The Wereslut Blooms

Curse of the Wereslut

Chapter 5: The Wereslut Blooms

It didn't take long for the mutual support group to become a mutual masturbation group, and then beat the supposedly low odds to become a full-blown orgy. TF later admitted that it happened about a third of the time, usually when new members arrived. I rolled my eyes, wishing she'd issued a warning or a disclaimer, but figured her slut side probably looked forward to it and overrode her other priorities.

Knowing that I had three nights of total debauchery to get through, I counted it a small mercy that a full moon on a Saturday night would mean the least possible disruption of my daily routines I could hope for. Not wanting to risk an incident at work, I arranged for a three-day weekend, curious to see just how soon my first true transformation would start.

Feeling scientific, I spent the next couple of weeks taking all kinds of measurements twice a day, charting the changes in my body and trying to rate my horniness on a ten-point scale. I gave up the rating game after a few days, because it became obvious that my sluttiness was mostly influenced by opportunity. I could be simmering along at what I guessed was a four, but if a likely-looking man or woman admired me or made a pass, I was boiling in seconds, hot and wet and more than ready.

When Friday rolled around I was anxious but also curious to see just how things would unfold. Vicki had offered to come over to help me through the transition, but I'd asked her to let me be alone for it. We fucked each other two or three nights a week, whenever we couldn't resist our urges or find another outlet, and I had mixed feelings about the fact that we were almost dating. I have to admit, too, that I was still harboring a very faint hope that I wouldn't actually metamorphose into a dumb slut with giant tits after all.

I didn't bother getting dressed that morning, telling myself it was in the interests of science to observe my body closely, but that was probably a rationalization. It simply felt good to be naked, and constantly examining my nude body in mirrors was turning me on. By lunchtime I was edging myself with my fingers, resigned to the reality that some kind of change was building up inside me. Fortunately, I seemed to plateau at a marginally controllable level of arousal, unlike that first evening after my infection. I was dripping and panting, unwilling or unable to make myself cum, but I wasn't completely out of my right mind.

My body transformed at a speed that was just below the threshold of notice. I watched myself in the mirror and couldn't see any differences, but if I closed my eyes and counted for sixty seconds, my titties would be obviously bigger when I looked again. I giggled when they finally swelled to the point I could suck my own nipples, then started moaning as I added that to my masturbation, although I still didn't manage to bring myself to a climax.

An alarm on my phone went off, which was set for what I thought was sunset. I expected some kind of dramatic change of circumstances might occur at that point, but I was apparently a few minutes off. I kept playing with myself through the alert and for a little while after, but then I was abruptly no longer in complete control.

The Slut was driving my body, and while I could influence my actions a little, Amanda was just a passenger, or at best a navigator. Mandi walked to my closet and pulled out a tiny dress I hadn't been able to resist buying after Vicki's shopping story. It didn't fit my regular curves, much less the exaggerated ones I was sporting just then, and it became translucent as it stretched in a futile effort to accommodate my bulging boobs and bouncy ass. I stepped into a pair of heels and gave myself one last look in the mirror, both loving and hating the way my face was flushed and my hair lightly damp with perspiration. I knew instinctively that my sweat would only help ensnare a partner for the night, or hopefully more than one.

***

It was easy for Mandi-Me to skip to the head of the line to get into the club. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the people who tried to convince the doorman that they were with me, and I made the bear of a man nearly swoon when I gave him a kiss and a grope of gratitude for letting me in. It felt like he had a pretty massive package in his pants, so I figured he might be a good back-up plan if my primary mission failed.

I made my way to the dance floor, scanning the crowd for likely-looking couples. My gyrations drew a lot of attention, especially since they resulted in frequent peeks at my private parts. It was a little too dark for people to see through the dress easily, but differently-colored spotlights would shine down on a slow cycle, illuminating me and showcasing my barely concealed nipples for the other dancers.

Plenty of people, men and women both, would sidle up and start dancing or grinding against me, and while I welcomed the attention, I didn't do much to encourage anyone. I had a specific hankering to seduce a couple, so all the desperate singles were interesting to me only as consolation prizes if I couldn't find what I sought.

Finally, after more than a half-hour of bouncing and rubbing, I marked my prey. I use the term advisedly, because in the moment I felt like a predator, or at least how I imagined one would feel. My senses got more alert as I focused on the pair, largely filtering out other stimuli. My perception of the man and woman were sharp and clear while everything else seemed kind of slow and fuzzy by comparison. They had just gotten on the floor, dancing with each other on the periphery of the crowd, and seemed to have eyes only for one another. I smiled to myself, thinking they were perfect for my plans.

I began dancing and slinking toward my targets in a roundabout kind of way, as if stalking them, but without giving away my interest until I was close enough to pounce. On a purely physical level they seemed almost absurdly mismatched. The man was tall and very thin, probably having about a foot of height on my own five-and-a-half feet. The woman, meanwhile, was likely a bit under five feet, but stacked and curvy despite her otherwise petite size. I licked my lips with anticipation.

"Hi, I'm Mandi!" I chirped as I smoothly slid between the two dancers when they stepped far enough apart. I was facing the girl, who looked surprised and a little annoyed. I quickly put my arms on her shoulders and leaned in close, pressing my cleavage to her face in much the same way Vicki had introduced herself to me. Our height difference was very convenient for the maneuver, and with my heels I could just barely raise my booty high enough to bump the tall guy's crotch with it.

"Excuse me?!" shouted the lanky man, trying to step away from me but bumping into some other dancers with his own ass. The short girl had struggled for a moment, but being trapped in the sweaty valley of my tits was having a positive effect on her enthusiasm. The movement of the crowd jostled the man back into me, so I spun around and leapt up, basically forcing him to catch me by the thighs. "What the hell?" he yelled.

"I'm Mandi!" I repeated helpfully, rubbing my face against his neck and giving it a little lick. He coughed nervously and tried to put me down, but his date or girlfriend or whatever had closed the gap once more; she was hesitantly feeling up my ass, palming the exposed lower cheeks. "You two just make the cutest couple!" I gushed. "Mind if I join you?"

"Um, well, actually..." the man started to say, trying to make eye contact with the shortie but not succeeding, thanks to me and the general press of other dancers, even though we were still on the outer edge of the crowd.

"Sure!" the young woman shouted, and I could feel a twitch of surprise in the tall man, followed by a rigidity in his posture, and perhaps the beginning of the same stiffness in his pants. "My name's Melons! I mean, Melanie! My boyfriend is Shawn!"

I wiggled my way out of the man's grip, please to notice that he copped a bit of a feel as I did so. I turned back to Melanie and said, "Pleased to meet your melons!" as I reached out and squeezed the breasts in question. She seemed to blush, although it was hard to tell thanks to the lights, and her nervous grin clearly conveyed both interest and anxiety. She wanted me, but probably didn't quite believe herself just then.

Shawn tried to interject a question, but I cut off his fumbling words by shouting, "Let's dance!" I turned my performance up to eleven, so to speak, dropping moves I couldn't have accomplished on my own, easily ensnaring Shawn and Melanie, not to mention many of our admirers.

I wriggled and bounced, snaking and twining my way between and around my prey, using them as props for my lascivious moves. I treated Shawn not unlike a stripper's pole, grinding my wet crotch against his while my legs wrapped around him. I bent over backwards and let my face land in little Melanie's proud cleavage, noticing with a grin that she seemed to have adjusted her top to display her tits better. Shawn's erection throbbed against my cunt, and I could feel Mel's moans through her breasts. I judged that they were ready and called out, "Maybe we should find someplace quieter and cozier!"

***

"Oh my God, yes, right there!" Melanie squeaked, shivering and twitching while I licked her clit, tickling her inner walls with two fingers at the same time. She was a woman who didn't seem to get very wet, unlike me, and I wondered how much lube she had to buy to accommodate her boyfriend's abnormally long dick. Said penis was sliding in and out of my pussy while I contemplated the mechanics of their normal lust. Shawn wasn't especially girthy in the cock department, so perhaps he didn't stretch her all that much, though I had a hard time imagining where the head would wind up if he managed to bottom out in his diminutive girlfriend.

In the case of my own depths, Shawn was regularly bumping up against my cervix, although it caused me no pain. It seemed to be further inside me than normal, too, considering that men with shorter cocks had managed the same feat in my pre-slut days. Vicki and I hadn't really discussed whether we had some kind of enhanced vaginal elasticity as part of our wereslut package, but the evidence seemed undeniable.

"You have the cutest 'lil pussy I ever did see!" I commented, returning my full attention to the sex at hand. "And it's so fresh and sweet!" I was laying it on a bit thick, but I wasn't really lying. Her lips were as petite as the rest of her, a delicate rose-pink, and whatever floral body wash she favored was a delightful complement to her natural odors of sweat and lust. "You're so yummy!" I concluded, batting her clit with my tongue and making her scream.

"You're so wet!" Shawn said, squeezing my ass cheeks as he pounded me. "Slippery!" he added, and I doubted he was particularly experienced with dirty talk if that was the best he could do. It was a little amusing, but I hadn't decided to seduce him for his repartee, so I just wiggled my hips a little to let him know it turned me on, continuing my oral assault on his girlfriend.

"Oh my God, I'm about to cum!" Melanie said, gasping for breath. "I can't believe it! God, you're so good at that!" Her belly started undulating and her thighs clamped themselves tightly against my head. She cried out wordlessly, screeching vowel sounds interrupted by feral grunting, accompanied by surprising ejaculations of fluid I didn't know she had.

"Did I just squirt?" Melanie asked weakly after I forced her to part her legs again, letting her see my shiny, dripping face.

"You sure did, babe!" I confirmed, making a show of gathering up rivulets of her juice that I could feel running down my cheeks. "I guess you're the kind of girl where if it rains, it pours!" I said with a wink, sucking my finger clean noisily. Melanie's face was too flushed to show if she was embarrassed, although something in her eyes suggested that she was uncomfortable about the strength or wetness of her orgasm. Possibly she was worried it would hurt Shawn's pride that I could make her cum so fiercely.

For better or for worse, her boyfriend was too distracted by my wonderful cunt to pay close attention to what we were saying. He mumbled something about 'so hot' before speeding up and reaching his crescendo. I'd already cum twice: once by my fingers while Melanie and I jointly blew him as a prelude, and again shortly after he'd started fucking me once he'd recovered. I wasn't at all disappointed to feel him nutting in my canal, although I hoped he was virile enough to get it back up at least once more before I left their apartment.

While Shawn collapsed in a chair and tried to catch his breath, I crawled forward until I could make out with Melanie. She was hesitant to accept my kisses at first, muttering, "You smell like my kitty." I grinned and meowed, which made her laugh, and after a little more insistence she started getting into it, eventually going so far as to lick the residue of her juices from my skin.

"Time to return the favor!" I whispered, sliding a finger into her mouth, one that was wet with a combination of my own cream and her boyfriend's cum. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment, then grew hazy with renewed lust. We rolled over so that she was on top, and the petite beauty began kissing her way down my body on the way to her prize. She spent rather a lot of time worshipping my melons, not that I can blame her, but continued willingly enough when I gently pushed her head lower.

There's a common expression about enthusiasm making up for lack of experience. That has not been universally true, in my considered opinion, but Melanie's growing enthusiasm with each lick did in fact compensate for a general lack of skill. Even lackluster oral is better than none, and by the time she drove me to another climax she was a few rungs up from mediocre, having been very attentive to various cues about what I liked most. "Oh my God, I can't believe I licked Shawn's cum out of your kitty!" she exclaimed, once I released her from my own reflexive thigh-lock. "I only swallow his stuff once in a while!" she added, idly running her fingers along the skin of my leg and staring dreamily into my eyes.

"Let's try to get him hard again," I suggested, tweaking my nipples. "Then maybe I can slurp his jizz out of your cute 'lil cunny!"