She could feel it building in her, as she could every month in the hours before the full moon. Her slim form began to tremble and sweat, and her mind was full of anticipation for what the night would bring. For what it always, unfailingly did to her. Perhaps it was just this strange curses way of preparing her. Maybe, despite everything, she actually wanted it to happen.
Later, in the hotel room she had booked to be away from her family, she opened the curtains and let the moonlight fall over her skin. She lay on the bed. Anyone looking in would have been met with an amazing sight – the narrow hips and flat chest suddenly swelling with unbridled femininity, and short limp hair writhing from her scalp like a medusa as it grew thick and dark.
The strange magic that fuelled this transformation flowed through her blood, her bones, her brain. She brushed her fingers over her thickening lips, biting gently as she began to moan. A whorish need for sex was upon her. Grasping a swelling tit, she began to fuck her pussy with her fingers as it too changed, becoming puffier, stronger, wetter, bigger. Beneath her, her ass swelled into magnificence, lifting her off the mattress slightly.
Her boobs had gone from near nothing to being gorgeous, fat orbs, her nipples thick and erect. She settled her head back on the newly lustrous crown of dark hair, her cum sticky on her fingers. She had time for a shower and a little more self-indulgence before she needed to go out and find tonight’s victim. Now, should this month’s recipient of the wereslut infection be male or female?
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