The Werewoman - TG TF
~Model: Dylan Ryder~
The moon was high in the sky, its brightness cast upon the city streets below. Danny made his way down the sidewalk, walking at a brisk pace as he tried to get home as quickly as possible. He wasn't a fan of walking the streets at night despite the lack of actual crime in the area. It was just his nature to be cautious and always keep his guard up.
Keeping his eyes forward, he didn't notice as the strange female figure emerged from the nearby alley, at least until her hand was on his shoulder.
Startled, Danny spun around finding himself face to face with an Asian woman, completely naked and panting despite the cool night air.
"What the...?!" he uttered, as he stared in surprise at the woman.
Her large, round eyes were fixed on him, as she licked her lips.
"You handsome man," she spoke, English obviously not her first language. "Look for girl? Me give you sucky sucky, fuck too, free!"
Danny laughed, shaking his head. "No, thanks."
She sighed, a disappointed look on her face.
Danny tried to move away, but she latched onto his arm.
"Hey!" he said, "I don't want to...!"
"No go!" she said digging her nails into his arm. "We fuck good!"
Danny tried to move away, but she wouldn't let go. She began to rub her body up against his, grinding her hips against him.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!" he shouted wanting nothing to do with this obviously crazy, and probably drugged out whackjob. "Get off!"
She leaned in for a kiss, only for Danny to grab her face and give her a good shove, causing her to fall ass first onto the ground.
He immediately turned tail and broke into a full sprint, rushing home before the crazy woman could get the chance to do whatever it was she was planning.
Arriving at his building, he ran up the stairs to his apartment and quickly entered, locking the door behind him and letting out a sigh of relief.
"Damn that was weird!" he said taking a deep breath. "Knew I should have got a ride home."
He walked into the living room and collapsed on the sofa, grabbing the remote and flicking on to a random channel.
He turned his attention to his arm, feeling a slight sting as he noticed the small scratch marks where the woman had grabbed him. They weren't anything serious, though it seemed she had managed to break the skin.
"Shit," he muttered, his mind immediately thinking of all the diseases he could catch. "Damn, I better clean this."
He made his way to the bathroom, using some hydrogen peroxide to wipe the small scratch. He didn't need a band-aid.
Making his way out of the bathroom, he glanced out the window, noticing the moon was even brighter than ever. A sudden chill moved up his spine, causing his body to shiver and every hair to stand up straight. The chill quickly transitioned into an odd warmth, spreading throughout his body and causing an odd tingle in his skin.
"Dang, I feel funny..." Danny muttered, placing a hand to his forehead.
His skin was feverishly warm, and his mind felt foggy, unfocused. He could feel his legs wobble underneath him, as he shook his head.
Then the real strangeness began.
The first few changes were small, less noticeable. His skin smoothed as hairs quickly began vanishing all over his body. The small amount of stubble on his face did likewise, as the hair on his head was slowly but surely growing longer.
"Ugh, burning up..." he groaned, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in his clothes. "Need some water, or..."
There was a small, but audible crack and pop that drew his attention to his hands. He blinked in confusion, noticing they looked different... smaller, with long slender fingers, and manicured nails?
"What the hell..."
He wasn't sure he believed his eyes. Whatever strange illness had come over him, it seemed it was causing him to hallucinate.
He closed his eyes, feeling light-headed as he moved his hands to his temples, only to discover that his hair was longer now. It reached past his chin, the strands no longer brown but black.
"I... my..." he uttered, struggling to focus on anything but the distracting heat in his body, his head spinning.
He could feel the warmth settling in his bones, and then there was another crack, this time louder. His entire body seemed to shift as his bones moved inside him, cracking and popping into different positions. His shoulders crunched inwards, his ribcage squeezing tighter, and his hips pushing outward. Despite the severity of the changes, it was utterly painless, though left him sweating and panting.
"My God," he groaned, "what the hell's happening to me...?"
His nipples grew hard, brushing against his shirt as a pressure built behind them. Slowly they began to push outwards, forming two suspiciously round, growing mounds of flesh on his chest. His shirt strained as they grew larger, causing him to squirm as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"I can't... I can't..." he panted, sweat dripping down his brow.
Grabbing at his shirt, he clumsily pulled it up over his head, dropping it to the floor. A pair of breasts were now attached to his chest, and as if by instinct he reached up and grabbed them, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh in his hands.
The discomfort and worry, seemed to melt away as pleasure began to radiate through his body, coaxing a pleased sigh from his lips.
Eyes still shut, his entire face cracked and contorted into an unfamiliar visage. His cheekbones rising as his nose became more slender, and his chin thinner. At the same time his eyebrows took on a more curved shape, his eyelashes lengthening, and his lips growing fuller. It wasn't long before his face had finished contorting into that of a woman.
"So... hot..." he spoke, his now feminine voice foreign to him but strangely familiar... and right? - at the same time. "Feel so... good."
His body continued to shift, flesh rippling as muscles seemed to squirm and contract. Fat burned and redirected throughout his body, causing his breasts to jiggle as their size increased ever so slightly from the process.
A hand moved down his body, settling on his shrinking waist. His jeans became tighter, squeezing a hidden erection as his ass rounded, cheeks swelling and growing in size. His thighs likewise grew, rippling as they filled out the legs of his jeans.
As the metamorphosis neared its completion he was left with the appearance of an attractive woman, however there was one thing left... his cock. The very word seemed to awaken a strange desire that hadn't been there until that moment. His already addled mind, couldn't help but imagine cocks of all shapes and sizes, and how it would feel to have one inside him.
Though a fantasy quickly manifested in his mind. One of a woman nearly identical to what he'd become, on her knees in a familiar apartment as she eagerly swallowed down a piece of meat. The image made him groan as he tried to contain his lust, biting his lip as he tightly squeezed his thighs together, sandwiching the already constricted erection in his jeans.
"Fuuuck... that's hot..." he moaned, as the man in the fantasy neared his release.
It wasn't long before the man finished inside the woman's mouth, and at the same time Danny found his own release, letting out a gasp as he unloaded in his pants. The pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and his eyes fluttered as the bliss sunk into every cell in his brain.
Spent from the exertion, his cock withered into a pathetically small thing, and his balls shriveled. Then in one final surge of pleasure, his male sex was pulled inside his body, quickly forming into HER new sex.
The bliss slowly faded, however the arousal remained. Danny's mind had completely left him as a new mind took its place, one belonging to the eager and willing Megan.
"Fuck me," Megan said, stretching as she took a moment to revel in the feel of her own body for the first time. "That was a weird dream..."
She licked her lips, feeling her breasts before running a hand through her hair. A deep instinctual hunger had awakened inside her, and she knew just what she wanted.
Not bothering to cover her naked chest, she made her way out the door and into the moonlit streets below, eager to find some fun.
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