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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 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...

My name is David. I’m thirty years old. I live alone, and work as a joiner, restoring and repairing old furniture. I’m writing this and including these photos in case anything ever happens to me. I think it’s fair to the women that there’s some sort of explanation for what happened to them, and that someone will take care of them like I did. They’re still alive after all, even if it is unconventional. I’ll start with the stone. I’m not even sure it is a stone, really – it’s smooth, flat and hard, cold to the touch, and round. It fits in the palm of my hand. But it’s perfectly circular, and has a regular flattened edge – it’s not a naturally occurring rock. It was stuck behind a wooden panel of a drawer of a dresser I was working on. It dropped out and just rolled around in a circle – I remember looking it over, turning it in my hands. It almost seemed like a drinks coaster, but it was a little too small and a little too thick. The client, Mrs Kelly Madison, had found the dresser in the...

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