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The big full moon was bright in the sky. Outside the city where the park rolled up into a hill, there was moaning. There was grunting. There were sounds of agony that echoed along among the trees. It was Wilheim. The young redhead man flailed up the hill. "No, no!" he screamed. "N, not tonight!" The cursed writhed within him. His suit had been dishevelled with all his flailing around and the periods of sweat he had. He growled, trying to keep the beast within but the beast was much stronger than he was under the light of the full moon. He went to the top of the hill, needing to get away from others, hoping that if he got away from the rest of civilization, he wouldn't change-- he wouldn't hurt anyone. His chest throbbed. That was a sign that [i]it[/i] was coming. He clutched his chest with a feathery hand and grit his bill. The beast was unleashing. As he stared into the sky in horror, moonlight reflecting off his eyes, his pupils turned sharp and slim. He growled and the anguish of his face turned to rage. He groaned. There was a sound of stretching as his body enlarged. The folds of his suit pushed out as his arms widened with feral muscle. His torso stretched. His legs lengthened. He snarled as his bill shifted and his feathers got longer with lots of plumage around his cheeks and neck. The front of his bill grew a narrow spike down the front and the color at the end darkened. In the haze of his transformation, he couldn't pay attention to things like holding in saliva and drool slapped out of his mouth. His legs lengthened out of his pants, scaly calves showing themselves. His shoes ballooned with mass inside wanting out, pressing against the leather until a big tear was heard and scaled toes with sharp claws burst out the front. The feet continued to grow until the shoes split down the sole and the feet were freed. His torso extended upward, revealing a fuzzy midriff. His body had extended out, strong. And his eyes sharpened and as they reflected the full moon light, Wilheim let out a mighty cry so all the world knew of his beasthood. [b]*SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*[/b] It echoed over the town. The beast was freed, staring out into the world with feral eyes. He sniffed into the air, trying to sense what was around him. He stared at the trees, his clothes, and the remnants of his shoes on the ground. All of the fabrics were strange to him, now that his mind had regressed. And now that he was a beast, it was time to get up to some beast business. He leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and cracked a bit of a grin as the werehawk loosened his bladder. There was a [b]*pssssssss*[/b] and a wet spot formed on the werehawk's pants. It grew downward quickly, extending its vines across the fabric of Wilheim's once expensive pants. The liquid pooled at the crotch and seeped through, running down the front and dripping to the floor. The wetness swam down his legs and out the bottom of each leg. His grin remained. Then there was a [b]*FRRRRRRT*[/b] that came behind Wilheim. He relaxed his knees and wiggled his toes as his body evacuated fecal matter into his pants. As squelching roared behind him, he stared out front-- content. It felt good to let go of his bodily wastes, and the warm feeling on his butt comforted him. There were a few more [b]*frrrt*[/b]s and then his bowel movement was done. He looked down at the wet duds on him and was confused where all the pee went but he didn't have the mind to care that much. He sniffed up into the air and got down on all fours to run into the trees. What did the night have in store for the beast? Trisha walked alone under the full moon. It was a beauty. The air smelled nice in the young mallard's bill. She was wearing a t-shirt and a jacket with a pair of capris but the breeze was so nice she wished she could have been wearing nothing! Her phone rang. Still walking, she reached into her purse and pulled it out. "Hiiii!" said Trisha. "Hey Trish," it was her friend Dana. "Were you doing anything tonight?" "Did you want to hang out?" asked Trisha. She looked at her phone. "It's ten at night." "You stay up all night anyway," said Dana. Trisha chuckled. "I was going to go home and watch the new Chad Hardbill movie. What was it called? Hot Zone." "Never saw that one," said Dana. "Didn't hear anything about it." "It doesn't need to be good," said Trisha, smiling, "Hardbill's the kind of guy that gets me slipping my hand between my legs." They let out a loud laugh, Trisha cackle ringing through the trees. Dana said, "Oh ok. I'll let you to it." They said their byes and Trisha put her phone away. Something watched from the trees, though. It was the werehawk. He walked on all fours and since transforming had ripped open his shirt, his buff, feathery chest out in the moonlight. He crawled down a hill, sniffing in Trisha's direction. Trisha noticed him but thought he was a large guy when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. She was worried of a stranger approaching her but didn't think he was special in any way. But when she looked at him and saw his grotesque body. Trisha screamed. She wanted to run but was so stunned by the large, muscular beast walking over her way that her legs couldn't function. Crawling on all fours, the beast walked over, his hind high in the air and his tie hanging from his collar and dragging on the ground. Trisha backed away but in vain. She knew she couldn't outrun a creature of that primal strength, muscles carving out of his frame. The beast took a look at Trisha with feral eyes, sniffing in through his razor beak at her, trying to get her scent. As he approached he got up on his feet, blocking the sky with his mighty height. He stood before Trisha, monstrous body inches away from hers. He could have ripped her head off with a single hand and when he took a single step forward on those meaty, wide, clawed feet, Trisha twitched. Her body and mind were so focused on the werehawk and her coming doom that her mind didn't have the concentration to hold her bladder for her, so as she stood there, staring at the beast with misty eyes, there was a pitter patter. On the front of her capris, wetness wiggled out. The wetness exploded at her crotch and spread out the front of her waste while pushing downward on her legs. The flow picked up and streams sprinkled down her pants. It dripped from her clothes and trickled out the bottoms of her pant legs. Even as she was scared, she knew what she was doing. The warm wetness of her legs, the relaxedness in her bladder, and the feeling of hot soakedness in her panties told her she was peeing her pants-- like a baby. But that was Trisha when it came down to it. In the face of death she went wee-wee in her pants like a child. Trisha took a step back, removing herself from the puddle she had just made and Wilheim walked through it to pursue her, staring at her with wanting eyes. He held his hands out, wanting to grab her. Trisha feared when those big feathery hands would take her. Wilheim let out a loud caw and Trisha whimpered and fell to the ground. Angered by this, Wilheim let out a louder, long skreech into the air, shivering Trisha's ears and making her flail with fear. The woman couldn't take it. Her body paled again and the load that she was harboring inside her bowels fell out. Her sphincter loosened and her waste took it as a sign to leave and the 30 year old woman ejected her night's dinner into her cotton panties. Once again Trisha was aware of her accident as she felt warm mush on her feathery bottom. There was no time to feel shame over her accident. Wilheim towered over her, ready to strike. But then the smell hit Wilheim's beak and it was an earthy welcoming smell. He smiled dopily and let his beak hang open, drool splashing from its sharp curves. He looked down at Trisha. She was a [i]mate![/i] Trisha stayed still, nursing pants with a huge wet spot on them and a load in the back, hoping that if she was uninteresting enough then the werehawk would leave her alone. The werehawk kept staring at her, not doing anything but not leaving. Then Trisha noticed a bulge on the werehawk's wet slacks. There was a hard bar underneath the fabric, lifting up and pushing the peed pants outward. After a few second, Trisha noticed that the bulge... was very large. It couldn't have been the monster's penis but it was so big and Trisha couldn't stop staring! Did the monster want to have [i]sex[/i] with Trisha? Was that all he wanted? It sure beat the monster wanting to eat or kill Trisha as far as the duck girl was concerned. The monster kept staring and the tent kept getting higher. It became evident by the bulge pressing down Wilheim's pant leg that the monster was [i]hung[/i]. The thickness was apparent even through the clothing. Wilheim was aware of his erecting penis. He looked down at his pants and tugged at them, trying to get them off. Pulling the belt didn't work, so he tore at the fabric since the dumb brute didn't understand how to undress. Seeing Wilheim get angry at his clothes prompted worry in Trisha in that the monster would get mad and become violent and dangerous so she leaned up, crap wiggling in her drawers, to get at Wilheim's belt. She reached for the buckle, her hands mere inches away from that huge dick, and unlocked the belt. That helped Wilheim get his pants down and after tugging his soiled briefs down his legs, out came that cock. Wilheim had a nice 8 inch member as a duck but in his werehawk form, that sucker got even [i]bigger[/i]. The werehawk's cock wasn't even fully erect and it hung mightily at 11 inches! "Holy fuck!" Trisha said under her breath. She was up for fucking the monster to get him off her ass but now she [i]wanted[/i] to fuck him for the pleasure of it! She had never seen a cock that size! She had already pissed and shit in her pants so what was the problem with her cumming in them too? Wilheim looked at her and beat himself off lightly, a couple strokes to get the dick to keep growing. It was going to happen. Trisha kicked off her shoes, tore down her pants, and lowered her panties down her legs-- grossed out at the load of crap she left in them. She was filthy but her partner was filthy too, the werehawk's briefs full of a heavy load of werehawk poop. They were a smelly, incontinent couple but Trisha couldn't feel embarrassed when a cock of 13 inches was hovering in front of her. She kicked off her clothes and spread out her legs so the beast got a good look at that wanting vagina. She was supple for him! Wilheim smiled, drool snapping off his beak. The beast, dragging his pants off of one foot, walked up to her, knelt down, and let that big cock poke into Trisha's groin a few times. Trisha cooed with delight! Her feet flapped with anticipation as Wilheim found his way into her cooch. He shoved that big cock inside her and Trisha felt like all her organs were crammed to the side and to the back. She had never so much cock inside her before! Wilheim wasted no time thrusting and Trisha had to grip the ground and keep her tongue tightened as the monster shook her like an amusement park ride. "Ooooh! Aaaaah! Unnngh!" Trisha rode that cock like a jockey. It was a [i]lot[/i] of cock but as uncomfortable as it made her, the pleasure outweighed the bad. She felt herself slipping unconscious with every thrust as Wilheim's huge dick pierced up her body and parted her tunnel flesh. Trisha couldn't open her legs wide enough. She stretched them out so far, feet hanging in the air, that her joints cracked. She quickly got sore hanging them in the air like that but she smiled and laughed as she got fucked deeper than any man had ever gone with her! Wilheim drooled as he humped into Trisha but he drooled as he did, thick saliva slapping everywhere, including Trisha's face. She didn't mind. It was the love slime of her mate! The fucking was so good that Trisha was having issue with considering anything else. Her brain was overwhelmed with the hard signals that her vagina was sending up its way. That dick was destroying her insides, wreaking havoc on her canals. Trisha squealed. She twisted her legs and tried to plug herself up but her resistance was futile to Wilheim's extra-large cock. An orgasm boiled. She stamped a lid down on that pot but the pressure was too much! She exploded, juices flooding her river. It sprayed down her river and burst out her hole. When she screamed and moaned, that set Wilheim off. He growled and groaned and then screeched high into the air as his dick burst. The werehawk fired a deluge of jism into Trisha, flooding her canals and seeping into her walls. He ejaculated, thrusting wildly. Trisha's vagina got so full that liquids splattered out where cock met pussy. Creams sprinkled the ground. They rocked into each other, Wilheim throwing his back up and his ass flexing and Trisha spreading her legs out so wide they were perpendicular with her torso, until they ejecting all their cum. They relaxed and collapsed on the ground, Wilheim letting his beak hang open and his tongue lay on the grass. What a good time, thought Trisha. The scary monster turned out to be a good lay! She looked over at Wilheim's dick and confirmed it was the biggest cock she ever had. She wanted to get out of there, escape from the enchanted horror, but how often did she have a chance at fucking such a [i]beast[/i]? How often did she have access to such a trouser battleship? She wouldn't waste the opportunity. She got taking off her jacket and shirt, then her bra. Wilheim watched her, curiously. When he realized that the female was stripping down and exposing more of herself, he smiled and got whacking his penis in excitement! Trisha got on all fours, presenting a wanting pussy to the beast. Wilheim stumbled on his hands, scrambling for the female! He was so excited he tripped over his tie but he got on top of Trisha and got drilling into her like the beast he was. Trisha was so overwhelmed by the thrusts, the erotic pokes, that her mind was too busy taking in erogenous pleasure to think about anything. It was the beautiful dumbness taking her brain. They went at that for awhile, then Trisha switched back to missionary. Then she wanted doggystyle again. The missionary. No matter which position she wanted, the werehawk was ready to give her ample dick. No matter what, she got a huge cock jamming up her cooch. She screamed with pleasure! She yelped with arousal every time she orgasmed all over the place! She had multiple orgasms. She gave away so much cum to the night, but while she was resting on the grass catching her breath for the next round, she looked over and saw Wilheim scampering away. The werehawk was gone, leaving behind his peed pants and crapped undies. Trisha's pants were looking good either. Her panties were full of poop and her pants weren't dry. She would have to leave them. She took her purse and anything she had in her wallet and left the soiled clothes for someone to find. She would be walking home bareass-- with her cooch out and dripping with werehawk cum! She walked down the path legs bare and vagina catching the midnight breeze. It was nothing that hadn't happened before-- the few times she went to orgies, she always lost her clothes! It was a month after that werehawk "attacked" Trisha. Trisha had joined some friends for some drinks after dinner and got a table at the Gateau Bonere. Trisha was dressed in a frilly black top with beige khakis and high heels on her scaled feet. She was enjoying the evening with a few friends. There was Mina, who had her feathers tied behind her head, had a nice jacket open so that her big breasts could hang over the table. Mina was so proud of her chest. Gil was at her side, the handsome male eyeing those breasts and sporting a mild erection knowing he'd get to them later. There was also Katie, a bit of a fatty, and Deborah, who wore glasses and had already downed three drinks. "So how long have you been dating?" asked Katie. "A few weeks," said Gil. "It feels like a few months for all the sex we've been having," said Mina. Everyone broke out into a laugh, including those nearby that weren't part of their friend group. "Don't be so lusty, girl!" said Gil. Mina lowered her head and put a feathery hand to her bill. "Trust me. The guy's got a huge wiener. He ought to show it to you girls!" Gil snickered and blushed. Trisha was quiet. She thought about the monster she sexed in the park that evening. Now [i]that[/i] was a wiener! It was the biggest johnson she ever had! She had masturbated to the thought of it loads of times since that evening. When would she get such a huge penis again? "What's wrong, Trisha?" asked Katie. "You've been quiet." "It's nothing," said Trisha. The stars were coming out. It was a beautiful night. "God," said Mina. "This is the kind of night that makes me need to fuck!" "We might have to leave early," said Gil, "to help my girlfriend get under control." They laughed. Trisha watched the stars and found it very beautiful. But the moon came out, big and bright. It was a full moon, just like the evening she had with the monster. She was overcome with feelings of love thinking about that evening, but then something inside her roared. Her body tensed up and heat bellowed inside of her. She kicked the table's leg in a twitch as energy coursed through her. She didn't know what was going on, but when she mated with that werebeast the other day, his semen carried the curse. That curse was now inside her, and it being a full moon, it would get out. She gripped the table and growled, a line of drool hanging from her face. The others were shocked. "Trisha?" said Mina. "Are you alright?" Her growling got deeper, inhumanly so. They were the rumbles of a beast and as Trisha sat there, shaking with feral rage, her body tensed up. Her arms flexed, her high cut shirt allowing her muscles to be seen. Feathery pipes flexed hard, so tense that they looked like they were expanding! But no, they [i]were[/i] expanding. Everyone was concerned but when Trisha's body began to grow upward, her torso lengthening and increasing her height, and her body widening with bulky and powerful mass, people got scared. They couldn't believe what they were seeing! The woman was expanding right in front of them! Her neck enlarged and pushed the collar of her shirt out. Her chest was getting bigger, big globes expanding underneath the fabric. The shirt got tight around her large breasts. Her hips expanded, tightening the pants around her legs and breaking the seams at the centers of her thighs. "Tr, tr--!" Katie tried to beckon her friend but staring at her friend as her face turned hawkish and her beak got sharp was so startling she couldn't finish a word. The brief seconds Trisha opened her anguished eyes revealed them to be feral, its pupils sharp. Trisha's growling got beastly as the creature grew high in the sky. Before the chair under her broke, she got up, standing on big scaled feet that burst out of her shoes and grew in size with big claws. Her legs had gotten larger, growing out of her pants. There was a snap as the wideness of her chest was too much for her bra underneath her shirt and the hook snapped. Her arms with massive. Many around the table Trisha had with her friends had gotten up from their seats and dashed into the distance. For Trisha's friends, they were so stunned they couldn't move. Deborah's drinks caught up with her because as she stared at the beast rising to the air, her bladder let go and the woman began leaking urine into her pants, a wetness spreading on the bottom of her soft capris and flooding the seat, quietly dripping to the floor. She didn't notice that she was peeing her pants. Trisha shirt ripped down the middle and being that the bra wasn't in great shape either, the werehawk's big breasts burst out into the moonlight. The transformation was complete. Trisha launched a mighty screech into the sky. The screech scared everyone. Trisha's friends screamed, horrified at what their friend had turned into. Gil clutched his girlfriend while crying loudly and wetness burst on his pants and streamed down his legs. Mina stared with her eyes tearful, completely still on her seat. Katie was screaming and laughing, driven insane with disbelief and fear. Deborah stared, hiccuping with surprise and with a stench rising out of the back of her pants, the drunken duck so shocked that her bowel control completely failed and the mother of two crapped a giant load into her Les Mystique lady's underpants. The beast finished her screech and looked down at the crowd of terrified people. She screeched right at her friends, angered by their chittering! This set them off. They screamed and cried, or in the case of Katie, breaking into a spitty giggling fit. Very little continence was left between all of them. Gil's body fired out all of his feces into his boxers to make a nice home. Mina pissed all over her seat, warm liquid trickling out her pants. Katie was so far gone that she found it pleasurable to have a feeling of warm wetness in her pants. It reminded her of a nice summer pond. After Trisha was done screeching again and had rendered her friends unable to say a word and unable to hold their bowels, Trisha quieted up and an urge came over her. She leaned forward and relaxed. Since everyone else went toilet, why wouldn't she? The surge flowed down her pipes and burst into underwear. Her panties were flooded with urine and as the stuff splashed out beneath her, Trisha was at peace. There was another urge. She leaned forward a little more and her bowels loosened. There was a quiet squelch, then a loud one, then there was a sticky spitting sound as the werehawk let loose and pooed into her totally soaked panties. It felt good to have a nice soft friend hugging her big butt cheeks! Trisha moved onto the matter at hand. She had a few people in front of her, and a few of them had really good stenches! Which one would the werehawk female mate with first? --