Megan had always known there was something different about her growing up. Although no one else would have guessed quite what that 'something different' was about her, not really.
She had long dark curly hair, and pale white skin. She wore thick-rimmed dark glasses, and always wore unflattering baggy jumpers and jeans, and was seen as something as a geek throughout her school life. She had few friends, and those she did were similar in their dress sense and all-round geekiness. She was super-intelligent, and had studied hard at school to get t a bunch of A-grades in all her exams, as well as a first class degree at university, but still she was seen as different, geeky and weird. The friends she did had weren't the kind of friends other girls might have, she never had sleepovers or any friend over to her family home, she never went out, she was a recluse.
But Megan had a secret. A reason why she was keeping her body so wrapped up and hidden from the world, a reason why she never let anyone get close to her, including her family. Most of the time she just stayed in her room, coming out only to go and study, or to eat. Her family had worried about her for a long time, but eventually had just accepted that was the way she was, they had no idea of what that 'something different' really was either.
Megan's family was especially large, and maybe some put it down to that -- "middle-child syndrome" some call it. The middle daughter in an otherwise normal family also tends to have something slightly weird about them don't they? But this was harmless, just some geeky weirdness and lack of social skills, or so everyone else thought.
Her father, Michael, was a well-built former amateur boxer. He had a chiselled jaw, and a chiselled body. He would do that Rocky thing even now, constantly training, slurping down raw eggs to build his weight, and beating his punch bag in the basement. His day job was boring office work, but it was in boxing and the gym where his real passion lay. Looking at Michael, most boys in the neighbourhood were immediately scared off dating either of his daughters for fear of what Michael might do to them, but Megan's younger sister Carly hadn't let that stop her developing into quite the little nympho, in fact Megan considered that maybe the risks of her dad finding out were part of what urged Carly on. No such luck for Megan though, whilst she thought about sex constantly, boys were not interested in her weird and frumpy ways, and to be fair she could not envisage a day when it would happen, with what she knew about herself. So by aged 21, Megan was still a virgin.
Megan's mother, Theresa, was a dark-haired, Mediterranean-tanned hottie. Younger than Michael by some 10 years, she had been allured by his rugged good looks and bulging biceps. Megan had inherited her mother's dark hair certainly, but not the skin. The pale white skin would never tan, although maybe it would have helped if she spent more time outdoors in the summer, instead of locked away in her room or in the library studying, but Megan was as pale as a porcelain doll, and this was only accentuated more by the dark curls of her long, but often messy, unstyled hair. Megan was not one for grooming, she didn't go in for all that like her mother and sister did, she didn't think it mattered. The dark hair inherited from her mother did not stop just at her head, she was naturally very hairy, just like her mother. But whilst Theresa spent hours 'defluffing' as she called it, removing all traces of hair from her body, with the exception of her head of long-dark straightened hair, Megan just let it be.
This was part of Megan's fears. The reason perhaps that she was the way she was. You see she had tried early on to 'defluff', but her hair seemed to grown unnaturally fast. That along with the other 'differences' she noted during her childhood had led to her reclusive ways, and now at 21 she felt no need to fight the unnatural growth. So it was that unbeknownst to anyone, that underneath Megan's layers of clothes, she was covered in her strange fur. Her legs were as hairy as any man she had ever seen, swirling strands of dark hair from her shins up to her thighs. Her virgin pussy covered with a thick dark layer of fur, a treasure trail thick and black dancing up her slightly chubby belly up to her belly button, swirls of dark hair around the areola of her pert but ample breasts. Her arms too had thick dark curls of hair just like her legs. Her back was pretty much hair- free apart from the area just above the crack of her ass, where tufts of hair sprouted from deep into the crevice.
Every time she had tried to remove the hair by going through the pain of shaving, waxing or exfoliating, they had come back within hours, and whilst at first she would persist over and over again, hoping they would not come back this time, they always did, and now she had given up trying. That's the reason she had kept herself covered up for so long, avoiding any exposure of any part of her body to the outside world, but that wasn't the whole story. There was something else going on in Megan's life, something much more difficult for her to live with.
Going back to the body hair issue though, she had in fact come to love her hair. She had seen photographs on the Internet of numerous hairy women and been surprised by the number of men who liked that sort of thing. Sometimes when alone in her room she would imitate their poses whilst standing in front of the mirror, and she became more confident in her natural womanly state. She stayed covered up of course, as there were far more people, mainly other women, who looked down on body hair than there were found it attractive, but when on her own, she loved the feeling of stroking her hairy legs or twiddling the sprouts of hair from her nipples round her fingers.
Carly, her younger sister, obviously didn't have the same issues as she did. She too had the dark Mediterranean tan and dark hair, but like her mother, Carly spent hours 'defluffing'. Carly was two years younger than Megan, and exactly the kind of babe that Megan had once wished she could be. She had a petite frame, with gorgeous long legs which she revealed often in her short little dresses. She had a firm, tight ass that sent guys wild, and she was very popular. She was always out clubbing and meeting men. She rarely stayed at home as she was fucking someone pretty much every night. As the youngest daughter, daddy's little girl, she was spoilt rotten. She had him completely wrapped around her little finger. She didn't work yet, and had dropped out of college, but Daddy was paying for her to maintain her status as the town bike, even if he didn't know what he was paying for.
Even Jason, Megan's older brother, didn't seem to be affected by whatever it was that had affected Megan. He was very similar in looks to his father, though slightly less rugged having never boxed or got his nose broken. He was a very good looking man, and every girl Megan knew would have given their right arm for one night with him. He carried himself as smooth and charming, and at this point had a long-term girlfriend, Kelly, who was a hot blonde, exactly his type.
Megan wasn't sure yet whether she was gay, straight or bi. She had never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Never been kissed, and still a virgin. She had a feeling that she was bi, because of how hot she found all the women in her life, the models she was looking at on the Internet, as well as her mother, sister and brother's girlfriend. But equally she had enjoyed watching porn on the Internet, watching a well-endowed man roughly take a girl from behind for instance, she longed to feel a cock inside her. But she didn't think it would ever happen to her, she had to keep herself bottled up, under control, but it got more difficult every single day, a huge pressure building inside her waiting to explode.
You see Megan's biggest, most shocking secret, even moreso than the unnatural hair growth, was her insatiable desire for all things sexual. It was strongest when there was full moon, and through her hours of study researching what might be wrong with her, she had often considered the idea that maybe she was some kind of werewolf. But that instead of wanting to devour people, when the transformation happened she wanted to fuck everything, anything.
She stayed in her room all the time, because the feelings of lust were often controllable. She imagined her rugged, manly father pinning her down and prizing her tight virgin pussy wide open with his huge cock. She imagined her mother and sister and brother's girlfriend all over her, licking her sopping wet cunt, her brother's cock filling her mouth with seed. She imagined being cum all over by hundreds of guys, being pissed on and spat on. She imagined being tied up, her super-sensitive nipples clamped and tweaked, to be spanked hard till her ass cheeks were bright red. The thoughts and the fantasies just kept coming.
She had reverted to the Internet to try and help her ease the building pressure, by watching pornography and learning about everything sexual she could consume. There was no fetish that didn't appeal to her, she wanted to get a webcam and exhibit herself to the world, to be adored as a sex object by millions. But she had to keep self control, she had to stop herself, especially on a full moon, from exposing the disgusting desires that filled her every thought.
Megan locked herself in her room, and tried to relieve the pressure by masturbating. Touching herself, fucking herself with her hairbrush, stealing large pointy objects she found around the house to insert into cunt or her ass later, always needing a different sensation to try to get the release she needed, but the pressure just keep building regardless. Even after the momentary pause following one of her insanely powerful orgasms, as every orgasm she had was, the thoughts remained. It was just like the hair, she could try to get rid of the desires she had inside her by fingering them away, but in no time they were back.
She dreaded the odd occasion when during a full moon, she would be called out of her room by someone. Her mother or father perhaps nagging again about the fact that she's always locked up in her room, and why doesn't she come out. Sometimes, on those nights, she could get away with it, remaining hidden in her cell. She thought of it as a cell at those times, because it was protecting her family from what she might do if she came out. Other times they were so insistent she had to come out, albeit briefly. She'd open the door to her room, her dad standing there wanting her to come and join them downstairs. She'd refuse of course, it would be too much, but the powerful urge just to dive down and stick her daddy's fat cock in her mouth, or pull him inside to fuck her senseless was always there, overwhelming her, she had to be quick to make her excuses and get back inside to finger herself to yet another powerful orgasm.
The pressure kept building, and she knew that at some point, she just wouldn't be able to control herself anymore, she knew that sometime soon something was going to send her over the edge, but still she tried to bottle it.
Maybe she was some kind of werewolf? She had the fur, she had the uncontrollable desires that werewolves had, particularly around a full moon. What other explanation could there be? Maybe it was because she had been born on Halloween she thought, and she had researched this too with some success.
She eventually came across stories of other women with similar conditions to hers. The unnaturally fast-growing body hair, the affect of the full moon, the insatiable desire for sex. But the stories seemed all to be fictional, she could not find any mention of it really happening to anyone. Maybe if there were others, they were all in the same position as her, trying to control themselves, locking themselves in a room away from prying eyes, trying to find out more online.
She set up a site, appealing for others to come forwards, but all she got was pervy guys telling her how hot body hair was, and how they wanted to fuck her. The thought of all these strangers wanting her turned her on so much, it was just adding to the pressure, it was just making her more and more insatiable.
