Curse Of The Wereslut

by Nora Nix

  Bryce groaned and gripped her long red locks as he pounded up into her needful little cunt, grunting with each thrust. He could feel it filling her, sliding down his shaft as she bucked wildly, looking into his eyes, her pupils dilating completely as she basked in the sensation.

  “Fuck yes,” she breathed. “That’s what I needed. It feels so fucking good!” She moaned loudly, resting her head against his shoulder as she breathed in his scent. “Such a good boy. I’m almost sorry about what I’ve got to do next.”

  Before he could speak, Bryce felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, somewhat dulled by the throbbing of his cock in the woman’s sopping cunt. His head turned toward her until he could see her teeth burying into his flesh, digging in until he knew that she was drawing blood.

  Then everything went dark.

  He could see it there in front of him—the hard, throbbing cock that he craved more than anything, its veiny shaft full and thick with the promise of tasty cum. His pouty lips parted and he let out a soft, breathy moan in a voice that was not at all his own. His full breasts heaved as he began to pant, practically begging the shadowy man to slide his thick cock into his mouth.

  The thick shaft slid past his full lips as he began to suck hungrily at it, staring up at the shadowed face of his lover. He moaned and whimpered lustfully around the bulk of the man’s dick. His voice sounded so high and soft—a woman’s voice. He let out a gleeful squeal as he lapped at the man’s pulsating tip, hungrily licking at his drizzling pre-cum before swallowing down on his dick once more. It felt so real, the sensation of his mouth being filled by a thick, steely rod as the man fucked Bryce’s face.

  The salty taste of the man’s cum made his heart race, and he felt a strange wetness growing between his bare thighs, smooth and silken and not at all the way he remembered them. He could feel his puffy nipples harden at the ends of his soft, perky tits as he let out another moan. Bryce could feel the man’s cock swelling between his lips, filling with the cum that he’d been needing since this dream began. He sucked the man’s dick deep, hearing a deep familiar moan radiate from the shadows surrounding the mysterious figure.

  All at once in a salty sweet torrent that almost made Bryce choke, the man’s tip exploded, gushing his enormous load into Bryce’s mouth. As the cum started to drip from his chin, Bryce looked up at the man once again, but as he stared up into the shadows, Bryce could make out not the face of a stranger, but his own…

  Bryce awoke suddenly, not knowing where he was at first or why his cock was so hard. He distinctly remembered that he had fallen asleep in some dirty shower stall and not in a comfortable bed. Then it occurred to him that this bed was all too familiar—it was his bed.

  He sat up, looking around what was most certainly his bedroom and not the public restrooms of a park. Something strange was happening, and Bryce wasn’t sure what it was.

  How did I get back home? he wondered as he moved to get up. But as he reached to push himself up out of bed, Bryce winced as he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his shoulder which shot down to his arm. He looked down and beheld a rather impressive bite mark set into his skin. He could see the raw, red flesh deep inside the wound, but somehow—despite how new it seemed—the wound had already begun to heal. Pink, puckered scar-tissue was already forming around the edges of the ragged punctures.

  Of course, the one time I meet a hot, horny nymphomaniac who wants to jump me, I get the one who’s into biting—hard, he thought grumpily. He gingerly reached over and prodded the tender skin, letting out faint yelp.

  As the sharp pain crackled through his shoulder, the face of the woman floated through his mind, her alluring British accent wafting across his memory. For a second Bryce thought that a bite was a small price to pay for a night with someone that hot, but as he rolled out of bed, he found himself cursing the woman’s existence again just as fervently.

  Everything hurt. He was sore from head to toe. But in the end, he chalked it up to the rigors of sex and went about his day, the ache in his shoulder slowly numbing over time.

  A month went by, and Bryce had almost forgotten about his encounter with the mystery woman, save for late at night when he felt the insatiable urge to stroke his cock. Somehow he always found his fantasies leading back to her and the hunger in her eyes as she took his thick cock.

  Bryce’s dreams had begun to take a strange turn, often involving himself as a woman hungrily searching for someone to fuck him. He could feel his wet pussy whenever he dreamt, a primal need to be filled overpowering him as his feminine dream-self needfully sucked and fucked every cock it could find.

  He would wake up hard as a rock, unable to rid himself of the raging hard-on until he came. And as he climaxed, Bryce couldn’t help seeing his dream-crafted female form getting fucked in every available hole. He was loathe to admit it, but Bryce had never cum as hard as he had after his strange gender-bending dreams.

  It was on a night exactly one month from his encounter with the mysterious slut that Bryce decided to go to the movies to see some new superhero flick that had just hit theaters a few days before. He was excited, but something inside him felt strange, almost alien as he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair seemed softer, finer, and his skin looked so much smoother than he remembered it being. But Bryce did his best to brush it off as he headed out the door.

  The theater wasn’t overly crowded that night, and Bryce liked waiting a week before he saw any new movies to avoid the throngs of people eager to bump and brush against one another for a chance to get the best seats for the show. He had no intention of fighting someone over a seat, and was more than happy to wait. As he stood in line, Bryce could feel the odd feeling inside of him growing, and strange thoughts entering his mind through the hazy fog that had descended over him.

  Fuck, what I’d do for a cock right now, came a voice in his head unlike the one he was used to hearing from his inner monologues. It was soft but husky, high and feminine, but dripping with a lazy, lustful tone.

  He couldn’t believe what had just crossed his mind, but as he stood there in line, he found his eyes had begun to wander toward a man walking by, his toned arms laid bare by his tank top, giving Bryce more than he needed to imagine what the rest of him might look like. He could almost hear the strange new voice purring as Bryce wondered what it would feel like to have his pussy split by a hunk like that.

  Wait, what?!

  Bryce tried to focus as he stepped up to the ticket counter, pulling out his wallet as the girl behind the thick Plexiglas divider cheerfully asked him, “What movie will you be seeing today, sir?”

  “Captain Patriot Two,” Bryce said, but the voice that came out was not his own. It was soft and higher than his normal baritone, and something about it oozed sex. He clapped his hand over his mouth and handed over his credit card, taking his ticket and entering the theater quickly.

  His heart was pounding and his chest began to feel tight as the confines of his shirt closed in on him. Something was terribly wrong.

  Desperate to hide somewhere, Bryce ducked into the men’s restrooms and sequestered himself inside of a stall. He thanked whatever freakish god was watching over him that the bathroom was deserted when he arrived.

  As he sank down onto one of the toilets, he felt a heat rising in his chest, a feverish warmth that began to make his entire body seem confining. He could feel his chest swelling, straining against his button-down shirt. As he looked down, Bryce saw not the broad chest that he had known all his life, but a still-growing pair of soft, milky tits. As he watched, a button strained and broke free of the shirt as his new pair of breasts swelled to a ripe C-cup. He squirmed as his hard, sensitive nipples brushed against the silken fabric, evoking a soft, moaning gasp.

  He could feel his hips straining against his jeans, pulsing and pushing against his belted waist until he was forced to loosen it. He watched as his hips widened and his tapered waist curved. Between his legs he could feel himself receding until all that left was an aching wetness that
made his hips writhe.

  His back arched and a moan escaped his lips, a rush of sensations flooding his mind all at once. Bryce could feel a hunger rising inside of him, a hunger that had only been confined to his dreams until this moment. He began to pant, and his legs spread as his brand new cunt ached to be filled.

  I need a cock so bad, he—or rather, she—thought as the strange transformation came to a close. The woman formerly known as Bryce bit on her lip, the fears that once gripped her male self disappearing, replaced by a need to see herself, her true self standing in the mirror.

  She stood, unlocking the stall and striding out on her new shapely legs. She only wished she had something a little more revealing than jeans. Her eyes locked on her new womanly figure standing there, staring her dead in the face, its golden eyes catching the fluorescent lights just so that they seemed to sparkle. Her perky C-cup tits lounged inside of Bryce’s tight button-down shirt, her still-hard nipples cheekily pressing against the fabric.

  Bryce—no, she wasn’t Bryce anymore. At least she didn’t feel like she was. To her, Bryce seemed like a completely different person, a shy little boy who just needed some pussy in his life. Bryce was safe and sweet, while she was anything but. The only word she could think of to describe herself was slut, and she loved it.

  She reached up and grabbed hold of her breasts, moaning as her thumb brushed over her pebbled nips, sending a delicious rush of pleasure coursing through her body. How could she have ever lived without these?

  She unbuttoned her shirt as she stood in front of the mirror, pulling it open to gaze unashamedly at her new, full tits. It was then that her eyes fell on the missing piece of the puzzle—one she only realized that she had been piecing together all night.

  There on her shoulder, bright red against her silken, pale flesh, was the bite mark that Bryce had earned from that hot little slut in the park. It hit her like a freight train. That woman did this to me, she thought, biting on her lip as she recalled the way she had slid her hot, wet pussy onto Bryce’s cock. Christ, am I like, some kind of werewolf-thing? Only instead of getting all gross and hairy, I get a pair of tits and a cunt?

  Her mind wandered over the possibilities as she slid her hands over her flat tummy and soft pillowy tits, biting her lips as she once again felt the ache between her legs. A gnawing hunger grew to the forefront of her mind the longer she toyed with her new assets, brushing a thumb against her pebbled little nipples and gasped delightedly.

  “I’d fuck me,” she said with a smirk. But just as she was about to button her shirt again, she heard the soft sound of the bathroom door swinging open. There in the mirror behind her stood a young man no older than eighteen, his eyes growing wide as they fell on the bare set of breasts staring at him in the reflection.

  Her heart jumped and she bit her lip, and as she took a deep breath through her nose she caught the scent so sweet she just couldn’t resist turning around. Her wet pussy throbbed, lust dripping down the inside of her thigh as she turned toward the fresh cock behind her.

  “You like them?” she asked, licking her bottom lip as she took him in. Her eyes fell on his crotch, watching a soft lump begin to form as she stood there before him. She smirked, shrugging off the button-up shirt and letting it fall.

  “They—um, I mean, I like them,” the boy stuttered, his eyes never leaving her chest as he spoke. He was cute, sandy blonde hair and a set of gorgeous blue eyes and he had the look of a nice broad chest beneath his polo shirt.

  “Good,” she cooed, leaning herself back against the row of sinks, biting her lip as she stuck out her chest. “You want to play with them while you slide your cock in me?”

  The part of her that was still Bryce was screaming to stop, but she did her damnedest to ignore it, unable to squash the need to be filled, to feel a warm load of cum drip out of her. It was all she could think about, having a hot young stud pumping into her cunt until he gave her every last drop of his yummy jizz.

  The boy was stunned, his eyes widening still as she walked closer, her arms sliding up under his shirt. As she pressed herself against him, something seemed to come over the young man. His eyes fluttered and his body relaxed as he took a deep breath of what she could only assume was her. Her hand slid down between his legs to find the rigid shaft of his cock there, waiting for her. Her body shuddered and she let out a delighted giggle.

  “That’s a yes if I ever felt one,” she cooed, her fingers taking hold of his zipper and sliding it all the way down. “Poor horny boy. You just let me take care of that nice fat dick.”

  With her other hand, she led the young man into the handicapped stall, undoing her own jeans and letting them fall away before stepping out of them. She looked down, marveling at her voluptuous curves before turning to face her soon-to-be lover.

  “Like it?” she asked, turning to allow him to gaze at her gorgeous new body, her hand sliding down between her thighs to get her first feel of her sopping wet pussy. A shudder ran through her as her fingers brushed the soft, sensitive nub of her new clit. A crackling bolt of pleasure rocketed through her body, making her moan out as her eyes locked hungrily onto his.

  “Y-Yeah, but—” He stopped, mesmerized by the show as she pushed her lips apart to give him a better view as she teased at her throbbing little nub. “I don’t even know your name,” he finally said feebly.

  “Bry— I mean, Brittney,” she said, only stumbling for a moment before finding a suitably similar name. Brittney would work. She liked the way it felt on her tongue, just like she’d like the feel of this boy’s cock. “What’s yours, stud?”

  “B-Brandon,” he said, timidly slipping his dick out of his boxers as Brittney began to tease her nipples. She cooed, softly moaning as she let her eyes close.

  “Oh, Brandon!” she moaned out, pressing herself against his body, pushing his polo up over his head as her hand began to work on hard cock. It felt so perfect in her hand, a nice hard shaft so perfect for sliding right up inside of her dripping cunt.

  “Have you ever fucked a girl doggy-style, Brandon?” she asked, slowly pumping at the thick base of his cock, her eyes constantly gazing up at him as she worked. “I’d love it if you’d be a good boy and fuck me like the dirty little bitch I am.”

  She didn’t need to ask him twice. He nodded and pushed his jeans and boxers down off of his hips, stepping out of them. Brittney cooed and got down on her hands and knees, arching her back so that her ass was up in the air, just right for her sweet little boy-toy to slide himself right in.

  “Give me what I need, baby!” she hissed, her hunger reaching an almost violent crescendo inside of her. All she could think about was her desperate need for his cum.

  Brandon knelt down behind her, his hot hands gripping her plump little rear as he pulled her hips back toward him roughly. Brittney let out a flirty giggle as she pressed her ass back against him, loving the way the young man handled her.

  “That’s it, baby. I like it nice and rough,” she purred, her back arching as she felt the press of Brandon’s throbbing tip right against her wet pussy lips. She turned her head back, looking over her shoulder at him as he slowly slid his cock into her warm depths.

  Brittney moaned again, gasping as his thick shaft worked its way past her tight lips and deep into her warmth. She felt her lips wrapped around his throbbing member, felt herself flexing and squirming needfully to work him nice and deep inside of her. He felt so good, so perfect that she had to have more. She laid herself down on the cold floor, not minding the way it pressed against her as she began to tease herself.

  Brandon began to pump slowly at first, acclimating himself to the drenched wonderland of her pussy as it ravenously milked him. She was desperate, hungry to be filled and fucked like the little slut she knew she was and that desire filled every ounce of her being.

  “Fuck! Yes! That’s it baby. I want it all the way in when you cum in me,” she groaned, her eyes closing as she began thrusting her hips back against him. “Fuck that pussy hard
!”

  She was getting loud, a hungry growl entering her voice as she felt her lover pumping harder at her command. Such a good boy, she thought as he rammed his cock right against her sensitive little g-spot. Another moan ripped through her as her hips began to tighten, her teasing fingers drawing her closer and closer to orgasm along with her disposable plaything.

  “Oh my god, I’m so fucking close!” Brandon groaned, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm, slamming wetly against her firm little ass. “Holy shit, Brittney, you’re so tight.”

  “That’s it, baby, fuck me!” she cried out, the pounding pressure between her thighs rising higher and higher as it she felt that fat cock driving inside of her over and over. “I need that fucking cum!”

  She could feel Brandon’s cock begin to swell within her, a throbbing, pulsing shaft slamming deeper and deeper with every thrust. She felt like she was going to burst, her clit throbbing wildly as her climax loomed closer and closer, threatening to break over her like a wave. It was so close she could almost taste it.