She's Here!

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"No no no! How could I have got mixed up?" A great day on the beach with his friends turned to disaster for Nick as he saw the full moon begin to rise in the dusk. Sprinting for his hotel room, the sweat began to pour down his body... shaking, he got inside and locked the door just as the first agonising contractions began.

Nick's body began to shrink and change shape. His head swam as another personality forced its way to the surface of his mind, one forged in the agony of the transformation and which relished the change. He staggered to the bed just as his legs gave way. They slimmed and lengthened, moving apart as his pelvis cracked and tilted inside him. Within his shorts, Nick's thick cock was momentarily flushed with blood before beginning to recede into his body. As eggs popped into life inside his testicles, they too were drawn inside, settling behind his new womb. The lips of his fresh vagina parted gently, as elegant hairless hands ran through newly lustrous dark hair.

The square jaw and thick eyebrows that defined Nick's face softened and relaxed, cheekbones emerging as the nose thinned and began to turn up slightly. "She's... here..." he managed to gasp, the last words he would utter as a man until morning light dispelled the werewoman curse again.

He pulled up his shirt, now baggy around his torso, and a newly feminine voice began to coax the final stage to fruition. "Yes... yes... grow... come on!" His areolae began to spread, nipples becoming thicker as the flesh behind began to push out. The growth was constant, pushing up and to the sides. "Come on, bigger and bigger fucking titties! That's it!" They were colossal now, undulating as the sweating and shivering subsided.

"She's here alright," the gorgeous woman that once was Nick said to herself. "Now let's find something a little sexier to wear and get myself some action."

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