The dry mixture of Nevada dust and loose gravel stirred loudly under the heel of my boot. Stepping out into the neon lit parking lot and abandoning the relative safety of the car has me feeling uneasy. It wasn’t my idea to come here, out to this remote part of a mostly empty state. We were far from the well policed boulevards of the Las Vegas strip. And hindsight being 20-20, maybe it would have been better had we just continued on down the highway to Sin City, and spent our evening at some strip club. But that was too vanilla for Mikey and Pete, my two best friends and roommates. Their tastes were a little more, shall we say, exotic?
And on this night, we were men on a mission. A mission men our age embark upon almost every evening. We were like King Arthurs Knights of the Pound Table, on our never ending quest for the Holey Tail. Only compared to my buddies, a pair of Lancelots if you know what I mean, I was Sir Galahad the Chaste. It had been a little over a year since my long term girlfriend had dumped me. We dated all through college, but ended things when she moved far away after graduation. And I had no game, none whatsoever, when it came to hitting on women at the bars near our place. I had been out of circulation for so long, I no longer knew how to chat up women! Mikey and Pete joked that my virginity was definitely going to grow back if I didn’t use my cock soon.
So tonight, our quest had carried us out of our cozy California apartment, across a state line, and deep into the dusty Nevada desert. Here, no game was required. Only cash. To help me out of my slump, all three of us were fully prepared to enter into the ranks of men who had utilized a fully legal, rural Nevada brothel. But not just any fully legal, rural Nevada brothel. No, that would be too pedestrian, no better than visiting that hypothetical Vegas strip club. Mikey and Pete wanted to go even more decadent and debauched than the standard Nevada prostitute. So thats how we came to find ourselves strolling through the parking lot of The Moonblossom, perhaps the most famous ‘all werewoman’ brothel in the state. It was their website’s claim to fame, But, for all I knew, it was the only one.
By now, everyone knows what a werewoman is. School children learn about them in health class these days. We all had heard the lesson in our own time at school. A werewoman is a man who transforms into a lusty woman during the full moon at night, or whenever something triggers their change. With enough practice, a werewoman can transform whenever she wants to really. Though on a full moon night, the change is forced. It is a rare genetic condition that affects a small percentage of the world population. Stories about werewomen have existed for hundreds or thousands of years, but only in the last few decades has their existence been definitively confirmed by science. Since then, it’s been public knowledge. And once that story broke, it was only a matter of time before some smart cookie figured out that werewomen make great sex workers.
Werewomen tend to be outstandingly beautiful when transformed, and incredibly skilled at seduction and making love. They were known to be immune to virtually every STD and venereal disease known to science, and pregnancy was not an issue for them either. Furthermore, a lot of werewomen report feeling a powerful lust, and a hunger for sexual release, when in female form. Last but not least, all those rumors that sleeping with a werewoman might infect a man with their curse, turning them into a werewoman too, had been debunked. Something like 99% of all men were naturally immune to the werewoman curse, and infection was super rare. And what is Nevada all about if not gambling? Here, for a change, the odds were remarkably in our favor.
I had had never used the services of a brothel before, or paid for sex. I was nervous as we marched across the gravel parking lot. Only intense desire moved me forward. It had been way too long since my last sexual conquest, and carnal need was overriding my better judgement. My mind began reeling in justification mode. This was a legal and licensed establishment. It had excellent reviews. Pete said his cousin had an incredible time here once upon a time. Nothing bad was going to happen. We three grown men know how to handle ourselves. Reassured at last, my doubts faded like last summers tan.
The glow of the full moon above outshone the humming neon signs on the front of the building, bathing the serene desert landscape in its silvery light. Besides the buzzing neon signs on the faded glory building, it was a tranquil scene all around. I drank in one last glimpse of this peaceful, hilly desert environment as we made our way inside the neon oasis. My trio glided nervously towards the beautiful woman behind the hostess stand near the entrance. Her red dress, red lipstick, firey red hair and blazing smile greeted us as she went through the required formalities.
“ID’s guys. Gotta make sure you’re over 21 and stuff.” She squeeked as we produced the rectangular sheets of government plastic from our wallets. “First time here?” She said breazily, less a question and more a statement on her part, but we found ourselves nodding as she slid our identification back across the counter once her examination of them was through. “Ok so like, welcome to The Moonblossom, Nevada’s premier all werewoman brothel!” She said in a cheerful tone. “Bar is through here.” She explained, leading us down a corridor and through a red door at the end.
When she opened it, the thundering beat of loud techno music spilled out, filling the narrow hallway with its sound and subtle bass vibrations. Our hostess spoke louder as we entered the bar space. “This is where you can meet the girls, have a drink, buy them a drink, and select Ms. Right for the night.” She added with a wink and a nudge. “Cutie pie here won’t have much trouble.” She added with a giggle, teasingly touching my hand with hers as she smiled at me. “So have fun, and if you have any questions, I am Destiny, and the bar tender is Luna. We are both happy to help in any way we can.” Our gorgeous red headed minx of a tourguide offered. We nodded in response as she departed back to the hostess stand.
Drinking in my new surroundings, the overall vibe coming off this place was decidedly seedy. But show me a non seedy brothel, and I will show you a place I can’t afford to visit. A shimmering mirrored disco ball was overhead, spinning and casting reflected lights against the walls. Most of the walls themselves were painted up to look like a desert under the full moon light. Mirrors covered a side wall near a small, uninhabited dance floor. Most of the gyrations here happened elsewhere, horizontally no doubt. A series cracked and peeling red pleather upholstered booths surrounded us, looking as though they had seen better days. A row of stiff, metallic stools ringed a rectangular wooden bar jutting out from the center of the room. Some soft sofas with end tables adorned a quiet, dimly lit corner where a few couples were openly making out, macking on each other hard.
And amongst it all, some of the most positively gorgeous women I had ever seen worked the crowd. Some stood at the bar, chatting with each other, with the other patrons, sipping drinks and smiling as they met my probing gaze. Most sported skimpy stripper outfits, a few, (werewoman patrons maybe?), actually wore mens clothing over their obviously womanly bodies. And of course there were more than a few ‘normal’ men like us, there to score. It didn’t take long until the sharks smelled fresh blood in the water, and swam towards us for the easy kill.
“Hey cutie.” Said a busty, olive skinned brunette.
“Looking for a good time honey?” A raven haired goddess with pale skin inquired.
“Hey stud, wanna get a room with me?” Asked a perky and eager blonde in a valley girl accent.
“I will rock your world, pretty boy.” Declared a petite red head with a pouty expression and sinful green eyes that sparkled like emeralds.
The women were presenting themselves to us, or more specifically, to me. My friends usually drew more girls, so this attention was somewhat new to me. And well appreciated too! Maybe they smelled my desperation? Or how backed up I was. Whatever the case, I was a hit with these ladies. Mikey and Pete barely got a word or a glance from our supernaturally enhanced hostesses. They all walked straight up to me, calling me cutie and sweetie and other silly pet names as they made their flirtatious introductions. As we oogled and broused and chatted our way through the selection of eager babes, buying a drink for a few thirsty girls, I was starting to appreciate Pete and Mikey for insisting on this destination.
One thing was for sure, what they said about werewomen is absolutely true. Each one was more gorgeous than the last. In the back of my mind, I knew that all of them had been guys, and would be guys again, but they are all woman right now, and all stunningly gorgeous. Thats all that mattered. Just being in their presence was making me ache with desire, and my cock was already tenting my jeans as we explored this unusual space and it’s incredible offerings. Besides their perfect appearances, honeyed voices and soft touch, the delicious bouquet of exotic perfumes wafting off of these flawless women had our trio intoxicated with lust. We had been there for a little over an hour when the time came to make my selection. Mikey and Pete insisted I choose first, it was my night, after all.
After a second glance over all of my beautiful options, I chose Amber, a leggy blonde haired girl with a great caboose, tits that I estimate were in the C or D range, and the friendliest smile I had seen in a while. Her icy blue eyes shone with sapphire brilliance under the club lights. Her silky, shear pink teddie left little to the imagination, obscuring her sex and bosom alone. There were no wrong choices here, but Amber felt right to me. Her angelic grin grew steeper yet when I picked her.
To my everlasting surprise, I definitely heard a few groans of disappointment coming from the other gals present in the sexy line up. It was flattering, really. Maybe it was just an act, or perhaps Mikey and Pete paid extra for my kind treatment, but I was beaming pridefully as Amber took my hand. Never before had I felt so wanted, so desired. Can anyone blame me for basking in it?
Hand in hand, Amber and I made our way out of the bar, ducking through another red door towards the back. A brass plaque adorned the crimson portal, the word ‘Heaven’ was etched into the shiny metal. Amber led me down long corridor behind, itself lined with doors. Each door sporting a similar plaque bearing a woman’s name. ‘Candy’ and ‘Celena,’ ‘Jezebel’ and ‘Mercedes.’ Noms de Guerre most likely. And as expected, the door my perfect hostess led me through read ‘Amber.’
The bedroom was about 11 by 11, dimly lit by a single floor lamp, and the moon shining into its one window. The walls were painted pink with white flowers stenciled in. A fan creaked rhythmically overhead, hanging from a familiar looking white popcorn ceiling. There was a king size bed made with fresh white sheets taking up most of the space along two edges. A closet with bifold doors took up most one free wall. The other featured the sole window, sporting a fine coat of dust.
I was a little surprised when Amber produced some paperwork from a bedside table. And here I thought this particular transaction would be different from all the others! How naieve I was, being new to commercial sex and all. The first form was a waiver of liability in case of STD, or infection with the werewoman curse. Amber wasted no time explaining this was nearly impossible anyways. It hadn’t happened in 10 years or so, to hear her tell it. Just a formality required by the estimable Nevada board of health, since the establishment doesn’t insist on condoms. The second form was a pricing sheet, sexual acts listed alongside dollar amounts, most of which I had heard of, a few of which I am ashamed to say I had not. For example, “W.T.F. is a Polish Bikeride?“ I found myself inquiring of my belle du jour.
“If you have to ask, you can’t afford it.” Amber said with a giggle and an impish wink.
Priced at $2500, she wasn’t wrong. And so after making my somewhat affordable, vanilla selections, I was handed her hourly rate contract to agree to in writing as well. Nothing says foreplay quite like county paperwork! She even handed me copies with a receipt, which I absently slipped into my back pocket. Not that I wanted a record of this transaction per se, but rules were rules, and I was too polite to toss them into the wastebin by the side table with her looking on.
As soon as the formalites were out of the way, Ambers brilliant smile returned as she slowly undressed. I did the same, though clumsily, and far less sexily than Ambers smoking hot strip tease. Her body fully revealed was truly marvelous. My eyes started at her long, shapely legs. They were toned and smooth, silky and creamy in the dim light of the moon pouring in through the dusty window. A perfect waist hip ratio at her mid section conjured images of a slender Victoria’s Secret lingerie model. Her womanhood, strongly suggested by the tight knuckle peaking out at the bottom of her tapering inverted delta, looked flawless and taught. A narrow waist gave way to a slim and short torso, adorned by twin breasts I could now clearly see in all their glory. They were full D cups without that pretty pink nightie pressing down upon them. Topped by rosy pink nipples that grew erect when exposed to the night air. I savored the sight of her feminine perfection. Inhaled her delectable perfume. Felt my cock stiffening in response without so much as a touch from her as I stood beside the bed.
Amber sniffed at the air in my direction. She was like an animal now, a shewolf in heat lustily staring at my cock while laying spread eagle on the bed, toying with herself and mewing softly. Inviting me silently with her eyes to come and claim my prize. I lined myself up atop her, feeling the wonderous sensation of her breasts pressed against my chest. She guided the tip of my rock hard cock towards her beautiful opening and I leaned into her with my weight. Ambers eyes went wide as I entered her, and she moaned sensually as I bucked up and down, pushing her into the mattress with each stroke. “Yesssss....” she moaned as her pussy gripped my shaft tightly, working it like a dairy farmer works an bovine utter.
For the first fifteen minutes of our hour together, I pounded her into the bed with my feet still on the floor. Amber lay back down on the edge of the bed, her spindly feminine legs set atop my shoulders, legs splayed apart. She felt incredible, and I am amazed I lasted as long as I did before cumming into her hard as she cried out lustily under me. But the hour wasn’t up, and Amber was not nearly done with me. We switched positions. I was still impossibly hard somehow. As in, zero refractory period. It reminded me of the time I had fooled around with Viagra with my girl back in college. And I went with it.
For the rest of agreed upon hour, she rode me like a rodeo cowgirl. Her tits bounced wildly as she persued climax after climax perched atop my proud pole. In the course of all her rhythmic bouncing, I found myself cumming powerfully again and again and again. Before I knew it, I had tossed four loads into Amber, and in a little less than one hour! Amber seemed satisfied with it. You know I was. I recall her using the words “cock drunk” at one point as she lay her sweet head against my chest. Whatever that meant. She was giggly, giddy, basking with me in the afterglow of our tryst until the timer snapped us back into reality.
“Want another hour hun?” She asked hopefully. And I did, but consulting my old friend Mr. Wallet, who was looking a lot thinner as of late, I politely declined. After tipping Amber as generously as possible, I went back to the bar to look for my friends.
Mikey was already out there sipping a beer, looking relaxed, well pleased, definitely in a state of post coital bliss. Pete emerged from the corridor of red doored rooms a moment later, sporting the same cat that ate the canary grin. We had gotten what we came for, and then some. We finished our beer and made our way out past the hostess stand. “Ya’all come on back real soon now!” The cheery red headed hostes, Destiny if memory serves, smiled at us as we floated passed. I saw her winking at me as we made the briefest of eye contact.
We piled into the car, grinning ear to ear like, feeling like lottery winners all. Tonight we hadn’t a care in the world. Sure, it had been expensive, but inarguably worth every penny. Money spent was the furthest thing from our minds. Mikey and Pete went first, describing their experience with their werewoman prostitute in explicit detail. They described every centimeter of her physique, and all of us agreed that they each and every one of them looked like fully airbrushed playboy models with zero visible flaws. They described their technique, missionary, doggy, pile driver, and how their women (werewomen really) reacted to their skill. Once finished, both begged me for details. I think I told them it was incredible, but the paperwork was a little odd.
“What the price sheet? The hourly rate?” Pete asked.
“Yeah, that and the waiver.” I replied.
“Waiver? Ha. You’re funny man.” Pete said with a chortle. “I didn’t have to sign away no rights.”
“Me neither. Just the payment sheets.” Mikey said with a yawn as he reclined in the passenger seat.
I just raised my hands up as if to say ‘whatever’ as I slipped the aforementioned paperwork from my back pocket into the center console. Apparently they hadn’t been made to sign a waiver? “Maybe my girl was pre law or something.” I quipped. Doesn’t matter, I told myself.
Taking turns at the wheel was the plan as we drove home silently through the night. Wending our way through the winding desert highway, I felt triumphant. Mikey and Pete snored away, but I was so invigorated, I just kept on driving. The sun was rising, a beautiful new day dawning, the memory of my conquest from last night was fresh. I was on top of the world as I pulled into our parking garage at last, though tired from driving the whole stretch. And of course the previous nights activities. When I crashed out safe in my bed at home, I dreamed of Amber.
I dreamed of her quite a bit over the next several weeks. Dreams of our night together. The hour of bliss we shared. I dreamed of The Moonblossom and some of the other girls there. They seemed so happy, doing what they were doing out there in the desert. And why shouldn’t they be? They had a good thing going. A legal trade that made them decent money. A safe place to ply that trade. No shortage of willing customers, and a way to sate that infamous werewoman lustfulness that was part and parcel to their unique condition.
I wanted badly to go back for more. For Amber, or one of her sister werewomen. But Mikey and Pete seemed satisfied with the local bar scene, so I kept it to myself. I didn’t want them teasing me for falling in love with a working girl, and a werewoman nonetheless. But I wasn’t naive, my night with Amber had been a service in exchange for payment. And as worth it as the whole experience had been, I couldn’t afford to splurge like that too often. Someday though...
Besides, in the weeks ahead, I had even managed to talk to a few women on our local bar outings. I even managed to get a phone number or two. No hook ups though. It didn’t feel strange when I found myself in conversations with women about fashion, their lives, their work, how so and so was being catty about this or that. Friendly chats that didn’t lead to me scoring. But there was less awkwardness, and I felt at ease conversing them. My game with the ladies seemed to be getting back on track, slowly but surely. As far as Mikey and Pete were concerned, their third ‘muff-keteer’ was back in action, ready to bury his sword, and almost skilled enough to find an opening. My time would come. The injured falcon had healed, and was being released back into nature to hunt.
But we weren’t out chasing tail every night. We needed break nights too. Bro nights. Nights where we drank beer, ate pizza, played Madden. And for me, a night like that is just what the doctor ordered. Work had been busy lately. Deadlines and editors and a huge workload had me chasing my tail. I had been sleeping less too, dreaming about Amber, waking up horny in the middle of the night. I found myself staring up at the darkened popcorn ceiling, creaky fan and all. Ruminating on its resemblance to Ambers ceiling, I would find myself wondering what her life must be like. What did she look like as a guy? Did she like being a werewoman? How did it feel to change? How much time does she spend in each form? How did it feel to fuck, to be fucked? Which was better? Odd but titilating questions like these just popped into my mind when I was alone as the days and weeks rolled past.
I do recall feeling strangely that Saturday morning, wanting to stay in and not go out and spend another small fortune at the bar. So I was happy Mikey and Pete agreed to have a good old fashioned bro-down for a change. After waking up late, masturbating quietly while recalling a particularly hot Amber dream, I showered, thought about shaving my scruff before deciding not to, and went out to the living room. “I got next.” I declared, plopping myself lazily on the sofa in between the two well worn lazy boy recliners Mikey and Pete luxuriated in.
”Glad you could join us, I was afraid I was going to have to beat up on pitiful Pete here all day.” Mikey said. He greeted me without looking away from the screen. His 4th Quarter lead grew with another touchdown, run in on a quarterback sneak. “Mahomes ya’all!”
“He cheats man. Using the Chiefs, they’re overpowered this year.” Pete protested.
“Please, I’d beat you with the Miami Dolphins bro.” Mikey jabbed.
As the afternoon progressed, the odd but horny feeling just increased. I hadn’t managed to win a single game of Madden all afternoon either, and I was typically the best out of the three of us. To be honest, my heart just wasn’t in the game today like it usually was. It seemed stale and boring and trivial even. Maybe it’s because my timing was awful, even my hands felt a bit less coordinated than usually was the case. I couldn’t focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to The Moonblossom night, and my lost puppy, hopeless crush on Amber.
Mikey was on fire though, schooling myself and Pete, winning again and again. It was on my third game against Mikey when afternoon silently turned to evening. Darkness crept over the world outside as the sun vanished over the horizon. And no one took much notice as we played and traded friendly insults and barbs about our Madden superiority, and our opponents lack of skill.
It was nearly half time in my latest game when I felt a little jolt pass through me. It was a sensation that had my whole body buzzing. My body reacted as though I had just been mildly electrocuted, though it did not hurt one bit. It felt good. So pleasant, my cock stirred at the sensation as I buzzed like a PS4 controller on vibrate. The sensation was intense, though brief, just distracting enough to cause me to miss a tackle. “Dammit.” I said as Mikey’s guy marched in for another touchdown. Inhaling sharply, my nostrils were treated to a sweet aroma coming from the direction of my companions. My slovenly, unkempt roommates smelled good for a change today.
“You suck tonight bro.” Mikey said teasingly, pointing at the scoreboard on screen.
“Whatever bro. You’re going down in the second half.” My voice cracked slightly as I spoke the last word, causing Mikey to chuckle. His team was kicking off, and I was back to receive when the second buzz passed through me. My hands tensed around the controller, and I gasped aloud. The sensation again had felt amazing, indescribably pleasurable in fact, but fleeting. It left me stunned for a second or two.
“Everything ok over there, bro?” Mikey asked, suddenly sounding serious for once.
“Fine.” I replied, somewhat edgily as my player on screen fumbled the ball, Mikey’s team recovered it. The musky smell I had enjoyed earlier was back too, the smell arousing me even further.
“Hopefully you’re feeling better than you’re playing.” Mikey said, resuming his normal assault of friendly taunts.
I didn’t feel ill, but I wasn’t entirely fine. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, flushed and warm. My cock was inflating, a chubby which had started with the first buzzing hardened into a five alarm stiffy as I breathed in that amazing aroma. A wonderful yet strange tingle was spreading all over my body now. The tingle had less intensity than the brief buzzes, but stayed with me constantly instead of hitting intermittently. A bead or two of perspiration appeared on my brow. My lips felt thicker, like I was having an allergic reaction. I scrunched my nose when the tingle spread there, Mikey and Pete’s scent coming in stronger than ever now. The odd feeling even spread to my jaw line. But despite these distracting sensations, this surge of horniness, I forced myself to maintain focus on the game. There would be time for mister happy later, I reasoned.
But on the very next play, another buzzing sensation hit me. It was stronger still than the first two. This time, I dropped the controller in response. I even moaned a little due to the overpoweringly awesome sensation coursing through me. It felt sensual and sweet, but the fact that these pulsations kept on coming, less than a minute apart, had me a little concerned. As did the fact that I wasn’t able to push this feeling aside, deal with my need to cum later. It was hard to ignore my tingling cock, and my scalp, which was tingling even more intensely than the rest of my body now. I came out of this overpowering jolt of pleasure just as the plastic PS4 controller crashed against the coffee table.
“Fumbling in game and in real life, are we? Be careful with that, you’ll break...” Mikey stopped speaking mid sentence and stared at me quizzically. “Dude, you look... different. Did you shave when I wasn’t looking or something?”
“What?” I asked, trying my best to act casually in my suddenly creaky voice. My hand brushed my smooth, scruff free jaw line. “I shaved earlier today I think”. I cleared my throat to combat the hitch in my voice. Of course, I didn’t remember shaving, I clearly recall not wanting to bother with it, and deciding to be scruffy. But I felt clean shaven. And like it had been done recently. So I must have. I reached for the controller I had fumbled. It felt different in my hands now. Bigger even. “Game on dude.” I pointed at the screen impatiently, towards our game in progress. My level of arousal was making me uncomfortable under their gaze, and I was eager to get their attention off of me and onto the game once more.
“And your eyes. Have they always been blue like that?” Pete asked, scratching his mop of brown hair. He was leaning towards me now, examining me like I was a specimen on a microscope slide.
My voice was shaky as hell when I spoke. “Oh great, you too now?” I cleared my throat again, and lowered my voices pitch somewhat artificially. “Very funny guys. Blue eyes, I wish. They’re brown like always. And I’m like, totally fine. Quit staring at me, unpause our game, bro.”. I said to Mikey. Even in my broken, wavering voice, the tone of desperation was apparent.
“Yeah that’s weird...” Mikey said examining my eyes. “Contacts?” He asked.
“You dorks are starting to freak me out now.” I said in an unbreaking, higher pitched, slightly squeaky vocal register. No sooner had I said it when another tremor erupted in my abdomen radiating outwards, causing me to again drop the controller, and moan in an unmistakably feminine manner. My body shook with rapture, sensual moaning in a feminine voice caused me to clasp my hands at my tingling throat. I was unable to believe the sounds had come from me. Mikey and Pete saw the whole episode this time. Their eyes widened in shock.
There would be no turning their attention back to the game now. Thanks to this latest episode, I was the undisputed center of attention in this living room.
Recovering from the tremor, I felt an odd tickle hit the back of my neck. On instinct, I moved my hand back to swat at the bug or tag sticking up from my t shirt, whatever was causing the tickle. But instead I found only locks of wavy, soft strawberry blonde hair. “Ouch!” I squeaked, as a gentle tug confirmed these silken tresses were attached to my scalp. It was my hair, a shade or two lighter than it normally looked. And I could feel it, growing still under my nervous grip and confused gaze. Pulling my hand away in shock, I glimpsed its slimness, delicateness, and beheld my protruding fingernails, nails that grew longer and shapelier as I watched them. In utter confusion, I looked to Mikey and Pete.
If eyes could say “Help me!” My pleading eyes were screaming it. But a severe tickle suddenly engulfing my throat temporarily robbed me of my ability to speak the words aloud.
In a panic, I tried to stand up from my perch on the sofa. But another, even more powerful tremor sent me tumbling onto my knees, moaning and mewing softly. My body was tingling all over now. My cock bobbed and twitched and began to leak a small amount of seed into my tented out boxers and pants. My eyes were peeled wide open, my body alight by some tingly, orgasmic sensation that seemed to move and spread, intensifying here, receding there. And as I watched in shock, the hair on my now much slimmer arms began to vanish into the follicle, leaving behind smooth, soft, hairless skin.
“Guys...”. Mikey and Pete were standing now, out of their lazy boy recliners a few feet away. They were watching me curiously as I writhed on the floor in front of the sofa. “Guys help me!” I begged pitifully, sounding scared in my new voice. But as I clumsily attempted to crawl towards them, they stood, eyes locked on me, and backed away from me like my hair was on fire. From across the room, they stood next to one another, watching me, wearing expressions that oscillated between mute fascination and concerned confusion. They were unsure how to help me, and truth be told, so was I. Was I dying? Was I sick? None of us had any medical training to my knowledge. Even if they did, what sort of medical attention did I need?
That’s when Mikey’s eyes lit up. His head turned to a window. If he were a cartoon, this would be the frame where the little light bulb in his thought bubble went ‘on.’ “It’s the moon! It’s full. You don’t think?” Mikey said, looking at me, his face awash in concern. “You caught something from the brothel?”
“Holy shit!” Pete added unhelpfully.
I groaned. “No... Can’t be. I’m not.. (ahem) not a...”. My voice sounded much higher yet, totally feminine now. Clearing my throat hadn’t helped deepen it either this time. The sound hit my ear oddly, causing me to pause. “I’m not a fucking werewoman!” I protested incredulously in my new mezzo soprano voice. Despite my denial, I could feel my body reshaping itself and shrinking under my clothes. It was supposed to be impossible. Well, maybe not impossible, but very, very rare for someone to become a werewoman like that. If I recalled correctly, only feminine men carrying a dormant gene were at risk. How was I a carrier?
I knew myself. I wasn’t feminine in any obvious ways. OK maybe I was a bit gentler and more sensitive than a lot of other guys. Less aggressive for sure too, even my ex girlfriend complained how I never seemed to take the initiative during sex. Those things sure, but why this? I suddenly felt humiliated. Why me? Why was I the one changing? Why not them? And why did they smell so fucking good? I didn’t ask for this, and I didn’t want it! As good as these changes felt, I was determined to resist the full moons light, and maintain my maleness at any cost.
“I think you are...” Mikey said. “...no other explanation.” He was doing his serious voice. “Try and relax...”
“No Mikey.” I cut him off. I couldn’t accept this. I would expend every effort to fight back the change. I attempted to focus my mind and body on anything except the immense pleasure bombarding both. “I can... fight it... just have to... uhh... to focus.” I said meekly in my girlish voice. But another buzzing sensation swept through me again, and the pleasure was just too extreme to contain. Squirming and yowling like a fish out of water, I reached a hand down to my crotch to make sure everything was still in place, determined not to lose my cock. “Oh God... I’m cumming...” I found myself admitting.
It was still throbbing and erect, although my cock felt smaller under my daintier hands when I gripped it gently through my boxers and pants. My manhood had just finished emptying itself, and the sticky, wet goo soaking into the fabric so uncomfortably made me want to strip them off. But as much as I wanted to shed them, I was afraid of what I might see, and what Mikey and Pete might see, if I were to do so. I’m not a turning into werewoman, I told myself. Fight it, fight it, must resist... it was my inner mantra as I felt my cock shrinking in my grasping hand. As I tried to focus on my breathing, the overpowering musky aroma radiating off of my friends had me quaking with lust.
My nipples suddenly felt irritated by the sand papery t-shirt covering them. Groaning in frustration, and without thinking it through, I ripped my raggedy t-shirt from neck to belly, baring my chest to the whole room. At once, I was shocked to see my wider, darker areola and erect pink pebbles puffing out at the center. “...Oh fuuuuuck...no!..”. I cooed at the sight of my feminized nipples poking out. Feeling the stares of my roommates, I covered the growths, half in shame, and half out of a sense of modesty.
I could feel my pectoral muscle tissue, still hard and flat. But I was aware of a building tightness behind each nipple, which soon began to lift the sensitive pink targets right off of my chest wall. Under my hands, the buds were blossoming into cushion of subcutaneous fat and connective ducts. The plump masses took the shape of twin cones, pressing tightly against my hands, plumping up bigger, slowly but surely. “Nonono...” I pouted in my whiny feminine voice as I tried to hold back the twin mounds developing under my hands. “*I can’t... I can’t stop it!*” I announced to no one in particular. My efforts at resisting the change collapsed.
It was hitting me fully now, and the gravity of my situation was heavy indeed. From this night forward, the transformation from male to female was to be a regular part of my life now. This was just the first of many changes to come for me. I was a werewoman now, and that this curse would change my life forever. It had me appreciating Pete and Mike in new ways already. I was no longer an average member of the herd, one of the guys. I was different now. One of ‘them.’ An outsider.
Mikey was right, and it was obvious to all three of us by now. However implausible, I was transforming into a werewoman, and I knew that there was no stopping it. I blushed hard, not wanting my roommates to see me like this. Transforming into a lusty little beauty like the ones we went to see last month at the Moonblossom. My foray into this niche porn genre was supposed to have lasted one night, not become a life sentence. But hiding my pleasure wracked body was not an option. Moving was not yet an option for my quivering mass of softening flesh.
I could see the moon for myself now, taunting me from on high. Its incipient rays still hard at work, assaulting my skin with pleasure, reshaping my body. The space between my legs grew wider. In my hips, I felt an odd but not unpleasant spreading sensation taking hold. Being stretched sideways. My back arched as my pelvis twisted slightly foreword. Along the tightening seat of my pants, I could feel my ass beginning to chunk out further. I found myself rooting for it to turn out like the feminine bubble shape I adored on Amber last month. Between my silky, hairless thighs, the sensation of my moon withered cock and emptied ball sack retracting, and presumably forming into my femaleness, made me gasp in ecstasy.
All the while, my breasts pushed up and out, making a mockery of my petty attempt to conceal the new growths behind my slimmer more feminine hands. I let them drop, feeling a light tug on my shoulders as they drooped slightly. While still appearing perky, and holding their shape quite well, the soft mounds hung off me like ripened melons. Twin badges of my newly assigned gender. I felt proud of their ample size and appealing shape. And acutely aware of the way they moved with my body.
Invasive thoughts bombarded my mind. “Nnnaaaahhhh” I half growled, rubbing my temples as thoughts of sex with men, women, any willing partner in my new body, raced through my head. Vivid depictions of me on my back getting pounded, on my knees sucking cock, munching box, licking tits and having my own pair played with flooded my brain. I needed release. Both to have my own release, and enjoy someone else’s.
In a few short minutes, the change was over. The pulsating buzzes ceased. The barrage of mental imagery receded. The tingle subsided. The pleasing aroma pouring off my friends remained, and was joined by another scent, a flowery one seeping out of my pores. It reminded me of Amber. Somehow, despite the odds being astronomically against it, I was now a werewoman like her. My night with Amber had left me with far more than memories. Mammaries for example. Sensitive, plump and soft, hanging off my narrow shouldered frame. DD cups at least. All was quiet for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath.
Taking advantage of my comrades stunned silence; I cautiously began to examine myself as best I could without a mirror. I found myself standing, slipping off my sticky, wet boxers and pants. I beheld the flat, inverted pyramid between my legs for the first time as they fell away. A tight, gummy mound, incapable of penetration, but receptive to it, met my eyes. I gently tugged at my perky DD cup breasts, and marveled at the sensation produced. Circling the sensitive nipples with my thumbs sent a shiver down my spine into my nether regions. Running my hands gently along my broadened hips, up my plunging waistline, then back down and around to cup my bubbly butt cheeks, my lips curved up into a devilish grin.
And as I finished my cursory self examination, feeling proud and satisfied with my beautiful new female form, I found myself staring at Mikey and Pete through new eyes. They looked... hot? Oh fuck. Why did they look so damn hot? Visions of passion flooded my mind. Suddenly, I became aware that I could smell their arousal intensifying. See their cocks bulging against their jeans. Maybe at the sight of me, naked, female, beautiful. Or possibly it was because of the werewoman pheromones radiating off my beautiful body. No matter, their heady masculine scent fueled my own arousal as I sniffed wildly in their direction. Like a shewolf in heat. Just like Amber had sniffed at me last month. I was like her now, and I loved it. My need for release was so strong I just couldn’t help myself.
My bros continued staring, minds clearly blown. It felt like an eternity since they had made a sound. Mikey spoke at last to break the awkward silence. “Hey bro... shit...” he began by biffing my new pronoun. ”I meant, hey bud, are you alright?” He asked as I met his gaze.
I paused for a second to contemplate. I felt fine. Better than fine actually. I felt fantastic. And even though we had just crushed a pizza, I was acutely aware of a growing hunger deep in my abdomen. But more food didn’t seem like the answer. My hunger felt different. “I’m feeling pretty great, surprisingly!” I said in a cheerful tone. “A little hungry, but otherwise great.” I went on, smiling warmly with a predatory look in my eyes. “I mean, it was pretty intense. And very unexpected. But... how do I look?” I inquired, giving them a twirl to see me front and back.
”Beautiful...” Pete said sincerely. His eyes studying my every curve. “I can’t believe that’s really you in there.”
”Perfect.” Mikey added nodding without taking his gaze off me. “It is still you in there, isn’t it?”
I pondered the question briefly,”Yeah, I think so. Who else would I be?”
“Good point.” Mikey said. “So what now?”
I considered his question. “Well, you two are... looking pretty good yourselves.” I blushed at the admission. My mouth began to salivate, and a warm, moist feeling in my nether regions began to intensify. “In fact, you both look positively delicious.” I found myself adding, licking my plump Cupid bow shaped lips and sashaying towards them. “And since we already know you two are immune to the curse... how about helping out a new girl in need?” Mikey and Pete didn’t hesitate to comply.
Everyone remembers their first. The first werewoman they fuck. Their first change. Their first feeding as a werewoman under the full moon’s silvery light. It all came so naturally, too. I was suprised by that as much as i was by the transformation itself. Werewoman instincts are powerful, I learned that first hand on that night. But wow did it feel good to be a woman. To inhabit a soft and curvy body, and experience all of its sweet pleasures.
I am still friends with Mikey and Pete. They are very supportive of my new condition, protective of my secret, and sensitive to my new bodies needs and appetites. I might not be able to bro down with them like I used to anymore, though there are certian nights where we become friends with benefits. It took some getting used to, but i came to love being a werewoman, as most of us do. And Mikey and Pete, well they aren’t complaining either.
***
I’m a journalist by profession. Being a werewoman has not changed that. Though now my features are a bit more niche than the mass appeal articles I penned before being turned. I am even working on a series for my editor now that focuses on The Moonblossom. A profile of sorts for the business. There are some interesting people and stories there for sure. Stay tuned for future installments. And if you’re ever in central Nevada, stop by for a visit! What have you got to lose?
“Welcome To Nevada, The Silver State.”
The dark blue letters set against the white background alerted me to just how far I had driven. And how much further I had yet to go. What would I say when I got there? Just what was I doing, driving all this way today? What did I hope to achieve by going ‘back there?’ Answers, of course. But what were my questions exactly? Could they even help me? That part still eluded me.
I’d awoken several hours earlier that morning. Daylight peeking in from around the edges of my blackout curtains. My tired eyes focus slowly on the plain, white, familiar looking popcorn ceiling. I lay there in my comfy bed for a moment, somewhere between dreamland and cold, hard reality. Its hard to describe the feeling I had, awareness of my dream was fading, and my waking mind was still booting up. But for those few seconds, I had a foot in each world. Its the only time I really felt right all day.
And it was a fleeting feeling.
Registering the time, 6:57AM per my bedside alarm clock, it was too early for me to get up on a Sunday morning. Yet even at this early hour, I was far too awake to go back to sleep. What did I get into last night? I didn’t feel hung over, just… off. Foggy. And yet somehow, also highly energized, physically well and mentally alert. I just could not seem to access the memory of last night.
Until suddenly, there it was. Mental reboot complete. Awake mode fully engaged.
My mind was flooded with vivid memories of the previous evening. Sitting in the living room. Playing Madden, game after game. Having an off day at it too, losing a lot, and feeling… odd. I proceeded chronologically through the events of the day right up to…
Early evening. The transformation. I could clearly recall the pleasure it brought. My body, feminizing under the pale moonlight. The feeling of helplessness I experience at being completely unable to slow it down, or stop it. How frustrating, but also devastatingly arousing the whole ordeal had felt. But the worst memory of all came flooding back next.
Once I was done changing, I remembered the intense feeling of arousal coursing through my sexy, new, 100% female body. The longing I felt for Mikey and Pete, and how… fucking good they smelled. I remember acting on impulse, like I was running on pure sexual instinct or something. Memories of me dropping to my hands and knees, working Mikey’s fly. Him saying, “Dude... what? Are you sure...?” as I worked at his zipper with my delicate hands. I remember reacting in delight as his long, thick cock flopped into view. My mouth watering at its musky scent. The excitement my new body felt, the anticipation in that moment, and knowing exactly what to do with it.
”No...” I said softly, unable to believe my own memories. But the image of me… girl me… tugging at it gently, feeling his cock come to life in my hands broke through my feeble denial. I clearly recall opening my jaw, my lips wrapping around his cock, it’s salty taste and smooth feel. So warm, so smooth, so BIG... 8 inches long with a decent girth. I remember Pete too, coming up from behind me, and me offering him my pussy without missing a beat. I could not forget Pete entering me, his similarly sized cock threading it’s way up inside me, past densely packed coils of nerve endings. Or him rhythmically thrusting into me, the sensation of being stretched and filled as my womanhood gripped his manhood tightly, encouraging his thrusts. The feeling of fulfillment, joy and purpose consumed me as they came into, and even on me, again and again.
We swapped positions a few times. I distinctly recall being on my back, legs spread wide, facing Pete as he pounded me into the center of the sofa. Then later, being bent over the arm of the same sofa, dominated by Mikey, who was drilling me from behind. Finally, I vividly recalled riding Pete as he squeezed and batted at my ample, bouncing bosom. He came, one last time, before passing out too. We had gone at it for a couple hours, and they seemed fully spent, Pete snoring away next to Mikey, both passed out on the sofa.
Afterwards, I remember feeling giddy, intoxicated... cock drunk. I had heard Amber reference the term last month after our encounter. At the time, I hadn’t understood. Now I was getting it. It was a feeling of utter, complete satisfaction. Like, when you eat or drink the exact thing you are craving to the point of being stuffed. But without the bloated, sluggish feeling. Instead, there was a giddiness, a lightness, a euphoria that washed over me completely. I could not stop grinning.
With the guys out cold, I was left to my own devices. I remember slinking down the hallway towards my bathroom. Seeing my feminine reflection in the mirror after flipping the light switch on was confusing for a second. I looked so… different. So beautiful. Smiling at how pretty my features had turned out, how toned, smooth and curvy my new female body looked. How natural and amazing it felt to be a woman.
The mirror experience itself seemed surreal from the vantage of the morning after. I recalled how, even in the moment, I didn’t quite believe the site of my own reflection. So I smiled at my gorgeous new feminine body. She smiled right back at me. I blew her a kiss, and she blew one back. I waved to her. She waved right back. It really was me in there, after all! Inside this soft, curvy, elegant feminine form. I felt ecstatic.
For a moment.
Then I saw the glob of half dried spluge, clinging to my silky, strawberry blonde hair. I cringed, and the woman in the mirror cringed back. Then we used our fingers to scrub it away.
Continuing my scan even lower, I stopped to examine my tits. Protruding at least 4 and 1/2 inches off of my chest wall, they hung proudly, holding their teardrop shape well. I had felt and seen them from above all night long. How they moved when I moved, flopping around and clacking together. Being pawed at and kneaded like dough by my lovers, a feeling I greatly enjoyed. But here, in their stillness, they looked positively flawless. I beamed with pride, noticing how symmetrical they appeared. How each was adorned by the perfect sized areola, and crowned with delightfully pale-pink nipples. I gave them a light pinch, and delighted in the electric shock of pleasure that resulted. I marveled at how the twin points on my chest seemed connected, via direct link, to my slick and sensitive womanhood below.
My eyes travelled ever downward. Past my tapering, wasp like waist. Wide around the flared edges of my widened hips. There was a musky stickiness in the center, near the slit at the bottom of my feminine pubic triangle. My inner thighs glistened too, like the glaze on a fresh doughnut, left to sit under the vanity lights. It was a fine mixture of my own feminine juices, with some seed from Mikey and Pete mixed in. Nothing a hot shower wouldn’t fix.
After a long, steamy shower, full of self exploration and more than a little moaning, I toweled off, brushed my teeth clean, double rinsed and went to bed, satisfied at how I had spent my first evening as a woman. Dreaming of the new experiences and possibilities that being one part-time promised to bring. My silky sheets even felt better against my smoother and more sensitive skin. I fell asleep grinning at how incredible tonight had been.
“Fuck...” I said softly to no one, sitting up in bed. How different thing looked in the bright light of day. “Fuck... This is crazy. It has to be a dream.” Again, I said it aloud as if that would reassure me. It didn’t. ‘I can’t be a werewoman… this is all a bad dream…‘ I told myself.
Tossing aside the covers, I could see for sure that I was fully male again. But the relief was short lived when I realized that werewomen change back into men the morning after the full moon. If I am one, the change, the hunger... it would be back. If last night really happened, if my memories are accurate… I am a werewoman now. And last night was just the first of many, many changes for me. The memories were fresh, and undeniable as my rock hard cock, sticking out proudly.
How could I possibly be aroused by these memories, or the realization about what it meant for me from now on?
Uncomfortably, I made my way down the hall to my bathroom, still nude, cock still harder than trigonometry as I went. I felt the damp material of my recently used towel. Saw a small clump of long, strawberry blonde hair near the shower drain. I felt disappointed, as though examining my bathroom, and finding a dry towel and no signs of girlery about would disabuse me of this unwanted werewoman delusion. It only served to confirm what my clear and vivid memories had already reported. There was no denying it now.
I wanted to cry.
After putting on some cast off clothes and listlessly making coffee, I devoured a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch cereal. I found myself staring blankly into the bottom of the empty bowl, deep in thought. What have I done to myself? What is my next move? How would I deal with this curse? How would things between my roomies, Mikey, Pete and myself, go with this new werewoman wrinkle? Was there a cure, or something I could do to stop my changes?
I went to grab my laptop. The internet had a lot of confusing, contradictory information. So many different sites focused on different werewoman related topics. More than a couple results were in the internet porn category. Apparently, there were quite a few men, and even some women, who enjoyed watching werewomen go through their change. It was troubling that I found that so arousing now too, having never before given it a thought. But I focused my searches, looking for any information about a cure, or a way to stop the changes. Everything I saw seemed to indicate that the condition was incurable. Werewomanism is for life, and there is no stopping the transformative cycle once it had commenced, as mine had last night.
Scouring the web was getting me nowhere. And I needed concrete, reliable information. Not web speculation. But how would I get it? And from where? Wracking my brain, I couldn’t think of a single werewoman I knew personally. It hit me suddenly. I had met a bunch of werewomen last month. The girls from the Moonblossom. It was a long shot, but perhaps I could find some answers there.
I had wanted to go back there ever since we left last month, just not for the reasons I had found myself heading there today.
I hastily showered, put on a fresh t shirt and jeans, then scribbled a note to stick to the fridge.
‘’Mikey and Pete,
That was some night we had. I honestly don’t know what came over me. Or how, or why. But I need some answers. So I am heading out to see our friends in Nevada. Hoping to figure out wtf is going on, and how to make it stop. I should be home later tonight.‘
The note was as light on specifics. But it would have to do. The thought of facing either of them now filled me with a sense of foreboding. Going to Nevada would put off the inevitably awkward, ‘So I guess I am a Werewoman now...’ conversation for a little while. Now, all I needed to do was exit quietly, and hope they were still asleep.
As I exited through the living room, I saw Mikey and Pete, still passed out side by side on the sofa. I breathed a sigh of relief, they were out cold, sleeping in later than usual, even for a Sunday. To my amusement, Mikey had changed positions in the middle of the night. Where once they had sat side by side, Mikey ended up face down in Petes lap, Petes left hand resting gently on the back of Mikey’s head. It would have been worse yet if they hadn’t remembered to get their pants on before passing out.
I chuckled aloud. It was a picture perfect ‘blackmail’ moment under normal circumstances. Pulling out my phone, I snapped a quick picture to show them, and bust their balls about later on. Not that I had much room to bust balls after my ‘performance’ last night. But an opportunity like this was too good to pass up. It was almost a shame that I was going to miss the look on Mikey’s face when he awoke to realize he was using Pete’s crotch for a pillow.
As I left, I recalled thinking that, If I am truly lucky, maybe they will wake up and think they fucked each other last night.
The pine coated hills of Western Nevada finally gave way to a long barren stretch of desert. The change in landscape heralded the approach of my destination. It had taken hours to make it here, and the afternoon sun fell slowly from it’s apex in the sky overhead as I turned off at the exit. The dangerous looking gas station, so menacing at night, looked sad in the light of day. A few evenly spaced rows of surprisingly well-kept, double-wide trailers sat next to it. And I could see the Moon Blossom looming behind the trailers. Their parking lot looked totally deserted compared to the packed lot I encountered last month.
Parking near the entrance, I stepped out of my vehicle and squinted at the brightness of the cloudless day. The sound of gravel shifting under the heel of my boot brought with it an eerie sense of dejavu. I was uncertain about going in here last month, and I was less certain it was a good decision on this visit. Even the bright afternoon sun illuminating everything was of little comfort.
The door was locked. And knocking lightly had no effect, nor had knocking louder. No one seemed to be in. A ‘closed’ sign hung in the window, as if to confirm this fact. I was left unsure of what to do next. Wait until they open? Head home and think about another way to get the information I needed? But where else will I find a werewoman to talk to…
“Can I help you.” A woman’s voice rang out from behind me.
I spun around to greet her voice. She was coming from the clump of trailers that sat between the worlds saddest/scariest gas station, and the brothel. “Oh, hello. Yes. I was just here for the… ahh.” I didn’t want to offend whomever this was. She looked attractive, thin and toned judging by the way her designer floral print sundress clung to her willowy curves. Her face sported dark tinted, black framed sunglasses, they looked expensive. But her chestnut brown hair was slung up in a loose pony tail, bobbing side to side as she approached from across the lot. Did she work here? Live near by? I didn’t want to upset her by choosing the wrong words. ‘Hello. I’m here for the hookers?‘ Nope, thats all wrong. ‘Pardon me, miss, do you work at this here brothel?‘ no way. I was speechless. Instead, I blushed a silly looking shade of pink and continued struggling mightily to complete my sentence.
”If you’re here for the girls…” she looked up towards the sunny sky. “They ain’t exactly girls just yet.” She winked. “If you know what I mean.” she cupped a hand over her eyes, like a visor, and got a better look at me, and my car, as she drew close. “California plates. Musta been some drive. I suppose you can come in, wait it out. No harm in it. We open soon. I’m just here to get her ready for another wild night…”
”Thanks, and yeah. I’m here for the girls, but I can wait… I appreciate you letting me in.” I said honestly. Indeed I had come a long way. The drive was a little over 5 hours. And it was really, really hot and bright out here in the Nevada desert today. I had only been standing outside of my air conditioned car for about 10 minutes, and a few beads of perspiration dotted my brow.
“ID first…laws the law.” She said, blocking the entrance and waiting as I I retrieved my license from my wallet, and allowed her to inspect it for a moment. She nodded. “Old enough. And L.A., cool city. You really are a long way from home.”
I followed her into the bar area as she switched on the lights and flipped the sign on the door from closed to open.
”Have a seat. I just have a few things to take care of in the office first..” she gestured for me to sit at the bar, and walked into the back, leaving me alone and taking in the scene for several minutes. Being empty, it hardly seemed like the vibrant place that I visited last month. Of course, back then, I was a ball of excitement and frenzied sexual anticipation. Today, I was a messy cocktail, one part bitter angst, one part hopeful curiosity.
The same stage I saw last month still graced the corner by the DJ booth. The bar space itself glowed, bathed in neon lights promoting various brands of beer and booze. The worn in furnishings, scratched up tables, dinged up chairs and a scuff marked dance floor, it was all the same. The only thing that changed between my first and second visits was… me.
A few moments later, she came out of a door in the back, and took up position behind the bar. She poured two glasses of water using the bar soda gun and slid one across at me. “Looks like you could use a glass.” As she took off her black sunglasses, her emerald eyes sparkled brightly in the neon lit atmosphere.
My attention was stolen away by the sound of the front door swinging open. Looking over my shoulder, I saw three middle aged men enter together, taking up seat near the stage. I acknowledged them with a head bob, and they looked past me, waving to my hostess behind the bar.
”Hey fellas, I’ll have a bucket of cold ones right out.” She said, excusing herself to fill a metal pail with ice and a few bottles of suds from the cooler. She sauntered over to them and made quiet small talk for a moment before returning to me, the intensity of her gaze at once mystifying and intense.
“Lilith’s the name. Owner and operator of this little piece of paradise.” she verbally captured a feeling of ironic pride perfectly as she sipped her cool glass of ice water.
I introduced myself in turn, thanking her for the water as I emptied half the glass in a couple of gulps. “It’s a beautiful place you have here Lilith. My friends and I were out here last month, and wow. We just had the best time here. Your girls are really amazing.” I said.
”Aren’t they though?” Lilith’s lips curled into a wry grin. “So amazing, that they got a California boy to drive all the way out into the middle of the Nevada desert to see them again the following month?” She winked at me and set down her glass, continuing to look me up and down.
“hehe… pretty much…” I chuckled nervously.
“But today, it’s just you, one lone wolf. Your friends aren’t along for the wild ride this time?” it wasn’t disappointment in her voice, but she seemed to want a reason for me showing up all alone.
”Yeah, they are back in Cali, sleeping off a wild night.” It was true, but I didn’t want to get into the scandalous details. I took another sip of cool, refreshing water and felt slightly discomforted by the memory of last night, and the sparkling intensity of Lilith’s lingering gaze.
“If you are coming in from LA, you must have left early, before lunchtime, huh? Good for you, mister early riser.” She clinked her water glass against mine. “Cheers, to the early bird getting the worm, I guess. And after a full moon night too. Gets wild in here during the full moon. Was last night a wild one for you too?“ She asked with a smirk.
I blushed briefly at her question, but composed myself before answering. “I’m pleading the 5th.” I said nonchalantly.
“Oh, you’re no fun.” She chided me. “Besides, I think I already know how last night went for you.” She said, matter of factly.
”You do?” I asked incredulously.
”You doubt me, and I probably would too, in your shoes. But one can’t help but learn a thing or two when you spend so much time in a place like this.” Lilith looked slightly tense, or just uncomfortable as she paused and leaned in closer, cupping her hands over her mouth. “You changed last night, didn’t you?” Her question came out in a breathy half-whisper. Her eager eyes fixated on me the way a hungry dogs eyes would lock onto a T-bone steak.
My eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and my cheeks reddened at the accusation, which just so happened to be true, of course. “I uh… what? No…”. I stammered, then lied, taken off guard by her question.
“Yeah, you say that, but I know that look, mister L.A..” Lilith wagged her slender, well manicured finger at me. “Don’t be so bashful! I love weres. Some of my best friends are werewomen.” As if on queue, Lilith a cast a glance at a small group of anxious looking men who trotted through the bar and disappeared behind the door to Heaven, where Amber had ‘entertained’ me last month. She waved at them as they went. “Speak of the devils…” she smiled impishly. “But anyways, don’t like, freak out or nothing, your ‘girly little secret’ is safe with me. Scouts honor.” Her hands formed into the two fingered salute.
I met her gaze eye to eye. She just read me like an open book. Her grin only deepened as I sat there mute. How could she know? Was she having a laugh, or was she being serious? I gave her a look of obliviousness. “You think I’m…” I stammered.
”A werewoman? Yep, pretty much. You know, it’s not a dirty word, especially around here. You can at least say say it. See… it’s easy. Repeat after me. Wear… woman…” She rolled her eyes.
“Well I’d hate to disappoint you…” I admitted sheepishly. “So what if I am a werewoman?”
“Is that a yes? Haha, I knew it. You can tell me I am right, I never get sick of hearing about me being right.” She was still smiling, despite the fact that my face wore the gravest expression I could muster.
She was teasing me now. “I should get going … maybe … yeah … I think I should just go.” I stood up from the bar and took a few steps back.
”Go where, back to LA? You’ll never make it hun.“ She held her voice low and gestured for me to sit back down. “Full moon’s gonna rise again this evening. Even if you leave now and speed the whole way...” She gestured to her own generous rack jutting out in front of her chest. “…you‘ll be pushing out a nice pair of tits yourself, well before you hit the California state line…” She trailed off…
”The full moon was last night.” I said somewhat defensively, still on my feet and preparing to make my exit.
“Well it’s true that the first night of the full moon was last night. But… I’m pretty sure that a werewoman changes 3 nights in a row, when the moon is at her fullest. Last night was just the first full moon of this cycle. And moonrise hits tonight in an hour and a half. Two hours, tops...” she said, checking her watch to confirm. “So… you’ll never make it back in time, see? And driving while changing genders, they don’t mix. But hey, what do I know? I only run a werewoman brothel and know a couple of dozen werewomen quite well. You’ll probably be just fine out there all on your own.” her words dripped with venomous sarcasm.
A feeling similar to panic arose when she mentioned the three night rule. And it showed on my face. I found myself sitting back down instead of heading for the door. There was a fair bit of arousal mixed into the weird panicky feeling too, I must admit. I knew so little about werewomen, the rules governing the curse. And if what she said was true, I would be going girly again, and soon. Even tomorrow night as well. “So tonight and tomorrow…”
“The full moon will make you its bitch.” She stated solemnly. “Well, it’ll make you a bitch. Not just you, every single werewoman under the moon too.” She said softly. “Don’t look so scared, you’ll get used to it. They did.” She waved as another gaggle of nervous looking gents skittered across the bar room, disappearing back into Heaven. “You sure do have a lot to learn about being a werewoman. Is that why you came back tonight?”
“Yes. I have a ton of questions.” I did indeed. “How did this happen? Isn’t it just… incredibly rare … for the curse to be passed on like this?” I asked the first question that popped into my head.
As she considered how to answer, another patron entered, and sauntered over to the bar. “Dos Equis.” He said to Lilith, who nodded in response and sent him away with his beer. He sat near the stage with the others.
When he was safely away from the bar, Lilith resumed speaking with me. “Not as rare as you think, but yeah, pretty rare I guess. And it only happens to guys who have a genetic predisposition to werewomanism though.” She answered.
”A genetic predisposition?” I was confused.
“Some men have the werewoman gene, but it’s dormant. And… Unless something activates their werewoman gene, it stays dormant. They never end up transforming, becoming a full blown werewoman. But a night with one of my gals can be enough to flip that genetic switch from dormant to active, as you probably figured out last night. It doesn’t always take, but here we are.” She spoke gently, softly, and with some lightheartedness to address the sensitive nature of the topic she was covering. And to make sure the growing crowd of patrons didn’t overhear. I was grateful on both accounts.
“Guessing I am one of those men?” I asked, somewhat dejectedly.
”You were. Before you came here. By the time you left, you were in what we call the incubation period. The time between the gene going active, and the first transformative episode. What we call a ‘werewoman-in-waiting.’” Lilith certainly knew more than I did. She continued on in professor mode while I listened intently. “Now, since your first change last night, you’re just like any other werewoman. An active gene, at the mercy of the transformative cycle, feeling the hunger and the urge to feed.” She sounded sympathetic.
It was a lot to take in. And it sounded like the risk was greater than I had known. “So… why not make it a point to warn the customer? I don’t remember being…”
“Amber had you sign that waiver last month, I assume?” She interrupted, seeming to enter lawyer mode. “You remember. The one absolving the house of any and all responsibility for… bringing about certain changes in you?” She poured herself another water and filled mine back up too. “Please tell me you at least read it before signing…”
”I didn’t…” I admitted. “She said it was just a formality…”. I explained.
”Why does no one ever read those those?” She asked rhetorically. “And it is a formality. She is right about that. Men with the dormant gene put out a certain vibe. She picked up on it with you, and she had you sign the form as a precaution. It’s what we train them to do. Not reading it and signing it, that’s on you. If you would have read it, you may have learned that she was picking up a dormant werewoman vibe from you. Advising you to wear a rubber, or else you might… you know. End up girling out yourself.” Lilith explained.
”Still, I thought it was like, super rare? Like, one in a million or something. I thought everyone signed one…” Though I now recalled that Mikey and Pete had not. “Amber even told me that no customer had been turned here in 10 years…”. I remembered her saying that, and how it put me at ease.
”No one has complained about being turned here in the last 10 years or so. Since about the time I took over as owner. But every couple of months we end up getting a guy like you. Usually they want it though. To be turned by one of my girls. A few even begged for it.”. Lilith replied. “And even when it happens to an unwary man, like you, they tend to um… like the new them. Didn’t you?“
“Did I like me…as a girl?” I had indeed. “No comment.” I was not prepared to admit to it. “And you mean to tell me that there are people actually want this… this whole… werewoman thing?” I was shocked to hear this.
”Like I said, it’s rare. But yes, a lot of guys like you, they know they have the gene. They know the risks. They want to know what it’s like. Most always have, to some degree. Changing, being girls, fucking as a girl… you never got off on that fantasy before?” she asked. “And they come here willingly, hoping to get infected, hoping for a chance to do all that girly shit. Maybe Amber thought you were here for that reason?”
“I think everyone has had that fantasy once or twice.” I protested.
“Only once or twice?” She had this, ‘come on man… you expect me to believe that BS look on her face.
My face reddened in shame. “Fine. Once or twice… a week.”
“Thought so…” she sipped her water after speaking. “Most of the wannabe werewomen do…“ her voice had an accusatory tone.
“It wasn’t like that, I swear I only came here because my roommates insisted…” I pleaded my case.
“Your roommates who are like, conveniently not here to confirm this?” She asked, giddy in her triumph of getting me to admit some pretty embarrassing shit about myself, and totally outlawyering me.
“Ok, ok, I get it. You don’t believe me. But I don’t really need you to.“ I conceded. “You know I came here for answers.” I tried to get the conversation back on track. “Say, for example, a werewoman wanted to… stop being a werewoman. And go back to being a regular ass dude, or at least not transform into a chick? Total hypothetical, asking for a friend.”
My attempt at sarcasm made Lilith giggle. ”If I had a burger for every time I heard that question, I‘d be McDonalds. But I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, sweetie. Sorry. There is no cure. It’s nothing that needs curing, really. And there’s no stopping the changes either.“
“So I’m stuck changing… 3 nights per month… into her?” It was not what I had wanted to hear.
“The full moon will trigger the change, and the hunger can do it too, many times, between full moons.” Lilith explained. “Like, go too long without a good feed? Bam. Changing. Get a really good opportunity to feed? Bam. Changing. Just feel like having a girls night in, or going out shopping one evening?”
I cut her off, “Bam. Changing.”
“Exactly.” She smiled brightly.
“How often will this happen?” I was aghast.
“Yeah it’s kinda different for every were. Newbies tend to go girly about once a week. Maybe twice a week. And the full moon nights too.” She was killing me, this new information hit hard.
”And you are positive, there is no cure, no way to stop it?” She had already confirmed this, but I was desperate.
“Every new girl asks that after the first change. So believe me, if there was a cure, I’d know all about it.” She added with a disconcerting certitude. “It’s like the old folks say, some bells just can’t be unrung.” Her folksy wisdom seemed sincere.
”So what am I supposed to do?” the rising tide of panic was evident in my speech.
”Well, my girls here, they just take it one change at a time.” Lilith added, somewhat unhelpfully. “They try to make the best of their whole gender bent situation. I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear though.” She shrugged. “Just try and stay calm, and keep your voice down too.” She replied, gesturing to her patrons across the room. “Speaking of which... I got some new orders to take. To be continued...” And with that she was off to tend to her newly arrived patrons.
The area near the stage was filling up nicely, a few patrons joined me at the bar, keeping a few vacant seats between other patrons and myself. Some of the tables now had guests sitting around them too. Lilith gracefully rolled from one patron to the next, taking orders. Smiling at the customers flirtatiously, waving, smiling and winking her way through the sea of faces. Her establishment seemed to be springing to life, even the DJ arrived. He was setting up shop in the booth and playing some country jams for the time being. The music was a nice change of sound from the hum of the assembling crowd. Lilith finished passing out drinks and came back to me at the bar.
”Filling up fast. Should be a good night.” she said leaning in to be heard over the loud music.
“That’s easy for you to say… you aren’t going to turn into a cock crazed moon-slut in a couple hours…”. I bemoaned my situation.
“In… a little less than an hour, actually.” She gestured at her watch, and noticed the look of terror on my face. “Fills up early here on a full moon night. We get a lot of customers who just like watching the girls transform.” She explained. “Especially new girls…” she added with a wink. “Might be that new talent of yours will make you a some money. Turn lemons into lemonade…”
”You can’t be serious…” I thought it audacious of her to suggest that, but there was also a feeling of deep seated arousal that came with the realization that she was totally serious.
Her wicked grin communicated that to me as she saw my little inner conflict. “Raincheck. It’s all so new right? The exhibitionist streak hasn’t become a thing for you, yet.” She teased. “Let me know, if you change your mind before the moon changes your body.”
“I won’t change my mind on that.” I meant it too. After my humiliating performance in front of Mikey and Pete, it was the last thing I wanted. Even if a very engorged, very aroused part of me wasn’t totally opposed to the notion. Pre change jitters maybe?
“Well regardless, you’ll need a safe place to change. And since it was one of my girls who got you into this pickle, I feel obligated to help.” Lilith said breezily. “Tell you what… I’ve got an extra room in the back. Some clean clothes in the dresser should fit your new body, after moonrise. End of the hall on the right. You can use it for the night. Change in it. Sleep in it. Stay back there all night for all I care, or even come out to the bar and hang out, drinks are on the house tonight, if you are so inclined. Tomorrow morning, you can head on back to LA.” It was a sincere offer, and a kind one.
”Thanks. I appreciate your hospitality.” I said, recognizing how much worse everything could have been if she had not offered me a safe place to ride out the change tonight. Or let me leave, only to start changing on the way back.
“Least I can do, all things considered. And this one’s on the house too.” She gestured to a freshly opened lager she set down in front of me. “Just head back there to Heaven whenever you need to. I have to take care of some business for now. But nice meeting you, L.A., do try and have at least a little fun tonight. No one here will judge you for that.” She said, smiling and winking over her shoulder as she headed to care for the other patrons surrounding her ever more crowded bar.
Pulling out my phone, I saw a bunch of missed texts from Mikey and Pete. They were generally sympathetic and supportive in tone, ‘We understand, and hope you can find the answers you are looking for. Let us know if you need anything. We are here for you.’ Stuff like that. It brought a smile to my face as I idly sipped my beer. Not a word about our escapades last night. That had been a kindness.
I thought of how to respond. ‘Thanks guys, staying overnight tonight, be home tomorrow.’ The less details the better, for now I figured.
The bar had fully come to life around me, the stage and table seating was at capacity. The disco lights on stage, on the dance floor came on flashing, spinning, completing the transformation of the place from daytime mode to nighttime mode with a final flip of a final switch. I recognized that my internal switch would soon flip too, initiating my second moon driven gender transformation. But instead of unease or dread, I found myself not entirely hating the idea of my imminent womanhood. It did feel good last night, the change and being in that sexy body. Tonight, there would even be some clothes to try on! Could I really be looking forward to moonrise?
It was then that the house DJ came on the PA to make his opening announcement.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, and gentlemen who will soon be ladies, welcome to another full moon night at the MoOOon Blossom! We have taken all of your change show needs into account, so put your hands together for Brad, AKA Brandi, who will be changing for us on the main stage…”
The whole place errupted in applause as an average looking male in a shirt and tie strolled up to the main stage and took a bow.
“And over here, on the dance floor, we have Stan, AKA Sandy, getting ready to dance herself into womanhood when that moon rises, so give it up for Sandy!”
Chants of, “Sandy! Sandy! Sandy!” Shook the walls with their force as another fairly average looking man in a breakaway track suit strutted out onto the dance floor, waving and smiling at the crowd.
“Of course if you have arranged to watch your favorite Moon Blossom girl transform back in the privacy of Heaven, you should head back there now. Because ladies and gentlemen, as of…. This moment... We are officially at …. 10 Minutes to Moonrise!”
A few patrons howled wildly, clapped loudly. But all I heard was ten minutes to moonrise… ten minutes until the change. And unlike Stan and Brad here, I didn’t want to make a public spectacle of my metamorphosis. So it was time to head back to Heaven myself.
Men were starting to line up outside the door, and a bouncer was vetting their tickets and letting them enter with directions about which door to go to. The aroma coming off these men was already perceptible, and a couple times, while waiting, I found myself glancing nervously at my hands, to make sure they were not shrinking away, or my nails were not starting to lengthen. I was relieved to see nothing out of place each time. But I was light headed, sweating quite a bit too. It only took a few minutes for me to get through the line. I didn’t have a ticket to a private change show, but the bouncer took one look at me and sent me back. Hell, I was my own private change show tonight.
”Last room on the right, rookie.” He barked as I made my way down the long corridor of doorways.
I passed door after door, each with a gold nameplate. Phantom memories of being here last month ran through my mind. I even saw Ambers room, the site where I was turned last month. A man was in there, sitting on a chair whilst another, decidedly more waifish looking man paced nervously by the window. He looked vaguely familiar. When his eyes met mine, briefly, there was the faintest flash of recognition. A knowing smile formed on his face as I walked on down to my destination. Did she remember me? Did she know I was… like her now? I couldn’t say.
As badly as I wanted a word with her, my focus on getting to the last room on the right was of paramLunt concern. I knew my change would begin any moment. I could feel it. My cock strained to be free of my jeans, surging with supernatural horniness. The environment seemed to be getting the better of me. I was aroused despite myself at the prospect of changing into a woman again. Aroused when I detected the smell of horny men all around me. Eager to get it over with. And even… looking forward to another sensual transformation.
The door at the end of the hall on the right had a nameplate too. “Lee.” This was the spare room Lilith had directed me too. The room was just like the one I shared with Amber last month. A creaky bed, a small night stand, a chair and a dresser. I opened the drawers to the dresser and thumbed through the finery inside. Lilith had mentioned there were clothes in here for girl me. Silky slips, sheer wraps, a few brand new bra and panties sets, all in various sizes. The looked so small… but in a short time, I would be too. And my eagerness to show off my femmy bod in these silky garments was building as the change drew nearer yet.
“I wasn’t sure which size to get…” Lilith’s voice captured my attention yet again. “So I made sure to stock a good variety. Keep whatever fits, you’re going to need it, girly man.” She stated.
“Thanks, they’re beautiful.” I blushed.
“I can’t wait to see them on you. They should fit just right soon enough.” She winked and closed the door without leaving. “And I know you wanted to be alone tonight. But it’d mean a lot to me if you … let me watch you change.”
There was something about her presence that seemed to relax me in the moment. I didn’t want to be alone. And a small part of me was actually eager to show off, be seen for what I am. I nodded yes. “Just stay on the chair…” I said calmly.
”That’s my girl.” She play punched my shoulder in a very dude bro fashion.
“Ouch!“. I rubbed the place where her playful, yet forceful blow had landed. “Take it easy Lilith. You, chair, sit, now…” I instructed her before crossing the room to the bed. I sat down at the edge, kicking off my shoes. The change was close. My body quivered with anticipation of the inevitable transformation to come.
“Sorry, I just get excited… before the change.” Lilith apologized for the punch, and went to her corner of the room, removing her sundress with one deft motion and draping it onto a hook near the door. Now fully nude, she had taken up position on the chair as asked.
“I‘ll live.” I blurted out casually, still rubbing the spot gingerly. My heart beginning to race, my cock throbbing as I peeled off my socks and fumbled with my belt buckle and fly. My eyes were on the window, eastward facing, and focused on a nearly risen moon outside.
“You seem almost eager to change again now. It’s cute. No more boo-hoo, poor me, just woo-hoo, girly time. A lot of weres get that way just before it hits.” Lilith commented casually. “Hurry with those clothes… I don’t want to miss anything either. I want to watch every part of you feminize tonight. It feels close, doesn’t it?” She purred lustily.
“Yes…” I admitted, stepping out of my pants, leaving them pooled on the floor near the bed. “It’s how I felt last night… just before…”. My throbbing cock poked through the fly hole of my boxers, before they too were cast off.
“Just before you lost your manhood for the first time. All 7 inches. Not too shabby, BTW.” She winked at me as I continued to disrobe. “Tell me, what are you feeling right now?” She asked.
Nervously, I removed my t shirt, and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. Fully naked, on display for my new friend Lilith. “Feels so right… being naked. And I can feel something building up inside me. A powerful lust. It’s like…”. I paused as I felt a jolt of pleasure pass through me… “mmm… fuckyeahOmg … it’s that feeling. I… I think it’s starting!” My whole body vibrated for a second, a powerful jolt like the one that made me drop the controller last night. Tonight I was ready for it though.
“Mmmm… yessss….it’s happening…” Lilith mewed, I could see her rubbing at her clit and teasing her nipples with a free hand. “She’s coming, L.A., can you feel her, aching to get out?” Lilith asked, herself seemingly overpowered by the erotic scene unfolding across the room from her. “Embrace it. Embrace the feeling. It’s OK to like it…”
Holding my hands out in front of me, I could see my nails pushing out, fingers slenderizing, shrinking down to female size. “Oh yeah… it’s… haaA…Ppening, alright.” I said, another jolt of pleasure passing through me. Peeling my eyes off of my transforming hand, I look at her across the room. The sight of her, naked, beautiful, pleasuring herself brazenly… it encouraged me to give into my own burning urge and stroke myself, which only drove her more crazy.
“That’s it. Stroke it girly man. Stroke that little cock before you lose it, you little… moon-slut … fuck toy … bitch boi!” Why I found her onslaught of werephobic slurs so arousing is a mystery I may never solve. “You fucking love it too, don’t you? Losing your manhood to the moon. Feeling the slut taking over. Knowing that there is nothing you can do to stop her!”
“Yes…I can’t … I can’t fight it. I don’t want to. I want to … need to be a girl again.” I managed to blurt out as the change began to take me as it had last night. But I kept stroking myself, smaller hands tipped with lengthening nails notwithstanding. My cock, for the time being, felt bigger in my girly little hand, which only heightened my enjoyment. And that of my guest. Lilith’s encouragement keep coming, between bursts of sensual vibrations that I recalled dealing from last night, during my first transformative episode.
“Ooohh, your eyes.., they’re blue now. So sparkley. And your hair! A sassy strawberry blonde. It’s growing out so beautifully. But the rest of you, all hairless… like a little twink. You’re barely a man at all at this point, sweetie. So skinny! But keep tugging that dick, girly man, while the moon works it’s magic .… ahhhfuckyesss… on you …”
Lilith was definitely getting herself off, narrating every detail of my change as she saw it from across the room. “Look at those nipples. So cute! Not like those little boy nipples you had a minute ago… I bet you can’t wait until your tits sprout. Think of all the cock you can attract when you have big, soft tits of your very own! You’re such a girl, I bet they are even bigger than mine when they grow in.”
”Cock…mmmyes…” I stammered. “Need to get cock… so bad…” I trailed off, just thinking about cock was so exciting in my partially feminized, rapidly feminizing state. And I was so self absorbed, watching every detail of my change, that my own powerful orgasm blindsided me completely. “Oh fuck… I’m… cumming…”
“Whoa, look at it go… Twitching, spurting cum. Thinking about cock made that happen, you know that, right?” Lilith teased as my cock errupted, throbbing in the moonlight while I moaned loudly, feeling it begin to retract. “So hot, watching a new girl, cumming to the thought of cocks. You should see your face right now…”
The expression I was was befuddlement. And it must have looked adorable on my daintier feminine face. “No…”. I protested feebly.
“Oh yes, m’dear. Look at it shrinking away like that… like a frightened turtle into its shell. Like it just can’t wait another minute to be a pussy. To get stuffed and filled.” There was something about her voice as she continued to comment on my changing features that snapped me out of my self absorbed, examine every detail mindset. At least for a moment. Her voice sounded raspier. Deeper even.
Another buzz broke me out of external thoughts, back into self absorbed mode. I felt a tightness in my pectoral region. Both hands shot up to my still flat chest, massaging my feminine nipples, causing me to moan in a higher pitch.
“That’s it, play with them titties girl ... they come in so fast for ya’ll. Took me… FuckyeahAhh…. years to grow mine!” It sounded like she was grunting now. “Damn, girl… bet that bitch ass of yours is shaping up nicely… huh?” Lilith asked, noticing my hips flaring out, and me rising off the bed as the cushiony new ass inflated under me. “The moon is making you so pretty. You’ll be a regular cock magnet once she’s done blessing you.”
Bowing my head, I nodded. My eyes and roaming hands confirmed my tits were beginning to cone up. The bit of squishy flesh around the nipple increased in mass and diameter. I thrust my mosquito bite looking chest out proudly, as my cock completed it’s retreat. It’s remnant formed the head of my clit, and my balls settled into their new position, as ovaries. between my legs, my vulva took shape fully, and I was a girl now, officially.
So… fucking… hoooot…” Lilith bellowed from her corner. “Such a pretty little kitty… meow…”
And the moon was not done with me yet, there were just a few more finishing touches left… I could feel my breasts filling out, my ass still bubbling up under me. But of all the things my felt, it was something I smelled that stole my focus. I was detecting the faintest scent of cock, hardly surprising in a brothel like this. But my ears reported something strange too. The masculine edge to the voice coming from Lilith’s corner. I looked up at her, for the first time since my transformation began.
“Holy shit…”. My eyes went wide.
Where once, a long haired brunette, slim, toned and definitely female Lilith had sat opposite of me, there was now a very different, very masculine figure. Her shoulders and chest had broadened considerably. Her tits and hips had deflated. Her arms rippled with still developing muscle. She had… body hair. Everywhere a man should. On her arms, her flat masculine chest and her powerful, well muscled legs. And I swear, I smelled her emerging cock before I saw it. ‘She’ was gently stroking it, as witnessed by my own blue eyes. “Lilith…”. I said, astonished at her appearance. “What are you doing?”
“I go by Lee, actually.” He said in a stabilizing baritone register. “And what I am doing is… uhhhOmgyes…basically the opposite of what you are doing. Turning into a wereman.“ He said, his disarming stare never leaving my developing breasts, which filled out tremendously towards the end of my change.
As did Lee’s cock, near the end of his own change.
I would swear it grew to be nine and a half, ten inches before his change ended. It was thicker, juicier, and harder than Mikey or Pete’s had ever been. And dribbling with precum.
Instinct kicked in. I could not tear my widened, awestruck eyes away from it, salivating as the aroma of cock, one far superior to the one I just lost at moonrise, filled the small room with it’s salty tang. I could not stop myself from licking my lips. And I could not manage to stop myself from crossing the room, hips a swiveling, tits a-clacking with each step as I approached Lee. I ran my hands across his firm, muscled chest before falling to my knees to see his monster of a cock up close.
”Good girl.” Lee said confidently, as I took his rigid manhood into my slobbering maw. “You’re right where you belong tonight, darling. Let me take care of you, the way only a wereman can.” He encouraged me by running his fingers through my hair, as I slurped and suckled his throbbing member. Further and further, my lips travelled down his shaft. “Wow, you’re a natural… just keep following those werewoman instincts.”
It was all the encouragement I needed.