Foreword
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Curse of the Wereslut
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Curse of the Wereslut
Chapter 2: The Wereslut Awakens
I was back at home and standing in the shower, trying to center myself. At that particular moment, I was leaning towards believing the whole thing was a hallucination or a drug trip or something like that. The idea that I had just been completely wrong about how deliciously hot Vicki was seemed more credible than the idea of magically contagious sluttiness. Even the fact that I was humping my loofah while remembering the impossibly torrid night of lesbian sex I'd enjoyed wasn't enough to sway my desperate conviction that it was all a fantasy or mistake.
My small climax in the tub only made me more horny, and I puttered around the house for a little while, feeling restless and energetic. Despite the fact that my hair was still damp from the shower, I decided to go for a jog to try to burn off some of my jitters, and the earlier I left the better, given the intense summer heat. My exercise outfit seemed a little tight, but a glance in the mirror convinced me that it looked fine; I caressed my curves appreciatively a few times before grabbing my supplies and heading out.
I'm a good-looking woman, objectively speaking. Even if I'm not on the tier of models and actresses, I'm accustomed to attracting a fair amount of attention when dressed in form-fitting clothes and making things flex and bounce. More heads were turning than normal that morning, and when I went around corners I could see that a small crowd of other joggers had decided to keep pace behind me. I think if that had happened in the past, I'd have been worried, uncomfortable, or maybe annoyed. In my new condition, it increased my lust.
Even though I was enjoying the attention, I did still feel an inkling of concern, so I increased my speed and turned onto a path that wound its way through a grassy park area. Most of my fan club dispersed, perhaps taking my faster stride as a sign of fear and feeling guilty for their actions; the small number that continued following me allowed themselves to fall further behind, which made me feel both relieved and disappointed.
I ran around the park three or four times, much more than I would ordinarily have done, yet I could tell I was nowhere near exhaustion. The runner's high was making me kind of euphoric, but even elevated levels of energy couldn't quench thirst, so I eventually forced myself to stop near the water fountain to take a long drink. I heard an indrawn breath behind me and turned my head enough to see a man, maybe a few years younger than me, with his eyes glued to my ass. From his attire I could see he was on the local college's track team, and I'm pretty sure he was in my original crowd of followers.
When the guy noticed me noticing him he blushed and tried to stammer an apology. I probably would have pretended to ignore him and continued my run if I'd been in my right mind, but instead I walked over and pressed my finger to his lips, shushing him, then took his hand in mine.
The young man didn't resist at all when I led him to the squat concrete box nearby that housed a few sinks and toilets. Entering the men's room, I turned around and stood on my toes to give him the most passionate kiss I could muster. I put one arm around his neck for support and let my other hand massage the growing bulge in his shorts. He was completely unsure what to do at first, and it seemed to take forever before his hands began hesitantly touching my hips.
I broke our kiss and pulled back slightly, which gave him a chance to try speaking. I shushed him again, before he managed to articulate anything other than a dazed-sounding, "What?"
"Shut up and play with my tits!" I demanded, pulling my exercise top up to expose the breasts in question. They were definitely larger than they had been earlier that morning, and it was something of a struggle to get them out of the stretchy material. My nipples were rigid and looked to be a brighter shade of red than normal. I moaned happily as he cupped my swollen orbs and brushed his thumbs against the hard nubs.