David Kraics Jr
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A Hairy Situation (werewolf story)
🕑 Added 2022-10-05 17:29:00 +0000 UTC(I decided to try a bit of an experiment with this one. Disclaimer for Nudity, painful transformation, and some slight sexual themes, but nothing too risky actually happens. Viewer discretion is advised.)
It was a late Sunday evening in October. Carlos needed to get out of town. He’d delayed for far too long, and now people were going to be in danger if he didn’t do something.
He marched out into the woods and stomped out as far and fast as his body could take him. Carlos had a secluded spot hidden away in the forest; an old cabin deep in the woods. Nobody would bother him there… nor would anyone get hurt.
It had been half a year since his condition began. He feared telling anyone about it; the last one who outwardly told folks about their condition wound up being shot with a silver bullet… in broad daylight! That scared the hell out of Carlos; he’d rather just keep things under wraps himself. And so far, he’d managed to keep things a secret without incident… or worse, loss of life. He moved away from his old hometown to a quiet little place in the state of Lincoln. He’d bought some land that was on sale, and it even came with an old abandoned hunter’s cabin. The perfect place for secrets.
Carlos stepped up to the cabin door and unlocked it. He stepped in, re-locked the door behind himself, and then set to work hiding the key somewhere... somewhere he’d forget about for the night. After that, he double-checked that he had enough food rations to last through the night. He didn’t have to use the can, and his phone was shut off. The windows were barred, as was the door; there’d be no getting out tonight.
All he had to do now… was lock himself in chains.
The first step was always the most awkward; stripping down naked. Carlos didn't want to ruin any sets of clothes… but it still felt weird being in the nude. After that, he made sure his ankles and thighs were bound first, followed by one arm; he'd need the other arm free if he wanted to escape in the morning, after all.
"Okay…" Carlos took a deep breath and shut his eyes. "Hopefully I'll be asleep. Hopefully, there won't be a disaster tonight. I've taken the precautions, and there's no chance of it going wrong…" He leaned his head back and tried to go to sleep. "Everything… will be… okay…"
Eventually, Carlos did fall asleep… but it wouldn't last.
Boom.
Something shook the cabin.
Boom.
It was getting louder.
BOOM.
Carlos was forced awake. Immediately he gasped; it was the middle of the night. He hadn’t made it through yet.
BOOM!
Everything shook even more. What was going on out there?! Carlos got his answer… but he didn't like it. After another shake, something began to move around outside his barred window. It was hard to make the shape, but it seemed to move rapidly. Then it stopped… and moved away.
CRASH!
Something big was forced through the window, smashing the planks and glass down to the floor.
“No!” Carlos yelled on instinct. “Don’t let in the moonlight!”
But whatever it was didn’t listen; it moved away again… and was soon replaced by a great, blue eye. The eye looked right at Carlos… and then someone chuckled.
“Well, what have we here?” Asked a playful voice. “A little human, all locked up?”
Suddenly the whole cabin rumbled as the big eye moved away. Dust fell from the roof as the wood creaked and groaned. Carlos gasped and shook in his chains.
“No…” He said with pale skin and shivering limbs. “Please, don’t…”
CRASH!
The roof was suddenly torn away from the cabin and moved to the side. Looking up, the first thing Carlos saw was a cloudy night sky; nothing could shine down. But what little relief he’d had was quickly swept away, as the form of the being that tore his cabin apart leaned down to grin at him.
A giantess.
She had long, flowing yellow hair, and mischievous green eyes. The giantess wore cloth rags awkwardly stitched together. And as she sat around the remains of Carlos’s cabin, she licked her lips and snickered.
"My, my, my…" She said as she reached down for Carlos. "it's a little man, all locked up in chains. You're making it WAY too easy, sweetheart."
Carlos was swiftly lifted into the air. The giantess snickered as she held him in one hand, her eyes studying his features. And while she was doing that… the clouds began to move.
“Eat me!” He called out.
The giantess was genuinely stopped. She blinked and looked at him suspiciously. “Excuse me?”
“Do whatever you want to me, but just get me concealed!” Carlos yelled. “Hurry! There’s not much time!”
“Now just stop right there.” The giantess scolded. “There’s no fun in just shoving my food down my gullet in a hurry. I prefer to play.”
“There’s no time for playing!” Carlos cried desperately. “There’s no time! There’s no-“
Carlos suddenly flinched, like something stabbed through his heart. His skin suddenly felt very cold… and everything was oh so bright. He tried as hard as he could, but Carlos felt the urge to turn his head toward the sky…
And there it was, hovering in the heavens. The Full Moon.
Carlos looked away and screamed… as he lost control of his body. His skin itched and burned; he scratched at himself wildly. The bones in his body rumbled and cracked as they split and mutated. He tore away at his skin… to reveal the fur forming beneath. His face grew longer, and his teeth became sharp.
“What in the…?” The giantess looked down at Carlos in shock and confusion; she plopped him back down in the torn-open cabin and watched as he writhed in his chains. More fur sprouted around him, and his screams became inhuman.
After another minute of Carlos wailing and screaming… his transformation was complete. He was turned away from the giantess as she peered down at him. He continued to writhe and shake in his chains, while his free hand swung wildly about. Or rather… free paw. He panted heavily through his elongated snout, and his ears shifted about to take in the many sounds of the forest. And all the while, the giantess looked down at him incredulously.
“You’re…” She stammered. “You’re one of those… what do you call it…” She snapped her fingers. “Why-wolf?”
Carlos growled. He shook in his chains as he tried to break through them. He snapped at the air and scratched long cuts into the floorboards with his free hand. At one point he tried dragging himself forward toward the broken window to try and get free.
"Oh no, you don't!" The giantess exclaimed. She reached down to grab him. "You may have gotten all furry, but you're still my dinner! Don't think that-!"
Chomp!
Carlos sank his fangs into the giantess's finger. She cried out in pain and lifted her hand, only to find the werewolf dangling from the finger.
"Hey, stop that!" She yelled; she used her other hand to swat him down. The werewolf shook around on the wooden floor and hissed. The giantess lifted her finger to inspect it.
"Ugh, you bit me…" She wiped her finger down on her cloth dress. "And you slobbered all over it, too? Gross!" She looked down and scowled. "I can't believe you'd do something so… so…"
The giantess felt herself getting angrier… so angry that she growled at the little werewolf. She clattered her teeth and shook in place She panted, and snarled, and… and something weird was going on. Her skin felt itchy. And her back… it suddenly ached like crazy.
“Wh-wh-what did you do…?” She asked Carlos. All he could do was look up at her and growl lowly as she swayed from side to side.
The giantess held her hands before herself… and watched as her fingers elongated. Her teeth felt sharper suddenly, and her skin became itchy. She shook and writhed as she fell over on the ground and slammed into a few trees. The giantess cried out in pain as she looked up at the night sky… and beheld that full moon.
“Why… Why does that look so pretty all of a sudden?” She wondered aloud. “And… why do I feel like I’m on fire?!”
The feeling spread all across the giantess’s body; she rolled over onto all fours and growled again. She shut her eyes and cried a bit as she felt her face breaking apart and stretching. She felt her clothing tear itself to shreds as her muscles rippled and grew.
And then… eventually… the pain finally stopped. She panted heavily as she stayed splayed out on the ground. She gradually pushed herself to roll over onto her back as she panted some more. Something felt strange. The air didn’t feel so cold anymore… and why was she still itchy? She reached out to scratch herself, only to realize that her nails were a lot longer and sharper than before. With a gasp, the giantess forced herself to sit up and cross her legs… which she found to be very dark and furry.
“Uh-oh…” She said aloud. She looked down at her hands; they were long, dark, and just as furry. So were her legs… and her chest. Suddenly, the answer came to her, and she sprang up onto all fours.
“I’m… I’m a werewolf!” She shouted in alarm. She looked down angrily at the little werewolf, who was still locked in chains and shivering with worry. He even gave little frightened whines; he must have been truly scared of her by now.
“Oh, you little…” She scowled at first… but then blinked. “Wait a minute.” She looked herself over again. “I’m talking, and thinking, and not growling randomly like a beast. But… I thought werewolves always became mindless rampaging monsters.”
She crossed her arms over her chest to think… and then discovered that her chest felt thicker than usual. She looked down… and discovered that the transformation had left her with quite a thicker set of breasts. Not only that, but her limbs had become very well-toned and muscular. And her normal head of hair had turned into a luxurious thick mane that fell down her shoulders.
"Say…" She grinned a little. "I have to admit; I look pretty damn good as a she-wolf."
The she-wolf stood up tall and stretched her arms over her head. She swayed her hips from side to side. She almost wished she was given a tail so she could swish it around. As the she-wolf enjoyed her new form, she couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t going nuts like a wild animal; maybe there was just too much of her humanoid body for the little werewolf to spread his saliva through her blood… or something. In any case, she was feeling pretty good… and hungry. But it wasn’t the same kind of hunger as she’d had before…
She looked back at the little wolf; he'd given up on trying to escape and was curled up in a little ball. He whimpered in his chains as he looked up at the great she-wolf as she crouched down over the remains of the cabin.
“Aww, poor little guy.” She said playfully. “You want to get out of those chains, don’t you? You want to go nuts and run free, hmm?”
She reached down to rub his head with a finger. The little werewolf whined some more but didn't try to fight or bite her.
"I don't know if you can understand me…" The wolfess fluttered her eyes at him. "But before this whole hair-raising scenario, I wasn't planning on just shoving you down my throat right away. It gets… lonely out here, sometimes." She smiled at him. "Be a good boy, and I'll let you out of those chains. Then we can start having some fun, like a nice pair of wolves. What do you say, little puppy?"
The little werewolf just looked up at her with wide eyes and gave a low moan. She just shrugged and rolled her eyes as she picked him back up.
Using her nice and sharp talons, the she-wolf got to work cutting the chains that kept the little wolf locked up. She then let them fall, while the little wolf stretched his limbs over his head. He shook around and growled, before turning toward the full moon.
“What are you doing now?” She asked him.
In response, the little werewolf tilted his head back and howled toward the moon. The she-wolf watched him curiously… before suddenly feeling the urge to shut her eyes and tilt her head back. She howled out loud… and then immediately stopped herself with a blush.
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” She grumbled. She turned the little werewolf around and poked him on the muzzle. "This is awkward; I need to figure out how to get you to talk again; this is just weird otherwise. I can't even tell you my name; you won't remember it!"
The she-wolf held the little wolf in one hand as she tried to think of what to do; she felt that rumbling down below, but she didn't want to go to town with him… not like this. Boy was this unprecedented.
“Okay, I think we need to go for a walk while I think.” She said. “And in the meantime… I’m keeping you somewhere nice and snug.”
The she-wolf brought the little wolf to her bosom, and she stuffed him in quite soundly. She blushed a bit as the little thing wriggled around. He whined uneasily at first, but the she-wolf used an arm to support her bosom and keep him hefted up.
“There we go.” She said tenderly. “You’re nice and safe, little guy.”
With her catch secured, the macro she-wolf turned and marched off across the countryside. The little werewolf shifted around some more, creating ticklish shockwaves. The she-wolf giggled as she held him in place. “Oh, if only you could talk while in that form.”
As they walked, the she-wolf felt a rumbling in her stomach again; and this time, it was regular hunger. She licked her fangs and growled a bit. She considered the little wolf, but just shook her head at that; it just wasn’t fun when her prey couldn’t talk to her.
"What to do, what to do…" The she-wolf turned her sights towards the distant city. A grin spread from ear to ear. "Ah, of course! Werewolves usually terrorize people at the night! They smash stuff, scare away other beasties… and gobble up tasty people!"
The little werewolf perked his head up and salivated; it seemed like he liked the idea. The she-wolf couldn't help but giggle as she rubbed his head with a finger. And with a skip in her step, the she-wolf walked toward the town.
This wasn’t quite how the giantess planned to spend her evening… but she was sure to have herself a hell of a night on the town. Certainly, this would be a full moon that the little folk would never forget.
