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I always remember the morning I woke up human again, feeling my fingertips to make sure they were not claws and feeling how wet they were. I was not conscious enough during the whole event while the beast side of me took over, so the memories of what happened last night came back to me now like recalling a dream; only able to think about it after it already happened. I lost control, grew huge and beastly- something that is neither entirely wolf nor man. Had I killed someone? Eaten their livestock raw in the night? No. The wetness on my hand is not blood... it's... cum. Well... I am getting ahead of myself. I should tell you how all this started in the first place.

Straypath is my home town... the only place I had known, though I dreamed of knowing more. Surrounded by forest for miles on all sides and off the trafficked roads linking more relevant locations- its connection to the outside world is nearly nonexistent. I used to love running around in the forest discovering cool bugs and hidden nooks while my father chopped trees for a living. The bigger I got, the smaller Straypath seemed to be. I always entertained the idea of skipping town to go somewhere greater but... I don't know anyone in the outside world. I have never been there. No contacts, no experience, no direction... honestly probably wouldn't last long out there, and so I stay.

Oh, name's Mathew by the way, or just Matt... only my grandma calls me Mathew. Honestly these days I have a hard time figuring out who the hell I am- but I am getting to that part. See, a short while back a gorgeous woman named Terra shows up- outsiders are rare, so everyone in Straypath knew she was here immediately. Hair the color of red clay (probably where she got her name), and her almond shaped eyes are a sort of mix of yellow, orange, and brown all together; autumn gold. Her hair formed a mane of massive curls cascading over her shoulders. Me? Green eyes, base brown hair- but who cares about me- this woman was a stunner. I quickly found out she is single too!

So naturally a wooed her, took her on a tour then several dates, and we had a fabulous time I should add. Okay, well... she is sort of stranded in the middle of nowhere so it isn't like she had a lot of options. But we still had a really good time, though admittedly she got rather standoffish when I mention skipping town with her. She was only staying in Straypath a while, and I was already thinking long-term, and she didn't seem a hundred percent sold on that idea. The other villagers warned me about her, saying she was just enjoying the ride while she is stuck here and then wanders off. Admittedly it is a bit weird given the nearest location is miles and miles away from Straypath, yet she arrived on foot, alone.

Well, long story short; she was hesitant to accept my affection because I may have come on a little strong, and sudden... but she was only going to be here a while, and I KNEW she was the one for me, y'know? She is gorgeous and funny, and the breath of fresh air I feel like I have been waiting for my whole life. I can leave Straypath with her and do a full reset on my boring life! Terra was very reluctant BUT she did agree, and gave me a meeting spot to meet her at midnight the next night. She went to bed very early every night so a midnight meeting was a bit odd- but she said I would find out why when I get there. Bill the bartender tells me her early bedtime was just an excuse to avoid having sex with me, but what does he know? Well... in the end she vanished. I waited that night at the meeting place and she never came. Some other woman appeared in town the next day but I never seen her myself- was more concerned with figuring out where Terra went.

She did not only miss our meeting- she skipped town. All the other villagers told me 'I told you so', like they somehow knew Terra better than me. She probably just had some business or ran out to get something to bring back and did not have time to tell me. Pfff. She was going to be back. So I kept going out at midnight to that meeting spot to wait for her. Turns out that was a bad idea though. The meeting place was at the top of some bluffs- far enough from the buildings of the town that wild animals walk through regularly.

I encountered a lone wolf, growling at me and plodding forward slowly. Trouble is that the edge of the bluff is behind me, so I could not back away or I would roll off the side of the cliffs. I tried to shimmy my way to the right along the cliffs to avoid him, not making any sudden movements to instigate him. The wolf is male with all black fur, and his eyes glow yellow, like he is possessed by some sort of evil. Most of that night is a blur in my memory now, but I will never forget the glint of moonlight off his fangs as he lunged forward and bit into my leg, tripping me. I was about to try and kick him in the face with my other leg but if he doesn't let go of my right leg first- trying to move his head is only going to hurt me worse. Normally a wolf would start thrashing its head while its fangs are dug in to shred the flesh open, but this wolf was weird. He bit me but then did not do anything other than simply hold me still, looking right into my eyes like he knew something I did not. After a half minute he let go and then turned and dashed off!

Luckily; puncture wounds are the easiest to heal from, because none of the original skin is missing, it's just perforated. By the second day after the wound was already miraculously healed and gone, but I started to experience other side effects. I did not tell anyone about the wolf attack at risk of their reply just being another version of 'I told you so'. I still wanted to wait for Terra, but obviously I did not from that night onward at risk of being eaten alive. Every night though I would become increasingly light headed, and space out- sometimes for minutes at a time!

One night it was so bad that I woke up from a dead sleep for seemingly no reason, flailing around from suddenly being woken up. But it felt oddly... disconnected. Like I was barely aware of my own actions. I guess some people have out of body experiences, but I was still in my body, it just... didn't quite feel like it was mine at the time. Was I coming down with something? Did that wolf bite give me some sort of virus? Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake. Lose the woman I love and get bitten by a rabid wolf in the same week.

This too became worse, as the next night I actually absentmindedly got out of bed, wandering the house aimlessly before getting back into bed. My forearms, shins, and upper back felt itchy for some reason and I rubbed myself against the corners of some walls and furniture- stumbling over chairs and shoving a table as if I had forgotten how much they weight versus my own body. My joints all felt stiff and my muscles unusually firm, like my insides were too big for my body. My mind was so hazy I had no idea what I was doing till I woke up normally the next day and realized fully how strange that was. No matter how bad it gets I always wake up feeling perfectly fine, which makes me think it was a dream but furniture I move during the night is still moved when I wake up. It definitely happened.

Another side effect I became aware of is that when I try to get drunk at the pub as the only form of entertainment Straypath has to offer- I don't really get drunk anymore. For some reason my body can break down alcohol like it was nothing. I can chug Bill's strongest poison and get sloshed for a whole ten minutes before I am perfectly fine again. Great- there goes the closest thing to fun the town still had.

As I was leaving the pub that day I turned to Bill out of curiosity- he speaks with everyone else in town regularly after all. "Hey Bill... any of the wildones around here been known to have disease?"

"None I ever heard of, nah. Why you wanna know a thing like that?"

"O-oh, nothing, I just... remember Terra asking before she left."

Bill sighed. "Bet she did." He chuckled. "Well, there was them reports o' some monster in the area, haha."

"W-what, monster?"

"Yea, that woman..? Guess you were too fixated on that Terra of yours to notice- another woman blew through town few days back. Armed to the teeth, said she was hunting a monstrous beast that may have come through these parts. A who-wolf, or where-wolf or some nonesense." He shrugged. "Never heard o' it, and we sure ain't seen none of it."

Oh good, a monster. Can said monster disguise itself as a regular wolf with glowing eyes? On one hand I wanted to immediately tell Bill about the wolf that attacked me so we can stop the beast. On the other hand... if it gave me its cooties... they'd be just as likely to shoot ME too, and I have a real bad bullet allergy. Uuuuh, well... if someone with a gun encountered a wolf with obviously glowing eyes; they'd shoot it regardless, so I am sure someone will get it without my information. Problem is now I definitely cannot tell anyone of my condition because they're as likely to kill me as try to help now.

That night I woke up again abruptly, my house illuminated in pale silver from refracted moonlight bouncing into the windows- it is the night of a full moon. The itch immediately returns and my muscles seem to bulge on their own, pulling my entire body tight and stiff. I get up without actually thinking about it. I feel so strangely horny for no good reason. My dick flops around in my loose fitting PJ pants as I shuffle across the cabin floor like a zombie. It catches on the front of my pants and arches as it tries to erect against the fabric prison, but then it slips free and flicks upright! It... shouldn't have enough room to do that without me reaching down to help. I look down and see my penis actually looks smaller! Or, bigger than it was when flaccid but smaller than it should be erect. Well, if that isn't the most terrifying thing the monster could have cursed me with, I don't know what is.

My head felt more like I was drunk than when I was in the pub earlier actually trying to get drunk. My thoughts were swimming and also barely conscious to begin with from the abrupt wakeup call, and my body was on autopilot. I could not think enough to do anything but somehow my body was still able to do things without my input anyway. It shuffled its way toward the door. Where am I..? Oh, the outhouse. I became too awake so now my body needs to go to the bathroom. No one in Straypath actually HAS a bathroom- we use outhouses out here. The moon was high in the sky still so none of the light was directly getting into the house, just ambient refracted light through the windows, except a sliver across the very front of the house closest to the front windows and door.

As soon as I stepped into the direct moonlight my body lurched so suddenly that I bent forward, but was immediately in front of the door so I cracked my head against it! My muscles all started to swell suddenly! My body sounded like twisting tree bark as my field of vision slowly lifted up the door! Hunched over my eyes became level with the textured glass window at the top of the door and then to the top of it! I was huge! My midriff was exposed and my loose pants and shirt were now very tight! The legs and sleeves did not properly cover my arms and legs so I immediately seen a growing mat of fur on my shins and forearms!! So that is what the itch was!

I tried to straighten myself but my spine and neck let out several rapid-fire hollow pops as it lengthened, causing me to flop forward and hold myself up off the door again. My torso got a bit longer which put a hunch in my natural standing position, but my neck became easily twice its length if not more! It felt like someone tugging on my ears as they stood on new muscle fibers and took a triangular shape.

I wince at the feeling of a strong pressure concentrating in my fingertips and my nails become narrower but also darken closer to black with each added layer; becoming denser as well! They started to shove out longer and sharper so quickly that they grew out smeared in blood at the base. They dug thin lines in the wooden door as I was leaning into it so heavily when they grew out. My fingers felt like they were being forced up off it, and it felt like my skin was being pinched in toward several points on my hand, but the skin did not become tighter like you'd assume would happen. It was growing and condensing at the same time. Patches of skin turned black and dense just before fat deposits gathered behind them to billow them out forward, forming paw pads on my hands and feet! The pads grew on the tips of every digit and the base. On my feet this caused me to lean my weight forward and lift my heels- because there are no pads on the heel, which makes me feel off-balance if I try to stand normally. Both my hands and feet became a bit longer too, but not by much.

The fur that was growing in isn't even the correct color- it is a red-brown instead of the base brown of my hair. It quickly spread from my forearms across my hands- though did not cover the pads. My shirt pulled even tighter and started to puff up like I was wearing a pillow for a top- the fur growing under it was billowing it up from the inside! The fur grew especially long on my upper back and chest. I let out a startled cry that trailed on longer than intended and sounded a lot more like a dog whining as my tail bone grew suddenly! Muscles branched from my lower back and stuffed the flesh around the extending bone frame as a tail grew from me quickly- already wagging uncontrollably before it was even properly formed! The fur started growing on it as it was still forming and became very long and bushy. Since it wagged as it grew in; it managed to squirm its way out of my pants and shoved them down further in the back as it grew larger. In a matter of moments I had a bushy wolf tail swishing behind me! Although... it did look a bit small on me. It was a normal wolf tail- but I am not the size of a wolf; I am more like if you took a full human, and a full wolf and mashed them both together. So I am the size of both a timberwolf and a human combined.

I started to make some strange sounds, like if you tried to make a growling sound while inhaling at the same time. It was like my body was trying to talk but forgot how to do it. I grabbed the doorknob and tried to open the door without turning it- I apparently forgot how to use doors too. Surprisingly I did almost get it open- apparently a great deal stronger than my human self, the wood gave off a splintering sound like I had almost ripped the door off the hinges without even trying. I opened the door normally seemingly by accident on my second try and staggered outside toward the outhouse with no shoes on. Not that my shoes would have fit at the time anyway. I let out a long wheeze, and then snarled loudly unintentionally on the inhale as the direct moonlight washed over my entire body now.

Almost immediately my balls clenched up against my pelvis and held for a moment before one and then the other quickly popped up inside of my torso! It was so jarring that I immediately fell forward onto all fours, letting out a confused yip.

My nipples went so rock hard that they faintly tingled from blood pressure, jammed against the fabric of my already stretched shirt. Jiggly plump little hills started to form behind them, shoving them further forward! I was... growing breasts!! My shirt seams groaned as they budding breasts ripened and then a hole suddenly tore open at the vert front, creating a cleavage window! My nipples and areola had enlarged themselves, becoming puffy and their coloration shifted from my normally pastel brown to a diffused red! My breasts spread themselves because they were shoved into the fabric so tightly that when the shirt tore more and spread wider- it also spread the breasts. The bushy fur of my chest grows straight down between them, uninterrupted, and seems to have kept up with the expansion of flesh around them, because my breasts were entirely coated in fur as well. The fur covering the breasts themselves was very short however- and did not advance over the areola.

I went cross-eyed from the bizarre sensation of my balls tunneling back into me, creating a new pathway in their wake... a vagina. My scrotum pulled taut against me, then the skin fattened and turned the same diffused red as my nipples were and split. I was startled and frightened as hell, thinking I had somehow been torn open but my body was apparently more chill with it than I was- because I did not physically react to it at all. What had been a scrotum had turned into fat labia, lining the new vagina my balls had dragged through me. My balls shrank as they ascended; inside the sperm swelled fatter and rounder, and their tails shortened and eventually vanished turning into eggs as my sex inverted, turning them into ovaries. My dick was bobbing erect still and now drooling a lazy stream of pre but also appeared even smaller than before- probably around 4 inches now only. It was exposed over the waist of my pants because of my entire body growing and my tail pulling them down in the back- so my pants barely fit at all.

My body's automatic actions are not nearly as smart as me piloting my own body, so when unintentional pleasure sparked down my entire torso, it lifted its arms to hug its form... forgetting that it was on all fours, and immediately flopped into the ground. Skin pinching together, condensing as new pleasure receptors branched in the tissue. Growing and condensing at the same time, then the gentle warmth and pressure against it from behind as new breasts swelled! I was growing more nipples and more breasts! A wolf has six to eight teats... now throw human into the mix and you have six to eight breasts. Below the fabric I could feel the lumps forming. The prod of erect nipples, then the growing softness of the breasts. I clawed lightly at them over the shirt fabric but the original two breasts were quickly taking care of that barrier. The original two yanked the cleavage window on my shirt open wider than the actual neck of the shirt was. The breasts almost faced sideways at this point because the fronts were still snagged against the fabric- so the massive tuft of fur that grows between them is jutting out the opening instead. The original became fat but taut H cups... although did not look that impressive due to my ENTIRE body also being quite large. The shirt was already so strained that when the second set of breasts started to grow in- they tore the opening even further at a 1:1 rate with their own expansion.

The first stopped at H cup, but the second stopped at DDs and finally caused the shirt to shred all the way up- snapping the front of the shirt in half. The arm seams ripped when I reached around to hug myself and flopped to the ground- but did not tear completely, so my shirt was still on... it just didn't really cover anything. The third set of breasts actually grew below my rib cage and stopped at C cups, and the last set was under my navel and only grew to jiggly lil B cup hills before stopping. The nipples and areola were the same size on every set; ignoring the size of the breast under it.

I grit my teeth as my head filled with pressure, but it was not like a headache sort of inward pressure- the pressure was shoving out, not in. My teeth felt like they were knitting together as they became narrow fangs, locking together- the sharp sound of stretching enamel ringing in my head. It put pressure on my jaw which then also clicked and started to stretch out, yanking my face outward! My entire skull was making clicks and snaps that sounded loud to me, but was almost inaudible outwardly. I made several more strange sounds; breathy yips, stuttered growls, several almost-words. At the time my mind was still a nearly utter blank, so even once my thoughts returned to me I could not tell you what I was trying to say at the time.

My face growing out shoved the bridge of my nose at a higher and higher angle, which tilted my forehead up too. The crook of my brow remained, so my eyes remained facing forward- like a predatory species. I noticed my spit tasted like iron and lulled my mouth open a moment to let the blood trickle out the sides that had been building up- from the sudden shift in tooth shape causing my gums to bleed. My lips turned black as they stretched longer and thinner around the lengthening maw. Fur raced up my long neck, hiding its form completely as the fur that grew on it was several times longer than most of the rest- matching the chest and upper back tufts in length, giving me the bushy mane of a wolf. My hair remained the same length but became softer to match the fur, and changed color to match it as well. When the fur grows it makes an itchy, prickly feeling because it grows in so quickly, and when it stops it leaves behind a heat that gets trapped in by the fur to linger a bit even against the cool night air. I could see a light shimmer on the fur that grows on my face... my eyes! They must be glowing yellow like the wolf that bit me- the light I see is coming from my own eyes!

I tried to get up again, but ended up rolling completely over onto my back and then thrust my hip up as my dick shot a rope of precum through the night air that glistened in the moonlight. It felt so tight- so overfull; so erect that it was almost painful. Going by sensation it FELT like it was bigger than ever, but it was actually the opposite. It felt so tight not because it was overstuffed with blood pressure but because it's shrinking, and forcing the blood flow back out of it, because it can no longer hold it all. Only three inches, the foreskin was only off the glans still because it had already been pulled back when it started to shrink. Only two inches long, the foreskin popped over the glans in spite of it being fully erect. Only a single inch- it now curved down abruptly, drooling pre into the furry cleft of my balls. The excess flesh from the foreskin no longer matching the phallus size was pulled down to extend and fatten the labia even more. It stole the diffused coloration from them and pulled taut- rolling up the back of the micro penis to make sure it could not straighten out from its steep arch again. The urethra regressed in to the base of the vulva inside of the labia first, then the single inch curved shaft regressed entirely, straightening the glans to face forward again- though now the urethral opening was no longer with it.

The glans penis was now the glans clitoris. What had been the shaft spread like wings around the vaginal opening as an extension of the glans now, and engorged again to shove the labia further forward and make them look even fatter and more inviting. The clitoral hood became an extension of the labia itself, hiding the clit away from view outwardly other than a little bump at the bottom edge of the fat labia. They engorged even further, puffing up like fleshy pillows and giving the plump pussy a triangular shape to it... a canine vulva. The opening where the three engorged sides meet is shaped like a Y. I could not believe it was a part of my own body I was looking at. That demon wolf's curse not only turned me into a... wolf-adjacent monster, it also inverted my gender completely and turned me into a woman. So even the human aspects my body still had were not recognizable because it was the wrong gender!

It stuck out further than my male genitals did when dormant, so it was annoyingly compressed slightly by the lowered waist of my pants, so every movement I made tugged gently at it. If I had actually been in control of my actions I would have either pulled my pants off completely or attempted to pull them over it- but my body was not that smart on its own. When it was finally able to stand again, it hobbled over to the outhouse, put the pad of its index finger over the clit on its fat pussy and tugged up... and then 'went to the bathroom'... ON the outhouse, instead of IN it. It was marking its territory. Also I didn't even know women could pee while standing in the first place.

I guess I should give it a name- since this form seems to have a mind of its own entirely separate of mine. I guess since it is so backwards from my normal self, I will call her Tamm. While Tamm is the pilot- I still see and feel everything as if we are the same person but my mental presence feels... distant. Like I am floating inside of myself, smaller and deeper inside of the body that is at the time Tamm's. I can also only really think on it in hindsight to be fair. While Tamm is in charge my own conscious mind is sort of in a state of suspension. I still comprehend everything and experience it, but I can't THINK until my body is returned to me. So the entire thing is sort of like a very vivid dream, where you have no control of yourself, and your eidolon is already in on the plot of the dream, while you're just the viewer, experiencing it.

Tamm smelled something in the air and her ears perked up, hearing Bruce growling at the next yard over- out of visibility even in the bright moonlight. Bruce is the warden's dog; a Dalmatian. He growled because he smelled an invading wolf, but did not bark and wake his masters because he also smelled some of me... he also smelled a fellow canine in heat. Wolves have a heat cycle too, and I guess because Tamm only came into existence that night in the full moon- that had to be when she goes into heat.

Tamm plod over awkwardly on all fours- her body too human to walk on all fours normally and too wolf to walk entirely upright normally. Bruce was startled when he seen the size of the creature he smelled, but when he seen her tail wagging he loosened up. Tamm quickly turned to show him her rump; her tail raised high wagging back and forth for him. Dalmatian are not small dogs- once Bruce's dong was fully out and wobbling around below him it looked bigger than my dick when I am a normal human! He sniffed her a bit then started to gingerly lick her fat, rubbery labia. Tamm shoved her rump into his face and he dug his tongue deeper into her hot box, tasting her salty juices for a minute. Tamm started panting and dipped her hips further down from the pleasure as her legs trembled and Bruce took his chance when her hips were low enough and mounted! His balls slapped over the bottom corner of the vulva- where the clit is hidden.

His knot was like the size of a tennis ball- though still inside the sheath till he started to stuff it inside of her, and her soft rubbery labia helped pull the tight sheath back and pop it off the massive knot. Once inside of Tamm; her vaginal muscles clenched in response to the pleasure of it entering, which hugged the back curve of the knot- the most sensitive part. The knot swelled even bigger, hitting its maximum stiffness and locking its position in- no longer able to fit back out through the muscle rib at the end of her vagina. He gripped her surprisingly tightly around her hips- normally his front paws would be around the ribcage of his mate but their size difference meant he could only get them around her thighs basically. He thrust hard and deliberate at first but switched to rapid once the knot was in, because he could not draw his hips as far back while tied.

Thinking back on it now it's a miracle the warden did not wake up to the sound of his dog loudly fucking a werewolf on his front lawn. After Bruce came in Tamm they lay on the grass, and she rolled over and started to idly play with her many breasts- Bruce seen her enjoying them and joined in licking the ones that she was not currently kneading. He is not used to the female's teats being presented on such soft, jiggly hills. As the moon crossed the night sky though- the tree tops started to obscure it from view and Tamm's mind started to fog over, and she became absentminded. Without moonlight to touch it- the wolf body was destabilizing.

She wandered, shuffling along on two legs like a drunk; Tamm managed to get back to my cabin and we both sort of blacked out there. I woke up in bed, so I will assume she made it there because I don't remember getting in it. I woke up the next day perfectly human again... crotch sticky with what I can only assume is dried dog semen. Great. At least I learned something from all that- I know what the curse turns me into, and I know what triggers it. So from that night onward I keep the curtains drawn at night and go to bed early. The moon being visible while the sun is still out doesn't seem to have any effect on me, no matter what stage of the lunar cycle it is, but as soon as the moon is solo I am in trouble. It seems any direct moonlight can trigger it- the effect is just more powerful when it is fuller.

Keeping my secret was harder than it sounds. Oh sure, just avoid moonlight- easy! Well, now whenever I am around Bruce he pops an awkward boner- which isn't something he normally would do so his owners definitely noticed. I just shrugged it off and tried to play it cool. Then when Nancy's bloodhound seen a squirrel it darted off without her and she was having a hell of a time trying to track it down again. A bloodhound is definitely going to be able to find its way home, but it also loves to hunt- if she chases it too far into the woods a wolf or bear could kill her before she can return. I pointed Nancy in the direction of her dog immediately without even thinking- then scrambled to tell her I seen the dog dart past just a few minutes ago. The truth is that I could pick up her scent easily from there, but realized after already opening my mouth that a normal human shouldn't be able to do that.

It got easier eventually- I got further from the full moon. One night I woke up having to pee- I can't get to the outhouse without passing through direct moonlight. I tried to make a dash for it but it's hard to move correctly when your entire body is enlarging and feels all prickly from rapidly growing fur. By the time I got inside the outhouse my clothes were already stretched a bit from size increase, I was much hairier and my penis and balls slightly smaller than they should be. When I finished and went to make the return run; I fell onto all fours because my feet started to change. When my balls inverted I almost face-planted the ground entirely, but then after a few moments it just stopped. I was not fully transformed and still in moonlight but nothing else was happening. I realized that night; it is only a half moon. So I only half transformed.

My feet transformed but only the claws on my hands and no pads and their shape remained normal. Fur had only grown from my shins and forearms to cover my hands and feet- it tapered off at my hips and shoulders without touching my body. I had the ears of a wolf but they lacked fur, and the tail of a wolf. My balls had inverted into a very small vagina with rather thin labia around it but I still had my penis- regressed to four and a half inches. I had eight nipples down my torso but no breasts, and my face was unchanged other than my lips becoming a very dark red- on the way to black but never completely there. Looking into my reflection against the front window beside the door on the way back in I could see my irises are filled with flecks of glowing yellow, so even my eyes are only partially turned.

I seemed to be in control of my actions but my thoughts were altered. I was very horny, flustered, and hot, and I kept wanting to go find Bruce again as the solution even though my rational mind knew that was Tamm talking and still forced myself to return home quickly before anyone can spot me. I ended up trying to go to sleep again and failing- so I started to masturbate while I plopped myself down on one of the wooden spheres capping my bed posts! It was only a half developed vagina, so the pleasure receptors were all still in my penis, but the short path allowed me to hit my prostate from the front instead of the back- basically just an alternate path to the prostate and that is it. It was also too shallow to take any more than the bulbous end of the bed post, none of the post itself. I could also put my entire body weight onto it and hold myself up by the basin of the vagina- since there was no cervix at the end to damage. I had to use my fingers and thumb more than my hand itself to masturbate since my penis was smaller- my full hand is a bit too big for it like this.

My thoughts started swimming in a spinning miasma of hormone and Tamm and Matt were tangled together, working toward the same goal for the time being. When I climaxed my tail and toes scrunched up, my thighs trembled and I shot several high-pressure streamers of cum through the dark, tilted my head back, and howled at my roof. The yellow in my eyes started glowing more vibrantly, but as my orgasm tapered off it almost stopped glowing entirely, and I almost fell off the post onto the floor. When my mind cleared enough I became worried someone else heard me howling. I wasn't transformed enough to actually sound like a wolf, so if someone heard that- they'd know it was me. I fell asleep easily after that at least.

Some days it was cloudy, twice it was stormy- did not have to worry about it at all on those days because the moon wouldn't be visible. So I came to enjoy those silver sky days- putting a bit of a bounce in my step on those days right off the bat, just knowing I don't have to deal with Tamm.

I was heading to the lake at the start of next month, three days after a new moon and Ted went and shot me! Not the sort of bb gun you'd shoot partridge or rabbits with either- a rifle you'd take down a bear or moose with. Ted himself was out of visibility so I did not see it coming at all. I heard the gunshot at the same time the bullet hit me so there was no time at all to react- bullet blew straight through my upper chest and out the back again! He shot at a moose- but missed, and I was on the opposite side. I was dizzy and felt a burst of pain from the bullet itself as I was tossed to the ground by the force. Felt the heat of my blood rushing out and then a duller ache from the hole itself. When I put my hand over it to try and plug the hole I could feel the flesh tightening around the edges. I look down at myself to see the bleeding tapering off, and the edges of the wound started to look blurry- looking closer the edges were growing out tiny little hair-like tendrils that knit themselves together, pulled the wound closed and then fully regenerated the tissue. In the span of a single minute the hole was entirely mended, without leaving so much as a mark to signify it had ever been there in the first place.

That is why drinking booze doesn't do shit to me- my body regenerates at an obscenely fast speed, even from poisons. Ted gave me a fatal gunshot wound through my entire upper torso and the wound was gone before I could even fully comprehend my situation. Ted did not know any of it even happened luckily, till I walked back toward the town and scolded him for shooting at the lake. All the hunting was supposed to be on the north-east side of the town... the lake is south-west. Ted told me there has been sighting of an angry black wolf in the area that has been spooking all the wildlife, forcing the hunters to switch where they hunt. I had been keeping to myself more than usual because of Tamm so I never got the memo. Of course; I did not tell Ted he actually shot me because I don't have a wound to show him. Halfway into the conversation I remembered my shirt still has a bullet hole in it and darkening blood around it, so I pretended to have an itch so I could cover the hole with my hand so he would not see.

After the new moon the condition started to get worse again. Had to be extra careful not to drink or eat anything too close to my early bed time- can't risk transforming to use the outhouse. The closer to the full moon I get the more I will transform if exposed to it. So... this is just my life now, huh? A back and forth struggle between man and horny bitch.

Now it is full moon again. Or close to it. Close enough that you'd have a hard time telling the difference by looking at it with your bare eyes- which I personally can't do anyway. I am lying in bed, trying to get to sleep but I am nervous about the whole situation. I can turn real fast and fully if I get exposed right now. But there is also the issue of the black wolf being seen around town... my tormentor is sticking around, and could potentially curse even more people. I could tell others so they know to go hunt it, but in doing so I would have to reveal my own condition and condemn myself.

What even is it with moonlight and the curse? I mean... the moon doesn't give off light in the first place. Moonlight is just sunlight after refracting off of the moon, so then why doesn't the sun affect the curse? It's the same light! Also you can often see the moon while the sun is still out and that doesn't seem to affect it at all. OH. Woah, I am sitting... up? Shit. My brain is starting to fade... the moonlight isn't getting into the house- the curtains are drawn, but the full moon is so bright that a soft ambient light is still filtering in through the curtains. Mmm... knot... want it in... ACK! I am two steps away from my bed and I don't even remember getting up! Tamm is going to walk me into the moonlight against my will unless... get some... fucking! N-no! Attic! There are no windows in the attic!

Wow. I knew I was slipping, but did not know how far I had already slid till I get up the ladder into the attic and my head actually clears. It is like going from completely sloshed on booze to entirely sober in the span of three seconds. I also notice something I didn't before- there is a stripe of red-brown fur horizontally across my left arm! The curtains must not have been closed completely; a thin sliver of moonlight touched my arm and turned that one patch wolf. Ugh, well I can't fix that. Once it's turned it won't revert till dawn, whether I am in moonlight or not.

It is rather unpleasant up here- the roof doesn't give you enough room to be in the attic without bending over or crouching way down, and most of the space is filled with knickknacks and faded memories. Well, nothing else to do, might as well take a trip down memory lane. The first thing I see is my old red wagon- which is only somewhat red now; most of the paint has chipped off at this point. The wheels rusted off eons ago but I kept it to use as a sled in winter instead. Now it's just another memory. I used to be able to have fun around Straypath back then. Now it's like a novel you've read too many times- it just can't entertain you no more. Oh hey, I spotted my grandma's old stuff. My mom even let me keep her old silver locket... to give to a girl I like. Sigh.

There are not too many kids in Straypath to begin with, so by the time any of the kids are old enough to start dating each other- they have all effectively paired themselves off with one another, and I was basically the odd one out. I should have given this thing to Terra... maybe then she wouldn't have left me. I look at the fur on my left arm... even it reminds me of Terra. The fur of my wolf form is the same color as her hair is. Oh Gods... it never occurred to me before but... that black wolf that cursed me showed up a day or so after Terra left, with that huntress I missed following soon after on its trail. Terra came and left Straypath on foot- she might also have been attacked and cursed! Or worse- just flat out eaten by the wolf! OH NO. What if that is the reason she never showed up to the meeting place?! She WAS waiting there for me, when the wolf attacked her! That literal son of a bitch- what the fuck did he do with Terra? Is she alive still even?!

I place my hand on the box of stuff and try to shove it out of the way so I can find enough room up here to lie down and attempt to sleep again but... I freeze in place as the fur on my arm quickly regresses. What?! It never turns back once it's transformed unless the sun rises, why is it partially regressed now?! I put my arm forward again and slowly edge further forward, watching the fur carefully and as my hand passes the box it starts to regress even further. Wait- it isn't the box, it's specifically the pendant! My grandma's antique silver pendant is somehow causing the fur to regress in its proximity!

AAAaaagh! FFffffuck not doing that again. I try to scoop up the pendant and the moment it touches my skin a powerful shooting pain erupts through my arm and echoes through my entire body. The pain is like getting your balls caught between someone's boot laces and your pelvis and getting fucking annihilated. It is so sudden and powerful I am dizzy after and almost feel like throwing up. All I did was touch it! It is at least twice as bad as getting shot the other day by a high power rifle. The curse apparently absolutely hates silver- but its permeated my entire body, so if the silver becomes too close for it to recoil from- it screams, and that scream is like a shockwave in my nervous system. So what happens if I throw myself on top of the pendant? I mean, aside from the crippling agony; would it destroy the curse and cure me, or kill me because I can no longer be separated from the dark magic? I don't think I want to find out. Wait... I hear a scratching? My body tenses as I hear a knocking at the door, then a pause, then again. Oh no. Even without getting into the cabin the moonlight is strong enough downstairs to make me delusional. But this is a small town... they know I am home, if I don't answer the door they are going to know something is up.

Taking my time to answer it is fine because they will assume I was sleeping probably, but a person can only sleep through so much and they keep knocking. Maybe the silver scared the curse into submission and it won't come back out? Maybe I can just strong-arm it; if the moonlight doesn't touch me I won't physically change, so if I concentrate hard enough maybe I can just power through the mental corruption. Tamm makes me horny not violent, so I guess worst case scenario I start hitting on someone I shouldn't be.

I reluctantly hustle back down the ladder and go to the front door without pausing. I better get this over with so the moonlight doesn't have time to awaken the beast. The longer the night rolls on; the further in the sky the moon dips, and at some point it will be pointing directly into my windows and door instead of on my roof. I open the door and am so startled I fall back on my ass in fear! It was not a human at my door- it is the black wolf!! How did he know where I live?! Oh wait... he can probably just smell me. He plods forward with an oddly lusty look in his glowing eyes. I am paralyzed... afraid, confused... don't know what to th-thuh... nnnk. Not in.... moonlight... shouldn't be... cock! My eyes fixate immediately on his erection wobbling below him, already fully out. The sheath at its base was entirely spherical from the giant knot trapped in it, waiting to be deployed. The itch and heat pass over my body as my hair stands on end and starts to convert to mats of spreading fur. The moonlight is not even touching me! My mind feels like it is sinking back again as I become a passenger in my own body. I lay on the floor panting as he walks up between my legs, using his teeth to bite onto my pants and yank them down! My balls inverted at that exact moment, causing me to gasp.

When he thrust his cock into me, the passage had only just started to form, and it felt like his cock was helping speed it up- forcing a canine shape into me. I was being molded around his dick! With every few thrusts my own dick tightened and shrank! The remnants of my scrotum turned to labia and fattened quickly- stretching along with his cock to follow his thrusts so his dick is never fully out of me! He tries to shove his knot in but it's too big... at least on the first few tries. My entire body starts to spread across the floor and my shirt pulls tight to me again. My entire body enlarging allows his knot to finally pop in suddenly, yanking his sheath the rest of the way off its bulge. My entire pubic area looked bloated from the size of his huge knot moving inside! My tail grew out already wagging energetically.

Breast after breast formed on my torso, growing and fattening as the fur spread around and then over them. Another of my shirts is destroyed- pulled tight by my body growing, filled too much by fur, ruptured by growing breasts, and then blown completely apart by additional breasts. The black wolf opened his maw to let his tongue lul out and drip drool onto one of my lower teats before bowing down and sucking the entire boob into his mouth! His broad, flat tongue rolled up and down, flicking the teat back and forth against it. He nipped the teat in his fangs and pulled back- stretching it till it popped back out on its own and the boob wobbled back into place. He licked and rolled his head around on and between the many breasts as the rest of my body converted the rest of the way into Tamm.

The black wolf scoot forward, forcing my hips at an upward angle as he plunged in- now using the floor under us to brace my hips against as he pounds into me! My fat pussy made squelching sounds from all our combined lube being forced out to make room for all his cock. He put his front paws onto my lowest two breasts- his weight putting the imprint of his pads into my skin. Tamm managed to prop herself up on her elbows to offer her largest tits to his face, but he raised his head and they surprised me- the black wolf turned his head and they both locked muzzles! They were... kissing! Their large canine tongues tangled in their mouths, their glossy black lips locked together.

The black wolf shoved into my so hard my pussy both rippled from explosive pleasure and tingled from partial numbness from the force. He erupted cum into my and both he and Tamm howled loudly. Oh... I hope no one heard that, but a lot of people probably did. At least it was a proper wolf howl so I wouldn't be on the suspect list.

I... guess I passed out? As I open my eyes again, I am human, though still on the floor. The door is closed again luckily. I get up and look around but the black wolf is nowhere to be seen. I would almost chalk it up to some moon-induced delirious dream but my crotch was covered in dry wolf cum, so. Also there goes another pair of PJs. Now I have to sleep naked or just wear regular clothes to bed. I get cleaned up and dressed and head out, having a relatively normal day- though I am only half aware of my surroundings because I am lost in thought. I know the curse's weakness now- silver. But also I am stuck worrying about Terra. She could be a werewolf in hiding now too, or dead for all I know! And then the black wolf... curses me and then has the nerve to fuck me too! And of course I have no control over it- Tamm plays along with him, willingly giving my body to him! It felt so good, but I shouldn't be enjoying my time with that monster! He cursed me, and may have killed Terra! I should be trying to kill him! To save other people like me and Terra from falling victim. But I can't tell anyone about him without outing myself. Unless... I did it. If I use silver... I can kill him myself. Hmm.

I went through the entire day in a whirlwind of those thoughts, going in circles in my head. Unfortunately I have far more pressing matters now. Just as I was about to head back home to start getting ready to sleep- the huntress Lucy reveals she has returned to Straypath. Everyone in town told her there was no monsters here or just outright laughed at the idea, so she had moved on west toward Redgrove- the next town over, outside the great forest. Lucy found no traces of the werewolf to the west however. The last traces she found was around Straypath- so now she is back. She knows the black wolf is here still. Talking to the warden during the day; she now ordered everyone in Straypath for a town meeting this evening. She is going to be giving everyone a mandatory lesson on spotting, and killing a werewolf. At least that is what she is using as a front. Since I am a werewolf, I also realize that she is holding the meeting at night- so if any of the townsfolk are werewolves, they will transform in or at least around the pub where she is bringing everyone. If the moonlight coming in the large front windows doesn't do it- the moment anyone goes to leave they will expose themselves to the moonlight and turn then. Either way- Lucy is filtering out the crowd to make sure the black wolf hasn't made any new friends.

Soooo... yea, that is a problem. She doesn't know anyone in Straypath so I could just not go and Lucy won't know the difference- but everyone else will. I have to show up or someone else is going to notice I am not there and out me. The central tables and chairs are moved aside so Lucy can set up a small table of her own with various hunting gear and research papers she brought from whatever city she originated from. I barely listen to any of it, just standing in the crowd spaced out. I already know all the information she is telling everyone because I have had to live as one myself. She has several knives- including a hooked skinning knife and the blade on all of them is made of silver. She has a flintlock pistol loaded with a silver bullet. I feel unusually horny and start to slowly shuffle my way through the crowd closer to the currently inactive bar counter- further from the windows. The moon crosses the sky past the window rather than over it- it will never shine moonlight directly into the pub, but its bright enough to refract ambience into the window still- and the windows are very large and on either side of the doors. How in the fuck am I supposed to get out of- HOLY SHIT WHAT.

I immediately look up at the chandelier rocking overhead and my heart almost jumps into my fucking throat as I see a woman swathed in a faded red cloak standing on it!! No one else notices but I see it immediately because I wasn't paying any attention to Lucy at all. Massive red-brown curls hang from under the hood. Terra!?! The pub is two floors but the second floor is only half as long as the ground floor- so the main room roof is two stories up. Terra came in from a maintenance hatch leading onto the roof. She waves at me to get my attention. I look concerned and try to use my facial expression to communicate the best I can, since I don't want to move my arms at risk of someone else seeing what we are doing. She just cocks an eyebrow not understanding what I am trying to say. She motions to the balcony with her head and then leaps over to it, vanishing into one of the upstairs halls; presumably wanting me to follow her. But how do I do that without calling attention to myself?

Ted shook his head to my left. "Ah, hell with this."

I look at him as he turns to leave. "Wait- you're just leaving? Wasn't this a mandatory meeting?"

Ted shrugged at me. "Woman's been rambling too damn long. I am a hunter- I already know how to kill things. Ain't seen no demon dog out there, just a lone wolf. I came to the meeting- that was the mandatory part; now I am leaving."

I notice Lucy glance at him as he casually walks out the front doors of the pub, and she makes no move to stop him. She just watches as he leaves out of the corner of her eye. She doesn't give a shit what he learns from the meeting- she wants to see if he turns into a monster in the light of the moon. Wait- this is my chance! If she is watching him, she cannot be watching me. I back up, slipping deeper into the crowd till I get to the bottom of the curved staircase leading up and then quietly hustle up the stairs and away from everyone else. Where did Terra go, though? I take a deep breath and immediately smell her- she went down the hall to the room on the left at the very back of the building. Oof- that room has a window that faces off the back of the building... which means there is moonlight in that room. If I am going to trust anyone with my nightmarish secret though- it will be Terra.

I open the door and the room is empty... but I know she is here from her scent, even without seeing her. She quickly closes the door behind me, startling me! She was standing behind the door, so the door would be hiding her in case anyone but me attempted to come in.

She smiles, I must have a dumb look on my face because I am stunned silent a moment looking her over. She is... entirely naked. The hooded cloak is the ONLY thing she has on.

"N-nice outfit. Heh."

She clutched it and did a playful twirl for me. "Oh, thanks! It is my little red riding hood."

"My... what big breasts you have."

"The better to smother you with! Hehe~"

"Wait, wait. Where have you been all this time?? Did you encounter that evil black wolf?"

"Evil?" She looked offended.

"Well... he has a curse- if you didn't notice the hubbub downstairs about it."

"Haven't connected the dots yet, huh?"

"What?" I had no idea what she meant.

She leaned back, placing a hand on her crotch and gently parted her labia with her index and ring fingers while thrusting her hips forward slightly. She moaned softly, rolling her head back and to the side a bit, causing the cascade of terracotta curls around her face to re-settle. Her pussy yawned open slightly, drooling a bit of lube before clenching hard and her clit throbbed. Her clit suddenly bloated and jut out like a fat pink spike! With another, louder moan it engorged even further, growing fatter and longer into a rounded diffused red cone! It was not just the clit though- when I forget the eroticism of it and actually look more closely- her urethra has extended onto its underside as well, pulling up the entire top of her vulva along with it. It is... a proto-cock!! Terra carefully removed her hand- revealing her curly red-brown pubes are now dense, straight, and black as night- a mat of fur!

She smiled with her sharpening teeth and leaned forward to put her head beside mine and whispers into my ear. "I'm your big bad wolf."

"W-WHAT?! But why, how... when? What. Why would... why did?"

"I bit you so you would turn into a werewolf too. You were so adamant that you wanted to be with me forever... but... no one can be with me- I am cursed, or... infected more accurately. The only way we can be together without worry is if you are also a werewolf. Unfortunately that huntress Lucy blew into town hot on my heels... I had to back off. It was still risky coming here but it looked like you were in trouble, so I figured it was now or never to get you and get out. I wanted to skip town and lose her entirely but I needed to retrieve you first so I have been skulking in the woods."

"What do you mean... infected?"

"The 'curse' isn't magical- it's a germ. It can be carried in any bodily fluids but it requires blood to survive, so if we kiss there is a minuscule chance you get infected, but odds are they will die before they can penetrate far enough to get at your blood. If we kiss and you have a cut in your mouth- you're definitely infected. So biting into your leg- my saliva gets in your blood. Guaranteed infection."

She goes on to explain to me that the germs originated from the cosmos- not from Earth. The werewolf infection first started when people gathered to a meteor crater to mine the cosmic stone, the germs were in the meteor. Under a microscope the germ cells resemble white blood cells- allowing them to bypass the body's natural security system. They are a very pale grey though- also making them resemble a full moon, thus the germ cells were named Lunar Cells. In order to survive they need a host, and these germs are smarter than most- they know that if the host dies; so do they, so they work hard to make sure that doesn't happen. That is why they help stitch you back together and can even go as far as to reanimate you if you completely expire- as long as the damage isn't so catastrophic that your brain cells are fully dead before they can re-ignite your spark. As long as you aren't reduced to a stain on the ground- they will put you back together again. This makes fire especially painful to werewolves though... because they regenerate at the same rate they burn- so until they get water or can otherwise snuff the flame out- they will continue to burn alive perpetually. This was made abundantly clear as the original city that was infected solved that issue through forced quarantine of everyone in the city... which fell to anarchy and eventually the entire city burned to the ground... still not letting anyone out. So when several burning bodies continued to writhe in pain LONG after they should have burned to death- surprise- those were werewolves.

The reason the germs are so closely influenced by the lunar cycles is because of their one true weakness. Silver is deadly poisonous to them. They spread through the entire host body and enhance it while also using it as an ecosystem to survive in themselves, and spread- so once a person turns you cannot use silver to kill the germ cells without also killing the person. The germ cells have replaced a lot of their own, so killing them all means the host body is missing several parts it needed to operate. And what color is moonlight? Silver. Moonlight makes everything look like it has a silver glow- the germs see silver EVERYWHERE and then freak the fuck out because they don't know what it fatal to them and what isn't, causing them to go berserk.

Terra's face becomes more serious, as she tells me why we have to be very careful- because the germs could very easily spread well beyond anyone's control, and effectively be unstoppable without mass murder by silvered weapons. The germs can use any host body... it doesn't have to be human, or wolf. As a means of survival the germs remember the genes it originally mimicked- so when it spreads to a new host it still has the copied genetic code from the previous host. Since it replaces many of your own cells; the lunar cells can transform you and give you the traits stolen from its previous host.

That is why I turn into a female werewolf with terracotta colored fur- I was bitten by Terra, it stole her traits and gave them to me. We are both human so rather than carry that over, it carried the wolf. Terra is, or, WAS an alchemist researching the lunar cell outbreak when she was contaminated by a black wolf- that is why she is black and male in wolf form; that is the traits from who she was infected by. That means if she bit a crow and infected it- when the crow is exposed to moonlight it will turn into a half-human half-crow abomination! If a mosquito bites her and then bites a cow- the next full moon turns the mosquito into a half-bug woman and the cow into a monstrous bug-vampire-bovine. It smears the species together when it jumps hosts, combining them as a forced-evolution to improve their odds of survival.

That means when a werewolf dies- its corpse needs to be destroyed or isolated, because any carrion creatures that feed on bodies will also ingest the lunar cells and carry the 'curse'. That is why wolf became common- wolves eat meat; humans are meat. And if a half-human wolf bites a wolf or human, or a half-wolf human bites a wolf of a human; it continues to be a werewolf as a result. The outbreak was destroyed before it became too chaotic, snowballing other species, so it became known as the werewolf curse. Even though it could just as easily turned into a werepig, werebird, wererat, or were-anything.

Terra took me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. "So... still want to follow me? Now that you know I am a monster?"

"Y-yea..."

She hooked a growing claw on the collar of my shirt and drew me forward. I realized a moment too late as a tingle ran up my body and my arousal exploded in strength- she pulled me into the beam of moonlight coming in through the back window.

Terra has much more control over her curse. You turn when the lunar cells go ballistic in moonlight, but they have those traits to help you survive, so you can technically turn whenever you want. You walk on all fours or act like a wolf, they will turn you. If you willingly swap forms enough you can train the germs to know when you do or do not want it, allowing you to steal back some degree of control even under the pale moon- or deliberately transform yourself even during the day. That is why she has a feral wolf form- Terra trained them to do that. I however, am a long, long ways off from that.

Because it was the first part of my body to enter the light- my breasts swelled into existence first this time! All eight swelling up before my first started to grow in... this is the first time I ever seen them bare. Even without fur and a size difference to rupture my shirt- the fabric was stretched firmly around my growing orbs; a thin line stretched especially tight between my nipples jutting the furthest out. I knew I should be worried about transforming with a huntress right downstairs but was instead overcome with a giddy excitement and feverish arousal. It did not feel like my consciousness is sinking away like before, but I was drunk on hormones and not really in control, either.

My hair turned to fur and it spread from there first. My ears changed and twitched and my tail grew out behind me, shoving out against my pants and squirming back and forth till it wedged its way out on its own. Terra poked my collar bone with a fully formed claw and smiled at me as she dragged her claw down- leaving a red mark on my skin but slicing the taut shirt open, cutting it in half to release my tits!

Her clitoral hood bulged obscenely as her proto-phallus started to develop a knot already. She was dripping pre even before the dick was half-formed. The urethra started to grow past the rest of the shaft, giving it a rounded, curved spike at the tip while the shaft itself swelled a bit fatter toward the end, making it vaguely baseball bat shaped. Her labia deflated and knit themselves together just in time to catch her ovaries as they swelled much larger- getting rejected out of her torso from lack of room as her vaginal passage collapsed behind them. Her labia now a furry scrotum, and her ovaries evolved into testicles- all her eggs having shrank, multiplied, and developed long tails to swim as they convert to sperm cells.

Her knot made a wet *plock* sound as it finally popped free of the clitoral hood which was still struggling to keep up by transforming into a sheath. Her dick was now five inches, but continued to swell longer and thicker. The veins did not project off the surface much at all and most are very thin, but they are plentiful and a dark violet in contrast to the diffused red of the shaft itself. It became a much darker and more vibrant red around the knot and the urethral procession at the very tip- where blood pressure tightened the hardest. My mouth uncontrollably watered and my eyes widened at the sight as it kept growing! It grew beyond what she was before! Then it hit me... she isn't turning into a wolf- that is why it is bigger. She forced a feral form before, which is purely wolf. The actual werewolf form is neither human nor wolf- it's both together. Which means her dick is the size of a timberwolf cock... combined with her human cock size, had she been born male.

Her smile widens as her face cracks and clicks, stretching longer and spreading those pearly white fangs out between her darkening lips. Her throbbing dick bobbed happily in its developing sheath, making it a soft nest of flesh. Six inches, seven, eight. The knot is the size of a baseball now! The thin trail of precum connecting her dick to the floor is an unbroken flow of drool now. Her abs started to swell out and the flesh tightening over their surface, exposing fat veins that converged at the base of her sheath like a roadmap to where my mouth needs to be. Head too empty... can't think of a reason not to. My knees go weak and I slump to the floor, wobbling in place a moment as my entire body groans and enlarges. My face pulls out further, my nose changes, my sense of smell sharpens- the hot, heavy smell of her penis is intoxicatingly unique, I can't stop smelling!

Nine inches, throbbing, ten inches, pulsing... eleven inches- and throw another two and a half inches of knot diameter on top of that. My face hovering so close that when it bucks the pre reaches my nose and I quickly lick it away with my canine tongue. My face stretches even further, like even the bones in my head are trying to bring me to the cock and my head is completely werewolf now! I place my hands on the floor as my palms stretch a bit and the pads form. On my hands and knees like a good girl~ ah, I m-mean boy, er- I- oh who cares. I plunge my muzzle down around the cock and it fills the entire length of my now long mouth, easily! My jaw ached a bit as I desperately tried to get the knot in without scraping it on my fangs- I wanted MORE, needed more! Terra held the back of my head and quickly thrust forward, ramming it completely in! Her knot is so big the back caught on the backside of my fangs! She tied my FACE!

Her body groaned and as her spine grew longer Terra hunched forward and her upper body muscles bulged massively. She is quite strong for a woman, but it doesn't show outwardly because, well, she is a woman. Now the lunar cells are removing that limiter- so she is gaining the muscle bulk she would have if she were an equivalent male; and it's a lot bigger. Because her hair is longer than mine, when it turns to fur it causes the fur on the back of her head, neck, and upper back to become extremely long and bushy. I look up at her as she grins at me with her mouth full of fangs and I see small flecks of glowing yellow appear in her autumn gold eyes, slowly widening like watching a flame consume a sheet of paper, till her iris are entirely glowing yellow. Her riding cloak covered her entire body from head to toe before- now it only hangs as low as her hip, er... HIS hip I guess now. I don't know if she named her alter-ego like I did. Technically it isn't another mind, just a part of our mind that is wolf instead of human.

My balls inverted the moment I collapsed to my knee, as if my downward motion is what caused them to ascend. With every thrust he shoved his musky crotch against my face- my penis regressed further toward a clit. My growing pussy clenched and drooled like it was sucking a phantom phallus of its own. My arousal kept climbing, making my entire body feel like it was filled with a mild pleasurable buzz and my labia fattened and billowed out into a full canine honey pot between my legs!

I purse my lips forward and let her face-fuck me. He thrust with enough force that my head and torso bobbed back with the forward thrusts and was pulled back forward by his dick- because it was locked in place with my mouth. All eight of my titties bobbed around, colliding lightly with one another to add a bit of chaos to their motion. My tongue wildly lashes at the immense dick in my mouth. The texture, the taste, the soft curvature of the veins, the tightness of the knot... I obsess over it, I cannot stop feeling it, experiencing it, letting it fill my thoughts and my mouth. With one final thrust he pushed his tightened testicles into my chin and filled my throat with his dick too- Terra's penis is so massive it bypassed my entire muzzle and shot his cum directly into my throat, forcing me to swallow whether I wanted it or not, and it's so thick it felt like it painted my entire esophagus all the way down!

Terra pet my head and rubbed the backs of my ears gently, waiting for his knot to go down enough for us to separate. "We grrow- g-grrr... go-oh to Mounthorrr-rrRR... m-Mount h-ohrd."

He had trouble pronouncing things in this form, and his voice was very gravelly; but I don't know how to talk in this form at all, so he is still doing better than me. Mounthold is two cities over- to the far, far West. He is taking me away from Straypath finally. I will finally get to see the world! We will leave this annoying huntress behind by escaping through the roof like how she snuck in, and then I will be with Terra finally! I will follow my alpha to any place! I don't even care were.

Though, we do still watch the lunar cycle with a bit of nervousness. Apparently in the event of a lunar eclipse... the germs temporarily recall ALL past host species, all at once.