts wouldn’t produce! She needed to get pregnant if Dag kept insisting his own wives fed everybody’s kids. Ma couldn’t get too upset, however, as she remembered a time when she, too, rejected Dag’s magnificent, stubby cock. Isa’s shoulders drooped at Ma’s disapproval and Ma knew she was on the verge of submitting. Maybe tonight would be the night where Dag would mount and impregnate her? Ma certainly hoped so, especially when Isa shoved the mouth of a second baby onto her other breast.
Ma sighed and sat down next to the young children. Two babies greedily suckled at her breasts while she watched Garv and the rest of the older kids run around the fire. Their shadows danced off the walls and their laughter echoed. Ma smiled a toothless grin as her mind wandered and leaked even more intelligence. She had not menstruated for a long while and she was certain she was pregnant again. She was so excited to communicate it to Dag! Fantasizing about birthing another proto-human baby sent the lower portion of her face protruding forward into a pseudo-snout. She also grew a few fleshy wrinkles which gave her a distinctly inhuman appearance.
A commotion near the cave entrance drew Ma and Isa’s attention. Ma leapt to her feet as her dark eyes focused on Dag, her knight in shining armor, and his stone bladed spear. She shimmied towards him while continuing to breastfeed his children. Ma submissively bowed her head and dropped onto her butt before opening her legs and presenting her dark, floppy, hairy labia. But, before Dag could even react, Isa plopped down next to Ma, presenting her own vagina. As Dag watched, Isa’s puffy, hairless human slit darkened and morphed. It became shallower, more primate-like and covered in wild, dark hair. It was perfectly suited to accommodate Dag’s smaller penis and could breed with him seamlessly. It was the same process that had happened to Ma when she first submitted to Dag.
Ma felt a pang of jealousy as Dag’s short, fur covered, muscled body descended on Isa and they started fucking in earnest. As soon as his stubby cock touched her dark slit, Isa’s intelligence began to drain like an hourglass and her physiology shifted to better fit her new role. Ma stayed in place and kept her attention on the babies, knowing Dag would get to her eventually. She knew she was already pregnant, but it couldn’t hurt to keep Dag happy and his balls drained. The sounds of sub-human sex echoed in the cave.
Ma and Isa went on to birth dozens of Dag’s children. Neither of them remembered their former life and they assimilated into Dag’s clan as two perfectly normal females. The old woman never resurfaced.
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