Joining the Corrupted
I got bit by a werewolf. And survived.
Everyone knew what that meant, even me, in my shock.
So I hid it from them. My classmates, my friends. Yeah. Nobody needs to know.
Except I feel it now, crawling up my arm. Beckoning me to let it spread. The fur. It's thick, grey, and stinks like dog.
No, no, I don't want to become a werewolf! Don't do this to me!
I say that in my sleep, amidst nightmares of running, fleeing from the massive wolf.
It always catches me, tears me up, throws me into the air and swallows, whole.
But it doesn't hurt, in the dream. It feels... warm--hot, beckoning, as I become part of the wolf.
When I woke up in a cold sweat the next morning, it was there. Up my entire right arm--a big patch of hair.
I can't hide this, it's growing off the back of my hand, thick and bushy! And what are these... oh my god.
These claws are so sharp...
It felt like just a brief tingle, when I got up out of the blankets, and then it returned once again.
And again, accelerating, like a fuzzy wave washing over me, hot and stinging.
After each lapse, the fur grows thicker. Soon my entire right arm is consumed.
I think there's fur on my back and chest, now...
So, I tried to hide the changes that morning, as I got clothed and ready for the bus.
I still don't have a car, at eighteen. What an embarassment. Graduation even comes soon.
And the stink of dog is still in the air. I try to shut it out, but my nose picks it up better than ever.
I don't think there's a way out of this...
That time comes, and my stomach is still empty.
I wolfed down eggs, toast, and bacon, but that's how it feels. It's growing, stirring.
The wolf inside me wants to eat. No! I can't let it out!
My brother sees the troubled look in my eyes, but I shrug it off as anxiety.
I think... I think I ran. When I saw the car.
I can't remember much now. I just saw it moving,
And chased, bolting after it.
Somehow, despite my distraction, I found myself on campus at last.
Hah... haah... It feels good.
I want out of this hoodie though, I feel so hot.
Still hiding my fur. I'm sure I ran here, but I can't remember.
Everything is spinning now. I feel that tingling wave wash over me again.
Something in my pants stretches. I double over onto my hands and knees.
Growing a tail has never felt so painful, and so good--and perhaps I'll never feel pleasure of its like again.
Each transformation feels more at home, more easy to invite, though.
When my tail finally snags my belt, it lifts it loose and undone, and springs over my waistline.
It's winter snow out. Light, but falling. It touches my hot, bare back.
I took off the sweatshirt. It was too much. What I found was amazing.
It keeps spreading, so thick! And white, now, not just grey!
More, please, further! I'm begging you, it feels so... right!
It caught up to my chin. It's all over my barreling chest.
The stink is so strong, and it's making me horny.
Being a werewolf is too much! My thoughts turn to my classmates.
They'd make sexy wolves. I should share this gift.
It's frigid out, but I barely feel a thing as I drop my pants.
It's almost completely grown over me--thick grey fur on my thighs,
Calves, knees, legs, ankles... my incredibe, firm wolfman ass.
Alright, alright! You win! I accept!
It's him... he's seen me. Brother.
Do I still look like your brother?
My face... my face tickles. I can feel it stretching toward him.
I get up on my legs, stumbling, as I kick off my shoes.
He's watching me in awe, as muscles ripple through my chest,
As the fur blankets me, and begins to encroach upon my face.
I take a step forward, and finally allow the toenails to go.
My feet stretch out huge and clawed, and I feel the fur thicken into pads beneath.
Sooooo good. I breathe his smell, as he stands there paralyzed in the snow.
More... my face. Take my face.
I come to him, and embrace. It stretches into a snout.
I lick him with hot, tainted breath, my drool thick as cum.
My tail unfurls, bushy, complete.
I bend him to his knees, slice his belt with a finger.
The corruption spreads through my eyes, and ears, and nose.
All my senses filled with thirst and awareness.
I can feel him trembling, as I thrust, mounting his backside,
My weight and odor overpowering him in the cold, the heat
Blankets him, as I extend my reach, down between his legs
Releasing my rod from its sheathe, and squirting hot precum.
Several kisses later, I feel the whiskers springing forth.
Nothing is clear anymore--except that I must make more wolves!
This will be my first--I can feel my balls sway and swing, thick with grey fur
Beating against his smooth behind.
It slides in with amazing ease, each inch creeping,
Slick and smooth with each assault.
And then with a pop, we are one.
I swell and knot to fill his insides, and dribble drool down his neck.
Ripping his shirt open, I reveal foul fur.
As the curse spreads faster, like a bonfire, crackling.
He grunts and staggers, as both our heads are consumed in fur.
Whining as his snout snaps out full of fangs, and he lolls his newfound tongue.
My friends walk out to see the commotion. Were we that nearby?
I realize we are standing on the stoop of the school's front entrance.
Or kneeling as it is, pounding into one another.
He screams: "I... can't fight it!" As they stare in dismay.
His member stands erect, and in seconds is engulfed,
A sheathe rising like flood water, wave after wave of thrusting
Makes it wash overtop his rounded head, and squeeze tightly shut.
Only to be proceeded by a rapid burst, his crimson cocktip jutting forth.
He rains upon them, outside-tied.
Thick, yellow, canine spunk.
With a roar, he is consumed, fully furred, fanged, and clawed.
And the rubberneckers wallow, or rather, they will--in our goop.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes... sweating between our toes... panting with our tongues....
Soon, our pack is three, and then four, and then five.
And blissful orgies soar over howls of pleasure.
We conspire, and lick each others butts, and embrace
A world where nothing is needed--
Say for hunger... and drive.