The Change (Paid Post #4)

Ever since that one party, Devin had always been rebirthed every full moon to party again and again. Just get super drunk and bro out with the dudes you know? And last night he got SUPER wasted! So wasted that when his friends dared him to put on the panties they found in his bag and dance around the bar, he did it with no embarrassment. He even kept them on when he put his pants back on. His brain was completely shut off. They were also completely blasted, like always, so blasted they never actually ask why they only see him 3 nights a month, and why were they always on the full moon. But he couldn't tell them, they wouldn't ever believe him.

Devin headed back to his home, the one with the pretty wire headboard, and mirror vanity. He looked down and saw his erection trying to rip it's way through his slacks. He had to do something about that. So he unzipped and let his pants his the floor. He reached his hands into the panties he was wearing and just started jerking as fast as he could. He needed that pleasure, he needed to feel good, just one last time.

So he jerked himself faster, he could feel his fingers getting softer. “Oh no” he moaned, “Not yet” He looked out and he saw the sun coming up. FUCK, morning twilight. He was going to have to be quick.

He was jerking like crazy as he felt his hair tickling his ears, then his neck and soon was slipping between his shoulder blades. He had to hurry, he had to release. His cock was getting harder, but for how long? His fingers were already pretty dainty. That both turned him on and worried him he didn't know if he had enough time,

“Damn this fucking curse.” He swore as he lunged himself onto his back and tore at his shirt, he yanked at his collar as it ripped down the seam on the side. Exposing his chest that was getting smoother by the second. He squinted on his back as he felt his face tightening up. Cheek bones raising, lashes stretching, lips plumping. He really had to hurry she was almost out, She was about to relinquish control again.

He jerked faster and felt his balls bouncing in those panties, but only for a moment as he could feel them dwindling, shrinking, becoming cute little pussy lips. “No! Not yet!”

Devin could feel her taking over, her moans were swimming in his head, he could even hear her voice, “You better squeeze tighter Devin, I don't think you're gonna cum in time with a grip that loose.”

“Shut up bitch!” Devin growled between her teeth. That's right they were her teeth. He could feel his grip loosening as his ass swelled into those blue panties. “No, no no! I can't let you have-” Devin's voice squeezed and lifted up two octaves. “This!” It was her voice, It was Deborah.

He couldn't control his hands as they slammed down onto the mattress and gripped the sheets. “It's too late,” she said out loud. Her breasts were swelling onto her chest. She squeezed her glutes as that rod twitched and throbbed begging to be touched. It squirted and came as it shrank, with each pump of cum out the tip it shrank another inch and then another until there was nothing but a pretty little pussy between those legs.

Deborah bit her lip as the resulting orgasm rocked her body once more and she collapsed back into the sheets. She absolutely hated being a were-man, but she had to admit, those times when Devin was stupid enough to try and cum right before he changed, were a definite perk.