Eric spent the entire day with Cassie. Most of the time the two spent fucking each other's brains out. Which was fine with Eric. He gave up resisting the lust, and found giving in was far more enjoyable. And the changes his body was going through weren't half bad. His cock was bigger, his balls were fuller, his muscles were more defined, and he was hairier. All in all, he didn't think much was wrong with that. He was always getting teased about not being "man" enough. Next time anyone saw him in the locker room, they'd keep their mouth shut.
Cassie was on cloud nine as well. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this horny. Not even the night of her first transformation, and that had been rough with no one around to relieve her of the heat. Eric was the best partner she'd had, granted she hadn't had that many to begin with.
"So, aside from the awesome sex, what else do werewolves do?" Eric asked. The two had moved their love making from the floor of the living room up to Cassie's bed. There was still a wet spot on the carpet from where the two had been lying, but it wasn't too noticeable. Cassie guessed her parents wouldn't mind. They were usually cool with that sort of thing anyway. They didn't care that their daughter was sexually active at nineteen, so long as she took her pills.
"Um, I don't know. I've never met any other werewolves. Aside from the one who bit me that is, of course he didn't stick around to explain anything to me. And maybe you, if we keep doing this." Cassie said, eying Eric's cock. It was true, after hours of passion, his body was looking more and more wolf-like. His shaft was now ten inches when flaccid, and housed inside a sheath. His balls were the size of apples, kept inside a furry, dark gray sack. His canine teeth appeared a bit longer than normal, and his sense of smell was stronger.
"As bizarre as it may sound, I think I could get used to this. I don't know if I'd want to go all the way, so to speak. But this isn't so bad. I can hide this easy enough, can't I?" Eric said.
"I suppose. Thank you for not being mad at me."
"I won't lie, I was earlier. But it's amazing what sex does. Besides it's not like you wanted to do this to me. You weren't in control."
"Thank you Eric." Cassie hugged him, her breasts squeezed between them. Eric returned her tight embrace, enjoying her scent. It was familiar and comforting. He didn't want to be away from it. Eric wondered how much of that was the lust, and how much was influenced by his new instincts.
"Hey, not exactly how I thought my weekend would go, but it's certainly better than what I expected." Eric said, stroking Cassie's long dark hair. He would have liked to remain that way, wrapped in her arms sharing an intimate moment when they both heard a car door slam shut.
"Shit, my parents!" Cassie said, leaping from the bed. She scrambled, grabbing their clothes and instructing Eric to wait there. Cassie ran out of her bedroom with her pants still undone, and without a shirt on. She did have enough time to throw on underwear. Eric dressed himself quickly, then pressed his ear to the back of the door. He heard Cassie greeting her parents, asking how their shopping was.
Eric couldn't much more than that, so he sat down on Cassie's bed. He looked around the room, having not had the opportunity to examine his surroundings until now. He'd been a little preoccupied before. Cassie's room was plain, boxes of her things scattered around the room. Eric found a leather bound journal tucked under a stack of books. It caught his eye because of the long scratch marks on the cover.
He carefully removed it from the bottom of the pile and ran his fingers over the jagged lines. It didn't take too much brain power to realize Cassie must have wolfed out and done this. Eric casually browsed the pages, hoping this wasn't a secret diary detailing Cassie's most intimate thoughts. It was, in fact, a journal chronicling everything that had happened to her since her attack.
"Entry 9,
I must be losing my mind because I'd swear I'm getting hairier every day. I wake up and find my legs covered in hair. Then in the evening, after I've spent most of the morning shaving, the hair is back. Does this have something to do with what happened last weekend? That attack, I don't even remember what happened. I was attacked by some creature, that's all I know. And I only know because that's what everyone told me. I must have blacked out.
But what's going on? Am I just going crazy with hormones, or is it something else?"
Eric flipped ahead a few months later, roughly six months after Cassie's first change.
"Entry 33,
I can just change my hands or feet now. Haven't tried my face or tail, not that I'd want to. It's getting easier, but I'm not sure if I should be happy or not. What does that mean, what's going to happen next? There's so much I don't know, and I don't have anyone to talk to.
Mike broke up with me last week, that's why I didn't write. He didn't tell me why, but I know it's because of his new tail. I keep telling myself it's small, like two inches, and he'll be able to keep it hidden. But I still did that to him. I wasn't even transformed when we had sex, and I still fucked up. What now? I can't even have a relationship without worrying I'll turn my boyfriend into a raving monster like me.
And holy mother of fuck, the heat's starting to come back. I checked a calendar, it's a week until the full moon. At least I know when to expect this stuff. It's so intense though, I'm worried about how much worse it'll get the closer to the moon it gets. Yesterday, I saw some lady walking her dog past the house and the only thing I could think about was how nice that dog's cock would be inside me. I'm disgusting. I have to stop this, or at least learn to control myself. I won't let myself..."
"Eric?"
