The Lycanthropy Queen

The night is cool and crisp on my chest. An exquisite Autumn evening in October. My charcoal-colored hair rests on my heaving breasts. I could see and feel my veins pulsing angrily leading to my throbbing nipples. Slowly, a wave of tingling surged my skin. I gazed up to the dark almost indigo night sky in my backyard. A massive deep yellow-orange full moon lingered behind a snippet of clouds. My skull felt like it was melting and ached like crazy.

All around me I could hear the sounds of nature like I’ve never heard before. Sharp like a tack; piercing my very eardrums. I covered them at a poor attempt to block out the pollution of sound. Before tonight I was a meek thirty-year-old young, beautiful woman. I have piercing crystal blue eyes, a semi bubbly nose that is slightly sharp, with two silver rings in the left nostril. For some reason these bits of metal seemed to sear agonizingly right at this current moment.

I’m Savannah; Savannah Downes. I live in a small country town just a half hour from the nearest miniscule city. My family lived in this house ever since I was five. Everyone and their grandma knows each other. I’m currently standing by my fence nearby the built in swimming pool I so usually frequent. I’m head diver on my olympic team. All around I can see the woods and hear the trees rustling in the slight breeze.

I am six feet, 3 inches tall; the tallest in my family I might add. I have long, thick and toned legs, very white skin, semi wide hips, a thick butt, curves, double C-cup breasts with silver piercings in my nipples. Which is weird because they’re burning like hell too. Throbbing even.

I’m the prettiest of my friends with a wide thick-lipped smile, beautiful and big pearly white teeth, and a sexy birth mark just above the right side of my upper lip. People always tell me if I were a dark tan I could pass as Kim Kardashian’s older daughter. I pride myself in that.

Typically I wear fishnet leggings with short booty shorts—made of jean material—and a belly shirt that shows off this tattoo I praise and love. A letter D wrapped with razor wire, with a single red blood drop dripping down off the lower right portion of it. It resides just to the right of my belly button hiding down by hip.

Something caught my eye at this moment though. My tattoo was disappearing. I grasped at it vaguely trying to halt such a phenomenon. I watched horrifyingly as my skin and muscles bubbled like boiling water. I lurched forward grasping the ladder handles to the diving board. “What’s happening t-to me?”

I felt breathless; my stomach was thickening more and more with muscle. I grasped my skin as I felt the muscles growing and stretching. I fell to my butt as heat coursed to my now snapping and crackling feet. My sandals quickly grew tighter by the second. I watched as the flesh of my left foot agonizingly widened by the second.

I billowed out a scream as I slammed the foot hard onto the cement that surrounded the pool. Snap! The middle strap of the leather sandal split off. Pop! Another strap and another. “Help mee! Oh God! Someone…UGH!” I doubled over grasping my calf as my foot continued to tear through the footwear.

There it was. My foot had doubled in size. The flesh and bones were moving like worms wriggling under my skin. My right foot had already freed itself of its confines. I watched helplessly as it stretched and snapped. Soon both were lengthening and growing meatier.

The heat rushed up to my calves. I stared as they muscles jiggled and shot outward, filling up before hardening. I couldn’t muster up a single syllable as my legs began to lengthen. My thighs were angrily expanding; I clasped my hands upon them feeling the muscles thickening more and more. My vagina was throbbing hard against my shrinking thong.

I flipped onto my hands and knees, gritting my teeth as my vagina pushed even harder against my shorts. My fishnet stockings began to rip as my ever expanding thighs burst forth. Jet black hair sprouted from my still gurgling, growing privates. My ass shot out a few inches. I clasped onto it with a free hand as I felt my shorts tearing in half.

My belly was beginning to thicken more. It was here that I remembered that night I was initially infected. My ex boyfriend Craig was having his way with me. I remember watching and feeling his already massive penis growing more and more girthy inside my vaginal walls.

A sweltering hot liquid poured inside of me as he grew into the King of Lycanthropy. His sharpening fangs dug deep into the left side of my clavicle. Crack! My hips snapped apart instantly drawing my attention back to reality. I screamed as loud as I could as I felt that fiery sensation again, but in my belly now.

I gazed down in terror as my belly began to grow like a balloon. I doubled over back onto my butt as I grasped the writhing flesh. Something; many things were moving violently within my womb. “Oh… What the FUCK?! OWWWW!” I howled up into the sky. I could see my breath as my belly lurched forward some more.

My hands were shaking; my palms grew sweaty and my knuckles were moving this way and that. They slowly stretched upwards one agonizing pop at a time. I could barely believe my eyes as I watched my fingers begin to stretch now. My hands lengthened so slowly that I could practically feel my skin being pulled to its breaking point.

Slowly but surely my hands shook and grew as hot meat gripped hard onto my bones. I stared deeply at my right palm as it stretched and stretched. I felt like that guy in the movie An American Werewolf in London, except this felt more painful than even his transformation.

This isn’t possible… How is this happening?! I thought. My nails began to sharpen, growing longer and harder with each moment that passed. My cuticles threatened to tear as the nails continued to thicken. My hands had both quadrupled in size. I gazed over at my left one, grasping my wrist; I attempted to stop the blood from continuing this ghastly metamorphasis.

But I failed. The molten hot anguish surged up to my forearms. They bubbled and ballooned up so fast that I couldn’t even contemplate yelping in pain. Slowly that black fur sprouted and ran across my massive clawed hands and then my arms. I watched my biceps as they moved and jiggled around. Sickening gurgling sounds went off as they became thick.

Veins appeared here too. I watched and felt as the magma-like blood coursedinto my aching arms. They shook so violently. More tears ran down my face. Suddenly my belly shot out a few more inches. The dark fur grew from my belly button around my waist and all across my aching still growing butt.

I meandered over my nearby truck, staring intensely into the side view mirror. My once blue eyes were becoming blood shot. They burned as they darkened then brightened and began turning the same shade of yellow orange as the bullying moon above.

My shoulders were growing now. They throbbed so menacingly; I lifted my giant still expanding arm. My shoulder pushed hard against my shirt. The heat was in my neck and chest now. My left shoulder followed suit drawing my attention. It painfully expanded beginning to rip through my arm sleeve.

I could still feel something moving inside my womb as my belly continued its growth spurt. I could feel my neck thickening now. I cried and whimpered aloud as my breasts began to inflate. My nipples throbbed even more. Pop. They both shot out, but they wouldn’t stop.

Slowly they continued stretching away from my chest. My nipple rings tore clean off and my breasts gurgled and wiggled inside my bra. I doubled over again as they tripled in girth and weight. I could feel my thighs still expanding. Riiiip. My butt burst clean through the back of my shorts.

I felt my legs lengthen speedily, forcing me to grow and grow and grow some more. My abdomen still thickened, growing whatever beasts were clawing at my insides. Riiiip. My attention shot back to my chest. My breasts were billowing out of my shirt. They jiggled like jello; I grasped them wincing as I did.

Sweat beaded across the hot surface of my skin. A burning like I’d never felt before. The black fur spread across my massive mammaries and quickly shot up over my shoulders and down my back. My spine kept cracking and popping as I grew even taller. I stood higher than my house—which is two floors tall.

The nearby fifteen foot windmill was already shortening before me. Please God… Please let this be a terrible nightmare. I mentally pleaded. Out of nowhere I felt that agonizing hot wave run up my neck and back into my skull. “UGHHH HUUUOOOWWWWW!” I teared up some more as my jaw cracked. I gritted my teeth which were sharpening more and more. Drool ran down the corners of my lips which began to tighten.

I screamed as loud as my booming lungs could muster. My upper and lower jaws were cracking and popping, lengthening even slower than my hands did. I grasped the sides of my head as the fur spread down my growing snout like wildfire. It kept snapping and stretching; my ears ached as they grew bigger and pointier, before sliding up to the top of my head.

With one last sick gurgle my stomach grew efen more, nearly causing me to fall over. I gazed down at my feet that were bigger than my Chevy Silverado. When I looked to my right I could see a huge portion of my home town. What happened to me? I thought. Suddenly the ground shook beneath my feet.

It came from behind me. Off in the distance a massive dark figure appeared from behind one of the tallest mountains surrounding my home town. The figure appeared to be watching me, yet I didn’t feel scared. “Come to me my queen,” the voice said in my head. “Who are you?” I replied. The wolfish giant extended a hand that was even bigger than my own. When our claws met I felt safe. The gnawing babies in my belly squirmed excitedly at the touch. I knew this would be the moment to begin the rest of my life. The birthing was about to commence. I could feel my vagina throbbing from the labor pains as I followed my master across the mountain and towards a nearby expanse of field. My master. My lover. My…Craig.