{"id":520,"date":"2016-04-08T19:01:29","date_gmt":"2016-04-09T02:01:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=520"},"modified":"2016-04-08T19:01:29","modified_gmt":"2016-04-09T02:01:29","slug":"legend-of-the-werewhooooore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=520","title":{"rendered":"Legend of the Werewhooooore"},"content":{"rendered":"

A man finds himself cursed by the bite of a rabid whooooooore!<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed.\u00a0 On the best of days.\u00a0 All right.\u00a0 I’m not dumb.\u00a0 I just sometimes miss the obvious.\u00a0 I get distracted and sidetracked and my mind goes on its merry little way.<\/p>\n

Today is one of those days.<\/p>\n

Hi, hello.\u00a0 I’m Donald.\u00a0 I hate my name.\u00a0 I go by Don and that doesn’t help much.\u00a0 Neither does Don Juan because I can’t say it with a straight face.\u00a0 So, when I’m trying to be funny or sexy to girls, they just laugh.\u00a0 And not that “Oh, haha, that’s hilarious!” laugh, either.\u00a0 Oh no.\u00a0 It’s the awkward little “Oh.\u00a0 Hah.\u00a0 Ha ha.\u00a0 Oh, look at the time.\u00a0 It’s 6 pm and I need to go to bed.” laugh.<\/p>\n

See?\u00a0 This is what I mean.\u00a0 We were talking about other things.\u00a0 Back up, though.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Backing up 2 months ago…<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

With a name like Donald and the self esteem to go with it, I’m not popular with the ladies.\u00a0 Donald Trump (that motherfucker) isn’t helping my image these days, either.\u00a0 I get lonely, okay?\u00a0 I’m not ugly; I’m just plain.\u00a0 And boring.<\/p>\n

So.\u00a0 So maybe I looked around on Backpages.\u00a0 Maybe I found an outcall service.\u00a0 Maybe.\u00a0 Okay.\u00a0 I absolutely did.\u00a0 Gimme a fucking break, man.\u00a0 It’s been a year since I got laid and Madame Hand needs a break.\u00a0 I just want to feel a real woman for once.\u00a0 So, I call.\u00a0 Awkwardly.\u00a0 Stumbling around what I want.\u00a0 They have someone new and I’m all for it.\u00a0 Sure.\u00a0 Slight discount since they aren’t known.\u00a0 Kind of a training thing.<\/p>\n

Waiting for her (Destiny) was terrible.\u00a0 I had to use the bathroom six times because my damn stomach kept tying itself in knots.\u00a0 The knock came and I peeked outside.\u00a0 Short, petite with blonde hair, cherry red lipstick and clothes that seemed to barely cover her nipples and lady parts.\u00a0 I couldn’t see any room in her… bikini?\u00a0 No, no.\u00a0 I’ve seen string bikinis with more coverage.\u00a0 Well, whatever it was, there wasn’t much room to hide a badge so I figured, I’m safe.\u00a0 Boy, yeah, I’m dumb.<\/p>\n

I let her in and she smiles and it kinda melts my heart.\u00a0 And my brain.\u00a0 Without a word, she’s on her knees, fumbling at my pants.\u00a0 She didn’t ask about money or anything else, she just went right to work and ohmygoditsamazing.\u00a0 Small little hands holding me, bobbing up and down on my cock until I’m about to explode.\u00a0 Yes.\u00a0 I said it’s been a while.\u00a0 I pull her back and she actually whines<\/em> at me and tries to go back for it.<\/p>\n

Instead, I guide her to the bed.\u00a0 She goes eagerly, instantly down on the bed, cheek against my blanket and ass in the air.\u00a0 Her pussy is right there.\u00a0 I was kind of joking about how skimpy her clothes were but whatever she’s wearing has a hole for fun times.\u00a0 She hasn’t been there for even five minutes but her pussy was glistening and swollen.<\/p>\n

She was actually turned on by me?\u00a0 She looked back, rocking her hips, her eyes lidded, whimpering and begging to be fucked.\u00a0 I grabbed her hips, slight but there and turn her around, laying her on her back.\u00a0 Please<\/em>, she begged me, reaching for me.\u00a0 Her nipples strained against her tiny bra.\u00a0 I whipped my shirt off, grabbed a condom (I’m dumb, not stupid, despite her pouting and asking me to fuck her bareback) and eased into her.<\/p>\n

Jesus Fucking Christ.\u00a0 I could feel her pussy squeezing<\/em><\/strong> my cock.\u00a0 It was almost difficult to enter her.\u00a0 Her small nails dug painfully at my back and she screamed out all kinds of obscenities, telling me to pound her, to fuck her tight little pussy.\u00a0 To hurt her.\u00a0 Of course, all I could do was fuck her normally and focus on not cumming in 30 seconds.<\/p>\n

And then she bit me.\u00a0 Hard.<\/p>\n

“Ow, you bit me!\u00a0 Hard!” I yelled.\u00a0 I tried to pull back but she held on, fucking me until I was over the edge and cumming.\u00a0 Pain seared my back as her nails dug in, her body dancing beneath me under the force of her own orgasm.<\/p>\n

I pulled out and looked down.\u00a0 She had been so tight that she held the condom in place.\u00a0 Twisting and moaning, her legs quivering and her eyelids fluttering, she smiled, touching her lips and circling her nipples with long nailed fingers.\u00a0 Finally, she saw my bare cock and reached down, grabbing the condom out.\u00a0 It nearly snapped<\/em><\/strong> because of how fucking tight she was.<\/p>\n

She squeezed my cum out of the used condom.\u00a0 And ate it all greedily.\u00a0 I gagged but I couldn’t look away.\u00a0 She was so focused on it.\u00a0 Brow furrowed, small cute nose flared slightly.\u00a0 Excitedly shoveling all of it into her mouth like a fat kid with a go-gurt.\u00a0 A… cum… filled go-gurt.\u00a0 Why do I think of these things?<\/p>\n

I told her to get out, my hand on my shoulder where she bit me.\u00a0 Drops of blood oozing through the tiny teeth marks.\u00a0 She smiled but got up, licking her lips.\u00a0 She looked curiously at me when I shoved the stack of bills her way – as if she’d forgotten the whole point of this.\u00a0 Eventually she shrugged and took the money and left.<\/p>\n

That bitch.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Moving forward to the present…<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

So, here I am in the present.\u00a0 Work was fine.\u00a0 Friday.\u00a0 Fuck yeah.\u00a0 Time for me to hit the bar because I’m just fucking wiped out and needing to unwind.\u00a0 Something’s bothering me but I figured it’s just all the emails I ignored at work today.\u00a0 Hey.\u00a0 The Internet’s not going to browse itself, right?\u00a0 Priorities.<\/p>\n

So, loading up in my car in my blue jeans and cheap black Polo shirt, I drive away whistling a merry little tune.\u00a0 Scratching slowly at my crotch like a good uncouth man.\u00a0 Traffic is shitty as usual.\u00a0 That plus working late means it’ll be dark by the time I’m home.\u00a0 Well, at the bar.\u00a0 That’s kind of home sometimes.<\/p>\n

The full moon seems to ripple in the clear sky above me.\u00a0 Something about it bothers me.\u00a0 No, hah, I’m not about to turn into a werewolf or any of that buuuuullshit (I mean, come on, really?) but it reminds me of something.\u00a0 I feel like I should be remembering something and it’s really annoying.\u00a0 Was it my parent’s anniversary?\u00a0 My sister’s birthday?\u00a0 I check my phone while crawling along the interstate but my online calendar is empty.\u00a0 What the hell.\u00a0 Drinks will help me forget.\u00a0 Or remember.\u00a0 Probably forget.<\/p>\n

As I pull off of the interstate, my stomach starts gurgling.\u00a0 I push and rub at it because it hurts a little.\u00a0 My fingers massage the skin.\u00a0 Fat seems to slowly melt away from my fingers.\u00a0 Rough skin smooths slowly and the red and tan skin tone slowly fades away to a healthy, young pink.\u00a0 My joints flare up and I hiss through my teeth, clenching my fingers on the wheel, 10 and 2, as the bones reshape.<\/p>\n

“Son of a bitch,” I hiss, unaware of what’s happening.\u00a0 I try to make a mental note to talk to my doctor.\u00a0 I type a lot at work and I wonder if it’s carpal tunnel syndrome.\u00a0 Flexing my fingers seems to help with the pain, at least.<\/p>\n

My small, soft pink hands feel smooth and cool.\u00a0 I scratch at my crotch again while making my way through the city on the quest to the bar.\u00a0 My short, jagged nails lengthen and I’m soon nearly clawing at my itchy balls.\u00a0 I sigh happily at the feeling because itchy balls are the worse.<\/p>\n

Tiny hairs sprout above my eyes and my eyebrows slowly thicken in a smooth arc that tapers off into a thin line.\u00a0 I rub at them and some of the old hair flakes away to leave behind well manicured eyebrows.\u00a0 I blink once.\u00a0 Something’s stuck in my eye.\u00a0 My eyes readen as thick lashes slide from my eyelids, curling slightly.\u00a0 I blink again, luscious eyelashes over reddened eyes.<\/p>\n

As I park, I turn off my heater.\u00a0 I feel flushed, my cheeks and ears hot.\u00a0 My small, soft hands pull at my shirt to fan myself.\u00a0 Chest hair fluffs away under the artificial breeze.\u00a0 A few are lifted free and stick to my shirt while others simply fall.\u00a0 Scratching at my chest with my nails pulls more of the hairs loose.<\/p>\n

My tennis shoes crunch through the gravel parking lot on the way to the bar.\u00a0 Bright neon lights blink on and off and I can hear music and yelling and laughing inside.\u00a0 I run a finger through my short hair, as if tucking a loose strand behind my ear.\u00a0 The night is cool and my nipples tighten for a moment.\u00a0 I can feel the tiny things against the rough fabric of my shirt.\u00a0 Makes me shiver and not<\/em><\/strong> from the cold air.<\/p>\n

Opening the bar’s door brings a rush of noise and warm air.\u00a0 I blink and step inside.\u00a0 The bar is mostly empty but the tables are all full.\u00a0 The clack of pool balls fills the corner of the large, open area while a young man stands at the jukebox, trying to decide the next song.<\/p>\n

Making my way to the bar, I eye the women strewn throughout the place.\u00a0 A lot of them are older.\u00a0 Most of them are attached.\u00a0 I still look because looking is free and safe.\u00a0 A few of them are fucking hot and I catch myself staring at their ass and tits.\u00a0 My hands run down my own mostly flat ass self-consciously.<\/p>\n

“Johnny,” I yell at the bar.\u00a0 “My usual!”<\/p>\n

The bartender nods quietly and fills a glass with a light, amber beer.\u00a0 I sit, wriggling my hips a little and cross my legs at the ankles.\u00a0 Sipping my beer slowly, I look around the room as subtly as I can.\u00a0 The heat of the place seems to rush through me from the tips of my ears to my core and I wriggle again.\u00a0 Sweat forms above my top lip.\u00a0 I wipe at it with a shaky hand and then blink.\u00a0 The room seems to just shift<\/em><\/strong> 45 degrees for a moment and I almost want to throw up.<\/p>\n

Swallowing a few times, I blink my long eyelashes and breathe deeply.\u00a0 My thin, hard lips fill slowly, gently pushing away from my mouth.\u00a0 Red floods them as they pucker and I wipe the back of my petite, hairless hand against them.<\/p>\n

“You okay, buddy,” a guy asks next to me.<\/p>\n

I look over at the guy slowly.\u00a0 Mid 30s, rugged with stubble and a cleft chin.\u00a0 Seems to be on his second beer.\u00a0 Baseball cap and a loose flannel shirt over a clean white t-shirt.\u00a0 Looks like a decent guy.\u00a0 Good, honest eyes.<\/p>\n

“Y- yeah,” I tell him, my voice unsteady.\u00a0 “Just felt off for a second, you know?”<\/p>\n

The guy nods and turns away.\u00a0 Uninterested.\u00a0 Minding his own business.\u00a0 I really like the way his jaw works.\u00a0 Strong muscles right there at the corner of his jaw.\u00a0 My hand nearly reaches out to touch his face but I frown and, instead, grab my drink.\u00a0 Taking a gulp around thick, red lips.<\/p>\n

And then I sneeze beer almost everywhere.<\/p>\n

“Aww, hell,” I say, looking around.\u00a0 Nobody really noticed, thank good.\u00a0 I grab some napkins and wipe up the drops.\u00a0 And then I look at the napkins.\u00a0 There’s red mixed in with the beer.\u00a0 Then I notice my eyes and nose burning.\u00a0 Reaching up, I touch under my nose and look at my fingers.<\/p>\n

Blood.<\/p>\n

The little bone in my nose is shrinking but I can’t feel it.\u00a0 It’s retreating, pulling my nose down and back slightly.\u00a0 Skin folds and tightens while I rub at my nose to try to get the burning to go away.\u00a0 I pinch the bridge and wipe the trickle of blood with another napkin.\u00a0 As I do, the pain stops and my adorable button nose sits finished and perfect above pouting, open red lips.<\/p>\n

It’s so damn hot in here.\u00a0 I pull at my shirt again to get the air moving.\u00a0 The motion lifts the little bit of remaining chest hair and they all flake away to line the band of my pants and bottom of my shirt.\u00a0 My tiny nipples are so sore.\u00a0 Like I ran a marathon.\u00a0 Not that I’ve ever done it but I’ve heard about it and it sounds fucking awfully<\/em>.<\/p>\n

A small bump appears beneath my shirt, right next to my right nipple.\u00a0 I scratch at it with long, slim fingers and another bump appears.\u00a0 The skin around my nipples darkens lightly and… changes<\/em>.\u00a0 More bumps appear, pulling at the skin until my small nipples are surrounded by puffy, dark areola.<\/p>\n

I push at my chest with the heel of my hand while I drink my beer.\u00a0 I like the guy’s hair, too.\u00a0 Thick hair.\u00a0 I hope I still have hair like that when I’m his age.\u00a0 I mean, 30s is still young of course but I know some guys that go bald early.\u00a0 I want to run my fingers through it.\u00a0 His hair, I mean.\u00a0 It looks soft.\u00a0 And I bet I could grab a handful of it.<\/p>\n

I moan a little and push hard at my chest.\u00a0 My nipples are growing and they drag painfully against my shirt when I rub against them.\u00a0 My feet twist beneath me and my cock hardens at the sensation.\u00a0 Funnily enough, my mouth waters, too.\u00a0 I can feel it in my mouth and stomach and cock.\u00a0 Little spikes of pleasure that make me want to twist and pinch and pull at my nipples.\u00a0 Not that I would, god no, but, damn, it feels great.<\/p>\n

Push and drag, push and drag.\u00a0 My areola twists, more bumps forming as the nipples pull skin to grow fat and large, tenting my shirt into two small mounds.\u00a0 I lick my lips and grin tremulously as I massage around them.<\/p>\n

Another sip of my bar and then I put it down.\u00a0 Again, I move to push a strand of loose hair behind my ear but, this time, there’s one there.\u00a0 My brown hair has slowly been lengthening into a shaggy mess that tickles my ear and makes me want to giggle and squirm.\u00a0 That’s weird.\u00a0 But, I tuck it behind my ear and the feeling goes away.<\/p>\n

Now my belly itches.\u00a0 I scratch at it.\u00a0 The chub I have there.\u00a0 I like to call it a dadbod.\u00a0 I’ve seen that mentioned on dating profiles and I desperately clung to it as an excuse for my lack of fitness. The fat is moving and it itches like hell.\u00a0 My pants seem to shift, growing loose for a moment before pulling tight against my hips and ass.<\/p>\n

Gasping, I lower my head, forehead against the edge of the bar.\u00a0 Thick brown hair slides down around my head, making me shiver as it caresses the nape of my neck.\u00a0 Bones creak and crack as my body adjusts itself.\u00a0 Making room, you see.\u00a0 I arch my back, moaning, biting my full lips, rocking my widening hips slowly in a circle.\u00a0 My testicles are stuck beneath my growing ass, pinching painfully.\u00a0 Flesh and fat moves and the back of my pants bulge into a fine, tight swell to contain my larger ass.<\/p>\n

“Hot,” I pant beneath my long hair.\u00a0 I lick my lips again, dehydrated.\u00a0 “So hot.”\u00a0 My brain is buzzing.\u00a0 Hormones coursing through me.\u00a0 Rushing as I change.\u00a0 It hurts.\u00a0 It hurts a lot and I’m so hot and thirsty.\u00a0 My reddened, sweating cheeks break and move.\u00a0 As with my hips, the skin and fat and flesh rearrange until my cheekbones are higher on a slim face with a small, cute chin.\u00a0 I wince and groan in pain and my new dimples show.<\/p>\n

Sweat courses down my bare chest, slipping along my fat, erect nipples.\u00a0 Throbbing with each beat of my racing heart.<\/p>\n

I can’t.<\/p>\n

I can’t think.<\/p>\n

I just.\u00a0 It’s really hard.\u00a0 I have to remember.\u00a0 The thing.\u00a0 It’s.\u00a0 I have to remember.\u00a0 What.\u00a0 What was it?\u00a0 Not on the calendar.\u00a0 The.\u00a0 Head buzzing.<\/p>\n

“H-” I choke as my throat crunches<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 Dry heaving as chemicals storming through me mix with pain and my throat changing.\u00a0 I’ve always had a bad gag reflex and anything that touches even near the back of my throat makes me gag.\u00a0 All of these things combine together to make me want to vomit.<\/p>\n

“… okay, uhhhhh, miss?”\u00a0 A voice says next to me.\u00a0 “You okay?”<\/p>\n

I try to talk.\u00a0 Air whistles through my throat painfully.\u00a0 And then, it’s gone.\u00a0 My Adam’s apple pulls into my throat to leave smooth, perfect skin.\u00a0 I clutch at the bar and squeeze my eyes shut, breathing carefully.<\/p>\n

“Miss?” I ask through a sweet, high voice.\u00a0 What was<\/em><\/strong> that thing I was supposed to remember?\u00a0 “What did I miss?”<\/p>\n

“I- no, I mean are you okay, ma’am?”\u00a0 The voice sounds concerned.\u00a0 “Hey, John!\u00a0 What’d you put in this lady’s drink?\u00a0 Did some asshole order it for her?”<\/p>\n

Ma’am<\/em>?\u00a0 That seems wrong.\u00a0 Isn’t it?\u00a0 I shake my head, fingers in my thick hair.<\/p>\n

“… made that drink for Donald,”\u00a0 a voice says from a distance.\u00a0 “He must’ve given it to her.\u00a0 I didn’t put shit in there and if I find out he did, I’ll break his goddamned face.\u00a0 Seemed like an okay guy, though.”<\/p>\n

Finally, I look up.\u00a0 My shirt seems to be hooked on my aching, hard nipples, hanging empty over a belly that is no longer there.\u00a0 I put my hand against my flat, hard stomach and breathe carefully.\u00a0 The stubble-faced man is looking at me.\u00a0 Worried.\u00a0 My heart races for an entirely different reason now.\u00a0 Was he always that big?\u00a0 Look at those shoulders.\u00a0 Jesus.<\/p>\n

He reaches for me, this man, and then pulls back.<\/p>\n

“I’m going to call you a cab,” the man says.\u00a0 “What’s your address, miss?”<\/p>\n

“I’m,” I stop, massaging my sore throat.\u00a0 “I’m fine, really.\u00a0 Maybe something I ate earlier.”<\/p>\n

Fingers on my legs.\u00a0 My own fingers.\u00a0 Massaging.\u00a0 They’re sore and I can almost feel the skin moving under my hand.\u00a0 My ass is worse, though.\u00a0 A deep ache as if I’ve been sitting forever.\u00a0 I stand up to let my sore muscles relax for a moment.\u00a0 Gripping the bar for support.\u00a0 My shirt hangs loose and low on my smaller body.\u00a0 My jeans are too big for me and threaten to fall off but my wide hips and thick ass keep them in place.<\/p>\n

My shoes are too big, too.\u00a0 Or at least my right foot.\u00a0 I hiss through small, perfect white teeth as pain lances through my left foot.\u00a0 Going to my tip toes, I feel my small calf muscles clench.\u00a0 Bones click and clack and it’s like someone’s twisting my muscles into knots.<\/p>\n

A large hand grips my shoulder tenderly.<\/p>\n

“I think something’s wrong,” the deep voice says.\u00a0 It’s amazing how it affects me.\u00a0 His voice.\u00a0 And his touch.\u00a0 I blush, the heat seeming to concentrate in my face and flat chest.\u00a0 Hooking hair behind my ear, I look up shyly.\u00a0 I like the way his hand feels on me.\u00a0 Strong but restrained.<\/p>\n

Oh.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Oh, I think I am<\/em><\/strong> going to be sick.<\/p>\n

“I’ll- I’ll just-” I rush to the bathroom, holding my pants in place.<\/p>\n

“Hey lady, that’s the-!” A different voice calls after me but the bathroom door closes behind me and the voice cuts off.<\/p>\n

I push into a stall and kneel, barely in time before I’m throwing up.\u00a0 A half second later, I grab my long hair in one hand, gathering it up to hold above me.<\/p>\n

My stomach is twisting and squirming and clenching.<\/p>\n

Reforming.<\/p>\n

With hips already wide enough for childbirth, it was time to finish the job.\u00a0 I nearly scream as I feel something in my crotch.\u00a0 It’s an alien sensation.\u00a0 Like… it’s like feeling a grape sucked through a straw.\u00a0 One of my testicles is just gone.\u00a0 Disintegrating deep inside my slowly forming uterus.\u00a0 I clench, hunching my shoulders and dry heaving as the other testicle follows the first.<\/p>\n

“Oh god,” I mumble weakly.<\/p>\n

“Hey, lady,” a voice says from just outside the door.\u00a0 “That’s the men’s bathroom!”<\/p>\n

“I’ll,” I gasp and then vomit again, a small stream of clear liquid.\u00a0 Shivering.\u00a0 So hot.\u00a0 Head buzzing again.\u00a0 “I’ll be out in a minute.”<\/p>\n

I feel it twisting in my pants.\u00a0 My cock.\u00a0 It’s limp and twisting.\u00a0 Pubic hair litters my underwear.\u00a0 My old, thick bush of hair is mostly gone leaving behind smooth, white skin.\u00a0 As my cock shrinks, the bone above it pushes forward – my mound growing just in time for my pussy to form.\u00a0 Small hairs sprout from the skin above my mound, fanning out lightly in a wide triangle shape above my disappearing cock.<\/p>\n

Slowly.\u00a0 Slowly the veins and flesh warp and change as my cock is pulled into my body.\u00a0 The head closes into a smooth, unbroken little bump.\u00a0 A brand new, extremely sensitive clit.\u00a0 The skin at the base of my old head grows up to form my clit’s hood.\u00a0 I grab my stomach, nails digging into my sides, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched.\u00a0 It’s not a comfortable feeling.<\/p>\n

The skin between my now-smooth thighs splits.\u00a0 A line of blood seeps forth, racing down my curved ass.\u00a0 I can feel things moving<\/em> in there. I want to touch it.\u00a0 To feel it.\u00a0 It calls to me.\u00a0 An emptiness that begs to be filled.\u00a0 It’s cool and nearly senseless for a moment and then it flares up as nerves reconnect, hot and wet.\u00a0 A new scent fills the air and I moan quietly, squirming and rotating my hips.<\/p>\n

My deflated ball sack begins to slide against me.\u00a0 I gasp and arch my back.\u00a0 It’s like a lover’s gentle touch and I’m so sensitive down there now.<\/p>\n

I can’t help it anymore.\u00a0 I press my fingers into the open band of my pants and touch myself.<\/p>\n

Oh shit.\u00a0 Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.<\/p>\n

My finger rubs against my clit for the first (no, that’s wrong, something says – this has happened before) time and I gasp, head thrown back, red lips open.\u00a0 My slim fingers slip into my wet opening and I cry out and rock my hips.\u00a0 I can feel my labia forming from my old sack.\u00a0 The rough, loose skin pulled up to attach to the wetness just inside of me.<\/p>\n

The dark skin of my ball sack quickly fades leaving me with a tight, pink, perfect little pussy.<\/p>\n

I can’t stop touching myself.\u00a0 There’s resistance when I push my fingers inside and it hurts a little but it feels so good, too.\u00a0 So incredibly good.\u00a0 The base of my thumb rubs against my clit through the little hood and I finger myself, feeling my orgasm build and build and build and-<\/p>\n

I cry out and then clamp my hands to my mouth.\u00a0 I can’t stop shaking.\u00a0 I can’t.\u00a0 It’s.\u00a0 It’s so.\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 Smaller aftershocks rock through my body and I press my hands against the stall walls, nails scraping the cheap paint.\u00a0 My eyes roll back and I just ride it out until it passes and I bow my head, thick hair blocking out the flickering overhead lights.<\/p>\n

Breathing heavily.\u00a0 Smelling my juices on my lips.\u00a0 Wanting.\u00a0 Needing more.<\/p>\n

I stand and nearly fall on shaky legs.\u00a0 Instead, I lean against the wall with my well padded hips.\u00a0 My chest is flaming red above my non-existent breasts and my cheeks are on fire.<\/p>\n

Oh my lord, that was delicious.\u00a0 I smile, tracing a finger along my full lips, smelling my wetness again.<\/p>\n

When I can walk again, I open the stall and walk out of the bathroom.\u00a0 The man from earlier is standing guard, glaring at any man that comes over to use the bathroom.\u00a0 He looks relieved when he sees me standing there.<\/p>\n

“Hey,” he says.\u00a0 His voice does something entirely different to me now.\u00a0 I grin at him as I feel myself grow even more wet.\u00a0 My insides just loosen and the liquid is in there.\u00a0 I feel it when I shift my feet.\u00a0 Things moving and rubbing.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 Is it running down my leg?\u00a0\u00a0 “You okay?”<\/p>\n

“Oh,” I tell him, reaching up to touch his arm.\u00a0 “I feel fantastic.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah?” the man asks, confused.<\/p>\n

“Mmhmm,” I say, squeezing his strong arm.\u00a0 Oh yes.\u00a0 Now I remember.\u00a0 The thing.\u00a0 The need.\u00a0 The urge to feel a cock between my legs.\u00a0 Filling me with its thickness.\u00a0 Cumming inside of me.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 How could I forget that?\u00a0 This whole time.<\/p>\n

My nipples drag across my shirt, agonizingly slow.\u00a0 I hold the man’s gaze as my breasts swell on my bare chest.\u00a0 Skin sliding against skin.\u00a0 The shirt lifts slowly, revealing my midriff as my breasts grow full and heavy.\u00a0 Milk ducts form and two wet spots appear on my shirt, the breasts overexcited to do their job.\u00a0\u00a0 I open my mouth with a hot sigh and press myself against the man, his arm between my growing breasts.\u00a0 They envelop his biceps with their softness.\u00a0 His cock is hard against my slim leg as I wrap myself around him.<\/p>\n

Going to my tiptoes, I breathe in his ear, lips brushing his earlobe.<\/p>\n

“I need you,” I told him.\u00a0 “Badly.”<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

The full moon hung heavy in the dark sky as the car peeled away from the bar.\u00a0 The silver light seemed to caress Donald’s smooth, high cheeks as he bobbed up and down on the man’s huge cock.\u00a0 Small hands with long, thin fingers worked him expertly, milking him as his tongue wrapped around the man’s girth.\u00a0 He smiled triumphantly around the man’s cock as he deep-throated him.\u00a0 Pleased with himself and his prowess.<\/p>\n

It was a long night and a very, very small part of him knew he only had the night.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

I blink awake.\u00a0 Sore.\u00a0 Tired.\u00a0 In someone else’s bed.\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 Where am I? <\/em><\/p>\n

I nearly scream when I realize there’s a man in the bed with me.\u00a0 Covering my mouth, trying not to make a sound, I stand.\u00a0 My thighs and cock and balls are crusted with cum and I know it’s not mine.\u00a0 I smell cock on my lips and mouth every time I breathe.<\/p>\n

The smell of the man’s cum makes my cock hard and I blush at my arousal, trying and failing to deny it.<\/p>\n

As quickly as possible, I find my things and get dressed.\u00a0 My cellphone is still somehow in my pocket and I load the Uber app as I rush outside.\u00a0 I remember.\u00a0 I remember it all.\u00a0 Bouncing on the man’s cock, my heavy breasts slapping my slim body.\u00a0 His cock pounding my tight, virgin pussy.\u00a0 Those lips gripping him so fucking tight.\u00a0 Feeling the head of his cock inside of me, touching every part of me.\u00a0 Filling<\/strong> me finally.\u00a0\u00a0 His hands on my ass and hips, digging in as I worked him like a pro.\u00a0 Begging him to fuck my asshole, biting my lip through the pain of it until the pleasure rode over it like a crashing wave.<\/p>\n

I nearly cry as I wait for the car to pick me up.<\/p>\n

But, as I step in and buckle myself, mumbling the address to the bar, the memories begin to fade.\u00a0 I grab at them desperately, trying to hold them.\u00a0 Remembering that this was the second month it’s happened.\u00a0 Fumbling with my phone to make a note about the three nights of the full moon and what happens.<\/p>\n

Fumbling with it, launching the calendar app.<\/p>\n

To.<\/p>\n

To do…<\/p>\n

To do what?<\/p>\n

What was I supposed to remember?\u00a0 God, I’m so dumb sometimes.<\/p>\n

Hah.\u00a0 Definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed.\u00a0 Not even on the best of days.\u00a0 I’m sure whatever I was supposed to remember will come back to me.<\/p>\n

I hum to myself, scratching idly at my chest hair while we make our way back to my car.<\/p>\n

I should go out again tonight, I tell myself.\u00a0 Maybe I’ll get lucky and get laid this time.<\/p>\n

Maybe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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