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(((Kittius: Woot! My first uploaded yiffy story and second yiffy story ever written! My last one got deleted from my computer so it's gone so this is my first time posting a story with yiff in it on the internet! Please rate and comment honestly! Thanks in advance to everyone who reads. Constructive criticism is welcome! Flames are not! <3)))

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Entry 1:

Erm...I don't really know what to write here...mom gave me this diary out of the blue today because she thinks it's healthy to write out my thoughts or something...I guess it couldn't hurt to try, though it's kind of a wierd gift to just hand to a guy my age. Whatever...

• - - - - - - *Several months and numerous entries later...* - - - - - -

Entry 55:

Ug! Bloody hell! The other night while camping with some friends I was attacked by some fucking wolf creature. He slashed me across the face with his claws and put three huge gashes on it. I bled like crazy for the longest time. My compaions and I ran to the car and drove to the nearest hospital, me pouring blood all the while. We finally arrived at the emergency room and the nurses immediately began fixing me up. Now I have three huge cuts going diagonally down my face. I hope I don't get an infection. I swear to god if I do I'm hunting that bastard down and chopping his fucking head off! Damnit!

Entry 56:

It's been about a week since my last writing. I finally went back home and looked around wondering where everyone was. Then I rememberd my parents were off on an extravegant, second hooneymoon lasting a few weeks and my brother had just moved out a few days before my own trip. Here I am, a twenty-two year old white guy just outside of Atlanta, Georgia with nothing to do. On a different subject, ever since my last journal entry I've been having strange dreams where I was running close to the ground. I must have been on my hands and feet. I was frantically searching for something but I couldn't figure out what it was until I caught it. As I leaped at my prey, I recognized it as a deer before promptly ripping out it's throat. I woke up sweating up a storm. What the hell is wrong with me? Does it have something to do with the wolf that attacked me? No..I'm just being paranoid...right?

Entry 57:

I had another terrible dream last night. I thought it was real at first because I opened my eyes and I was in a cave. I then suddenly felt very hungry. As I stood up, I realized I was low to the ground again. I went outside and it was night time. Looking up at the moon, I gave a loud howl. I woke up with beads of sweat going down my face and back. It seemed so real...

Entry 58:

Another dream...it started where the last one left off. I was still hungry and I could smell something in the distance. I ran further and further from the cave until I saw something close by. My vision was unusual and I noticed, despite it being night time, I could see extremely well. Chasing after the small form, I finally leaped at it before waking up, this time even more sweat on my body. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?

Entry 59:

I'm getting tired of these nightmares. The latest one seemed even more real than the others. The dream started as me flying through the air towards a small animal I soon recognized to be a rabbit. I landed on it and began tearing out it's insides before eating the meat contained within. I remember it being tender and juicy, one of the best things I've ever tasted. I woke up pouring sweat from my body and I quickly ran to the bathroom and filled the sink with water, splashing it on my face. Gazing into my reflection in the small pool of liquid in the porcelain sink, the scars on my face looked like they were glowing slightly. Could that have just been the reflection of the moonlight from the window on the water?

Entry 60:

*This scrap of paper is barely legible, the words scribbled as if the writer was in terrible agony at the time. The following is the only part that makes any sense.* IfI ShOUlD DIE pLAese Kno THt I livd A gUdLife. To WhoeveFiNDs THiS JoRUal Along With my bODY, TEll My brtHer Jhn that IM Orry aNdto PLEASE>__,,,..... *The rest is nothing but scribbles down the side of the paper ending with a large tear at the bottom, right hand corner of the page.*

Entry 61:

On the my bedroom floor was amy journal. Flipping to the latest entry was a sheet of paper I must have wrote on when I was under that pain. I must have been certain my demise was imminent. From what I could figure, part of it stated that I was apologizing to my brother, John. He just moved out a few weeks ago and we had a rather big argument mainly consting of me yelling hurtful things that were mostly untrue and we haven't spoken since that fight. Him and my parents would always joke that I could be a bit bitchy sometimes and acted like such a girl in some things I do like yell for John to kill a spider for me. It would always embarass me when they'd say such things because mom and dad didn't know I was gay and John acted like he didnt care one way or another when I told him in private.

As I wrote before in earlier entries he's a twenty-seven year old psychologist now, though he looks and dresses more like a skater punk. He always wears cargo pants and a T-shirt with some sort of phrase or design on it. The only other thing he'll wear is when it's paticularly cold outside he will throw on a hoodie or on occasion a pair of sunglasses to block the sun. It's not a bad choice of outfits and even I wear the same sort of things most of the time. The one thing I admire about him most is his charming personality. He constantly seems to be in a good mood and rarely get's angry or depressed. That coupled with his short, blond hair and beautiful blue eyes almost make me wish he was gay and not my brother, just so we could have some "fun". His well toned body is nothing to sneeze at either compared with my own small frame and slender body. I often wish I could have a six-pack like him and not this smooth, unmuscular stomach. I'd love to run my fingers through his hair and...wow...getting steamed up just thinking about it. I've always had a thing for blonds. I tried bleaching my hair but it just turned out white so I gave that up. The fake color finally grew out and numerous haircuts later, I'm back to my normal, light brown hair.

Entry 62:

Today I want to the grocery store were I saw John. I tried to hide behind the bread isle but he spotted me immediately and approached me. we talked for awhile and eventually I apologized for the argument we had which he accepted in stride. I'm glad we finally made our peace. As he wrapped his arms around me in a close hug, I could feel my pants tighten a bit from being so close to him. After he let go and removed his arms, I told him about my dreams and he looked at me like I was crazy. He then joked that he treated a lot of army veterns who went a little insane every now and again. He told me it sounded like Post-Traumetic Stress Disorder brought on from the wolf attack. He also gave me his business card (of which I already have several) and reminded me I could always talk to him if I ever need to get something off my chest. I resisted the urge to mentioned I'd rather have HIM pressed UP against my chest in the throes of some forbidden deed or another and instead merely nodded at him. We eventually parted and I came back home and scrawled these sad, perverted thoughts here.

Entry 63:

Last night it finally happened. There's no doubt in my mind now that I'm afflicted with Lycanthropy. The giant wolf that bit me must have been a werewolf. I clearly remember the extreme pain and looking down at my arms, watching as thick fur grew all over them. I could feel my bones cracking and my muscles getting denser making me a faster, stronger, creature. As the transformation came to an end I gave a loud howl almost as if it was a reflex. That was the last thing I can remember before my vision went blurry and I blacked out. When I came to this morning, I once again had blood all over me and I felt oddly full. There was no need to even eat breakfast. I need to try and get this under control. I can't trust anyone enough to ask about this without being killed for being a werewolf so I'll have to figure this out on my own. For the first time in a long time, I wish I had my mother with me to tell me everything is going to be ok, even if it would be a lie...

Entry 64:

I transformed once again last night. When it was finished, I howled in reflex just like last time. I felt like I was going to black out again, but managed to hold on just long enough to run to the bathroom mirror and looked myself over. There was no skin left showing anywhere on my body. My entire form was covered in the dense fur. My head had large, pointy wolf ears, my eyes turned yellow and I had a long muzzle where my lips once were. I even had several whiskers just like that of a wolf. My hands were like human hands but furred like everywhere else. My fingernails had long claws protruding from them. Looking down at my feet, I saw that they were like human's feet as well, of course with fur on them. The claws on my foot-paws were sticking out, thicker yet shorter than the claws on my hands. Looking back, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw a large wolf tail sticking out from right above my ass. Luckily, I always wear loose clothes so instead of tearing them the transformation merely left them tight against my skin. The final thing I noticed that changed was my voice because I clearly had none! When I tried to speak, the only thing that could come out were grunts and growls. It was then that it became hard to see and I fell unconscious, unable to hold on again.

Entry 65:

I DID IT! Last night I transformed again and actually managed to avoid passing out! After the transformation came over me again, I heard my stomach rumble. It sounded really loud but then realized it must be because of my now, exceptional hearing! I then went outside and gazed into the woods behind my house. I started off trying to run on two legs and found out I can do so much faster than the average human. When I dropped down to all fours, my speed increased substantially and was able to quickly jump and dodge between trees and fallen logs with relative ease and enhanced dexterity. It was then I smelled the faint hint of something. After giving a few more whiffs I actually started to see little wavy lines leading into some brush. When I followed them, I came open a large bush and suddenly a buck jumped out. I proceeded to chase it, the whole time, the lines trailed behind it. I finally caught the deer and bit it's neck, breaking it and killing the animal I then began eating it with huge bites, each time chewing and swallowing large hunks of raw meat. Oddly enough, it was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Afterards, I used my nose to hunt a few more animals, chasing them throughout the forest. I finally realized that the wavy lines were the animals' scents! I Could SEE scent trails! What an amazing thing! I didn't kill the other animals since I was already satiated from my first hunt. I merely chased them to learn more about my new form. I did find a few dead animal carasses which must have been from my uncontrolled hunts before and I immediately felt a sense of relief, realizing I didn't kill any people during those nights. Eventually, it became dawn and as I jumped over the chain link fence and into my backyard, I suddenly fell to one knee and all of the fur simply fell off my body and drifted off into the wind. Running inside and to the bathroom mirror, I looked at it again. I was completely human once more. This may sound bad, but maybe this disease won't be such a bad thing after all...

Entry 66:

Today I spent my time trying to bring the transformation on at my own free will. At one point, after concentrating extremely hard, I actually managed to make my arm grow fur all over it before it quickly fell off and landed in a clump on my bedroom floor. I tried again and the fur grew back and my hand changed as well, fur sprouting on it and my nails turning to claws. I actually started to feel giddy, excited that I discovered it might actually be possible to change to a werewolf whenever I please, even during the day! By the time dusk was upon me, I was able to change my entire arm into that of my were form, as well as cause half of my chest to grow fur. Tomorrow I shall continue my training.

Entry 67:

Once again, I spent all day training to transform at will. It took me half the day, but I finally managed to do it! I looked in my mirror and saw I had completely changed into were form. Next, I tried to change back to human mode. After trying several different things, I eventually found out that I could achieve this by simply relaxing every muscle in my body (quite hard to do as an angry wolf, mind you) but I soon felt the familiar feeling of the fur falling from my body and my bones giving a few quick cracks. I looked in the mirror again and was human. With a nod, I forced myself to change back and forth between human and were. After each transformation, it became easier and quicker to change. Finally I morphed to wolf form again and then spent the next few hours trying to speak. After many grunts and growl, I managed to form some words, my voice very gruff and the words themselves almost unintelligible from normal growling. After a bit more training, I managed to be able to speak fluently. My voice was much deeper then my normal human voice but it lost most of it's gruffness. With a wide grin, I felt my muzzle curl into a smile. Taking a glance over to the mirror, I saw my face. Yeesh! That was actually scarier than the scowl on my face when I felt the swelling of anger in me after the first sight of myself as a werewolf. It was then I felt a stirring in my loins.

Unbuttoning my pants, I opened the fly and looked down at what was apparently a furry sheath like that of a dog. My balls were much bigger than in my human form, each one a bit bigger than a golfball and also covered in the thick hair. I reaches down and groped my testicals, the fur feeling extremly smooth, much more so than on the rest of my body. It was then I held my pants up with one clawed hand and walked into my bedroom to get comfortable. I finally went to my closet and pulled out the rag I use to clean myself of cum during my usual stroke sesions and laid down on my bed and pulled my pants and shirt off, throwing them to the side. With a low growl, I resumes gropping my testicals with one paw as my other scratched lightly at my new six-pack. It was then I looked down and watched as my pink cocktip emerged from my sheath, slipping out into the cool air. Rubbing my balls a bit more, I watched as more and more of my dick slipped free and hardened quickly.

I finally scooted up so my back was aginst the headboard of my bed so I could get a better look at my naughty bits. My cock was fully hard and I reached to my nightstand to grab tape measurer I keep in my drawer. My mom would sometimes joke about me keeping it there but as I told her several times I use it to measure how big a character's sword would be on whatever RPG video game I'm playing. This was mostly the truth anyways. Pulling the tape measurer to my canine cock, I flattened it along the side of it, my eyes going wide with surprise. As a human, my cock was a respectable seven and a half inches long. As a werewolf, however, I was gifted with a very sexy thirteen inches of throbbing wolf meat!

Wrapping my hand around my doggy dick, I began stroking it firmly up and down, going from the base to the pointed tip, drops of precum leaking out the whole time. I kept this up for a several minutes my other paw going back up my chest and rubbing my muscled form. With another sharp growl I pinched my nipple and a particularly large glob of precum leaked out of the hole on the tip of my member before sliding down my shaft and being absorbed by my furry paw. I bean stroking faster and faster and as time went by, my pre was seeping out in bigger and bigger quantities. Eventually I noticed a small lump appear at the base of my cock, getting bigger the more I stroked. I had seen a dog's knot before. I have owned pets all my life so it's only natural to see one sooner or later and of course I recognized what this steadily thickening thing was. With another grin, I removed the paw from my chest and gripped my quickly forming knot and gave it a firm squeeze. I literally whimpered out loud as the pleasure I was feeling shot through the roof and I felt my orgasm closer at hand than before I squeezed that amazing lump. I stroked my meaty shaft as fast as I could, my paw a blur as it flew up and down my dick. At the same time I kept squeezing my knot over and over when suddenly, that hand slipped and gripped around my dick just below the knot.

At that moment, my orgasm hit and numerous spurts of thick cum shot out of my cock and onto my belly and chest, coating it in the white goo. I gave a loud howl as I hit my peak and continued pleasuring my cock with my paw, milking my seed out. Now, I knew when dogs mated the knot would lock the male to the female to help impregnate her. I also knew that during the time they were locked together, the male would be constantly shooting his load into the female. This means that canines cum for long periods of time which I failed to think about when I started masterbating because after this first session, I would remember to either bring a towel, or sit in the bathtub. As I kept stroking my meat, I expected to stop cumming a few seconds after my orgasm, like when I jacked off as a human. This of course was not the case. My orgasm lasted for about ten seconds and when it finally ended, I stopped stroking myself. Unfortunatly this did not stop my ejaculation as I then proceeded to keep shooting my cream all over myself. I was not touching my dick yet I was still cumming! I began to panick, and thinking quickly, covered my cock with my cum rag and ran to the bathroom and into the tub.

Almost as if I was hypontised by the sheer quatity of spurts I was making, I stared at my throbbing dick. Even though it wasn't as extreme as my orgasm, I was feeling some moderate pleasure from my cock as I kept blowing my load. I finally laid down in the bathtub and relaxed, feeling my balls empty onto myself. One thing I noticed was the cum I shot during, as well, as a few moments after my orgasm was thick and creamy whereas the cum I was shooting now was thin and watery. I layed in the tub like this for what felt like forever, the whole time coating my body in a continuous flow of semen. Finally my cock merely leaked the last of my seed for less than twenty seconds before stopping altogether, my dick soon getting softer and softer until it slipped back into my fuzzy sheath, happy to be in it's new home. With a loud murr, I looked down at the mess I had made. My whole body was drenched in my jizz. My chest and torso were soaked along with my crotch as well as my thighs and paws. The parts of my body that weren't completely coated with my werewolf cum still had several speckles of it sprinkled onto those places.

It was then I figured it might be a good time to take a shower but couldn't risk clogging the drain with my already wet fur so I ran to the basement and forced myself back to human mode, the fur landing on the concrete floor in a sopping pile. When I reached down to touch my skin, it turned out my whole body was slimy with the seed my fur didn't soak up. I was covered from head to toe in a thin film of werewolf jizz! It was then I sprinted back up the stairs and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and before stepping in, my eyes landed on the clock on the wall. I had been pleasuring myself for almost an hour. I know I only masterbated for about thirty minutes before I hit orgasm so that means that I was shooting jizz all over myself for the other half of that time! Holy Shit, that's hot!

Finally I stepped in the shower and washed off the cum slime from my body. Getting out, I dryed myself off and proceded to clean up the mess I had made on my bed and the few damp spots on the carpet leading from my bedroom to the bathroom from running there jizzing constantly. At last I got dressed and swept the wolf fur off my carpet into a dustpan and went to the basement and cleaned up the fur I shedded there as well. I threw the fur in the already half-full kitchen trash-can and then tied the bag and took it outside to the garbage bin beside the garage to be taken to the curb on trash day. Whe I went back inside, it became apparent that the whole house still smelled of dog jizz but after spraying every room several times over the past few minutes with air freshener, the house was back to normal. It was then my parents walked in the front door with souveneirs from their vacation. When I went to greet them, my mom rushed up to me and with an extremely worried tone of voice, asked what the hell happened to my face.

Entry 68:

It's been two months since I learned how to master my transformation abilities. I am now quite adept at going back and forth between human and were mode. I told my mom about how I was attacked by a wolf during my camping trip but of course left out the parts about it being a werewolf and I myself being infected with the curse as well. I paw off often and I always remember to keep a large towel hidden in my closet or sit in the tub when I do so. I have begun to love being in were form more than I ever liked being in a human state. If it wasn't for the fact werewolves are thought to be a mythical animals and not actually exist, I'd stay in were form every second of every day! Alas, this can not happen. If everyday people were to know werewolves actually exist, we would be hunted and killed just for living, of this I have no doubt. I know it's a good thing I can be both human and wolf for when I go outside with other people. I can walk amongst men and women without them ever being the wiser. A few times a week, however, I'll tell my parent's I'm spending the night at a new friend's house, when in fact, I'm actually in the huge expanse of woods behind ours, being free as my true form! For now, that is what I really am...a werewolf....