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Just after midnight, Kyra let herself into my room with my spare key card and lay down on the bed beside me. She kissed me gently and I pulled her close for a hug. "Have you been back long, baby?" she asked. "About an hour. I had quite a night," I replied. "How was yours?" "Amazing... I'll tell you all about it, but I want to hear your story first." I sat up in bed. "A great way to pick up guys is in the gym, so I put on some leggings, a sports bra and a crop top and went down. Here, I took a selfie for you." "Jesus Marina, you're all curves!" "I know. And it was totally inadequate for working out. I bounced all over the place! But it did the job - a couple of guys were exercising too and they could not take their eyes off me. I went into the changing rooms, came out in a swimsuit and made sure they saw me going into the sauna. "They were in there with me within five minutes. "I made it clear what I was

With each full moon Martin becomes Marina, a sexually ravenous werewoman with the power to pass her curse along. For years he has fought this other self, but has now come around and made peace with his dual life. We join Marina as she decides whether to bite her current lover and change him too... With the taste of Dan's cum still in my mouth, I realised I could not contain my hunger for his masculinity, or essence. Or maybe his soul. I decided to drink and be damned... Maybe this meant I was evil. I was taking something without consent, perhaps even destroying him as a man. If the strange spirits who had spoken to me were to be believed, I could change him permanently into a woman, or a woman with a dick. No argument I could make with myself could dissuade me from drinking. The solitary fang began to extrude from the soft flesh below my tongue. I curled my tongue back, and lowered my head to the base of Dan's cock. Where the base of his dick met the top of his scrotum, my fang

Thursday 27th It's been so long, happened so many times that I know now not to fight her when she arrives. I've learned tricks to ease the handover, and mostly she reciprocates. Scratching each others backs, maybe. We make it easy on each other now and it's for the best... But I hate it. Twenty years, twelve or thirteen full moons a year. Quick maths says tonight is something around my 250th transformation... Crazy to think I've been living with this so long. I fought it so hard at first. For years I just couldn't let her exist without a scrap. I'd lock myself away, chain myself up. I'd travel to the middle of nowhere so she wouldn't have a chance to spread. None of it worked, not really. There's no asserting myself against whatever this is. It's who we are, who I am, for better or worse. We're better off the way we do things now. I've learned to read lunar calendars so I can arrange my life. Days off work, or working from home, that kind

When Vicky came back from holiday with a spring in her step and a bigger pair of boobs, her old friend Milena was intrigued. "You're nearly as big as me now, what happened?" Vicky offered to show her, and led her to the bathroom. "It's these bath salts. I found them in a market in Marrakech - just smell before I put them in the water." Milena opened the bottle and hesitantly sniffed a little. The heady scent went straight to her head. Rather than the sharp, soapy smell she was expecting, this was earthy and soft. She closed her eyes and found that she was getting turned on. Vicky pulled off her t-shirt. Her tits were round and full, so much bigger than they had been. Before Milena knew what was happening, she had stripped off too and they were both in the warm soapy water. Their hands were sliding over each others bodies, groping at the soft flesh. Their breasts were rubbing together, hard nipples meeting occasionally and sending chills through their fertile

When she started flirting with me at the bar, I was astounded and flattered. Though she was my age, Milena's flirty, vivacious demeanor and incredible body made her the target of every horny creep who walked in to the place. I had been a regular for a while, and we had chatted a few times, but nothing like this! I teased her about it and she told me it was the full moon getting her in the mood. The truth is that Milena's body was one of the reasons I kept going back there. She was the most incredibly busty woman I had ever seen. Her breasts were heavy, rounded, firm and clearly natural from the way they shook and swung. Each one was larger than her head, easily. The rest of her was cute too - an open, smiling face with a button nose, gorgeous dark brown hair, trim legs with sweetly thick thighs, and a narrow waist. She wore her age well, exuding a mature confidence in her appearance that just added to her appeal. On top of that was her European accent - she sounded stern and su