7 comments/ 12494 views/ 6 favorites Life By: KhaoticMethod 09/24/2012 (Monday - 5 days to the Full Moon) Rashad's eyes shot open and it took a moment for him to realize that he was lying in his bed on his stomach. He rolled over slightly and felt to see if Tracy was still there, He felt her butt and heard her moan and was satisfied. He rolled back on his stomach and was about to fall back asleep, when the events of the previous night hit him like a sledge hammer. He opened his eyes again and reached over to the nightstand to pick up his cell phone and see what time it was, 4:45 am. He rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. As he walked into the bathroom, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and used the toilet. While he was relieving himself he thought about the previous night. He had been hanging out with Herbie in the woods; they had heard a strange sound coming from the woods. At first he had been curious as to what it was, considering they were near a military base, there shouldn't be too many wild animals out here. He had started to investigate, but then he could have sworn he saw a wolf looking at him in the distance. He backed up slowly, and the wolf matched his pace. He would stop and so would the wolf. His fight or flight instinct kicked in and he decided to fight. He looked around for a branch or something to defend himself, he found one and when he looked up, the wolf was gone. He looked around for it and didn't hear it coming up from behind. The next thing he knew is he heard snarling and he felt pain in his arm. He dropped the branch and began running, not caring if the wolf was following him. He stumbled out of the woods and onto the road and almost got hit by Herbie's car. The next hour was a blur, but he did remember getting home, wrapping his arm...His arm! Rashad finished going to the bathroom, washed his hands and then looked at his gauze wrapped arm. It didn't hurt anymore and he slowly un-wrapped it, and was shocked to find no bite marks, no scar whatsoever. Just some faint blood on the gauze was the only sign that there might have been a wound there. He shook his head, suddenly feeling very tired. He threw the gauze in the trash and turned off the light. He walked back into the bedroom, lied down, and before his head hit the pillow, he was asleep. He awoke again, but this time he noticed that the sun was out. He checked his phone again and saw that it was 1:30 in the afternoon and he had a couple of text messages. He opened his messages and saw one was from Tracy. It read 'Getting gas on the way home, don't forget to stir the meat. Love you'. He checked the second message and saw that it was from his friend Samantha, it read 'U up?' He rolled out of bed and grabbed his glasses, and was about to get up when he noticed that his glasses were blurry. He took them off and wiped them with his t-shirt. He put them back on and they were still blurry. He took them back off, and then realized that it wasn't his glasses, He looked around the room and realized he was seeing things a lot clearer without them on. He stood up and left the bedroom with his glasses in hand. He went to his computer room and sat down at the computer. When it came on he had to back up, it was too large, which was weird because he hadn't changed any settings on it. He went to the control panel and lowered the font, restarted the computer and when it came on, it seemed to be at the right font. He began messing around on his computer for the next hour or so. While he was messing around on the internet, he kept hearing a low buzzing flying by his ear. He looked up and realized that it was a fly. He watched it fly by and kept coming closer and then fly away. As he watched it, he noticed that it seemed to start to slow down. Then it just stopped in midair. He reached out and grabbed it, but didn't kill it. He opened his palm and saw that it lay in the middle, wings barely moving, 'Correction' he thought, it is moving, but slower. He looked around the room and realized that the music he was listening to was going slower also. He typed a few words on the webpage he was on, and saw that there was a slight delay till it hit the computer. Then all of a sudden, everything caught up to him. He felt the fly in his palm, and he crushed it and threw its body in the trashcan. He decided that he needed to take a shower and clear his head. He shifted his overweight body into the shower and let the water run over him and clear his head. At 6'5" he weighed well over 400 lbs. He had been trying to diet and walk, but it was hard when you were that big. He had been cutting his calorie intake, and been trying to walk when he had the opportunity, but unfortunately his natural laziness had been working against him. He washed his body and then rinsed off and washed his head. When he was finished he walked into the bedroom and put his jeans and a t-shirt on. He felt like doing something, he needed to move; now how far he moved, that was up to his body. He put his shoes on and headed toward the door. He made sure he had his keys and wallet and headed out the door and down the front steps. He checked his cell phone and saw that it was 3:35 pm. He began walking to the exit of the trailer park and was shocked when he made it to the entrance and he wasn't tired. He decided to continue walking and headed toward the intersection of Newtown Rd. and Virginia Beach Blvd. While he was walking he let his mind wander. He was thinking of his friends, school next week, his future and jobs that he wanted. HONK! All of a sudden Rashad looked up and saw that he was walking in the cross walk of a street and almost got hit by a car. He hurried across the street and waited for his heart to stop beating. He looked around and realized that he was near the Cinema Café in Kemps Ville. 'How did I get here?' He thought to himself as he looked at his cell phone, and almost dropped it when he saw what time it was. The clock on his phone read 5:05 pm. 'This can't be right.' He looked around, and realized that he still felt like walking, and he wasn't hungry. He decided to walk back to his trailer. Once again as he walked, his mind wandered. When he came back to reality he was sitting outside of his trailer on his Porch. He checked the time and saw that it was 6:40 pm. 'This day is getting weirder and weirder' he thought to himself. He went into his trailer and sat on the broken couch and turned his Xbox 360 on. He began playing NCAA Football 13. He was only half paying attention to the game as he thought back on himself walking today. He couldn't figure out how he had made it there and back in less than three hours, that's not something he should be able to do at his current weight level. Yet, somehow, he had. He tried to tune his thoughts out as he played the game, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that wouldn't go away. He played a few games of football, and then put in Mass Effect 3 and zoned out on the multiplayer game. He was able to tune out the persistent thoughts that plagued him. Around 7:30 pm his wife called and said she was on her way home. He hung up with her and was putting his phone down when he received a text message from Herbie. It read 'How u doing?" Rashad thought for a moment and then replied "I am fine." Herbie replied "Cool", and Rashad turned off his Xbox and began watching TV. The rest of the night went off fine, no other scary things happened, except Tracy asking Rashad why he wasn't wearing his glasses. He explained, and she said they would have to go to the eye doctors for her appointment and they could see about his eyes then. He said okay and after dinner, went to his computer room and played video poker with friends online. 9/25/2012 (Tuesday -- 4 days to the Full Moon) Rashad woke around 8 and was walking into the kitchen, when he stopped at the mirror in the hall way. He looked at his reflection from the side and froze. 'What happened to my stomach, it is a lot smaller than it was.' He thought to himself. In the reflection he could see that he had lost some weight. His face wasn't as full as it usually was. He checked his arms and noticed that he could see some muscle definition there. He patted his stomach and noticed it didn't jiggle as bad, and he could feel hardness underneath it. He sat there looking at himself in amazement, and while he did, he ran his tongue over his Teeth and then opened his mouth to look in the mirror. He had chipped his front tooth and lost 2 in the back on the top row a couple of years ago, but now they were back. He smiled and realized that the yellow tint that was usually there from him smoking was also gone. He had white Teeth again, and he could see them without his glasses. 'What the hell is going on?' He went to the bathroom, jumped in the shower and brushed his Teeth. He went and put on his shorts, which he had to tie tighter otherwise they would fall down. He found a shirt that was a 3X he has had for a while and it fit perfectly. He put his shoes on and put his wallet and keys into his pocket with his phone and left the trailer. He glanced at his phone and saw that it was 1:30 pm. He knew Samantha was at school and would be getting out in 75 minutes. He texted her and told her he was meeting her at the mall. He walked out to Newtown Rd. and began jogging. He jogged for five minutes and realized that he felt that he was going to slow, so he began running. As he ran he could feel his muscles working, his breathing was controlled, and he knew he hadn't reached his top speed, so he pushed harder. As he ran down Virginia Beach Blvd. he saw a car turning into a mini mart and without stopping he placed his hand on the top of the car and vaulted it and kept running. He kept running until he saw the Military Circle Mall and then ran up to the entrance to Ross' and stopped. He wasn't out of breath, in fact he felt like he could have gone on for a lot longer. But for now, he needed to rest, mentally. He started walking into the store and realized that his shorts were loose. He looked down and saw that they were still tied, but there was a bigger gap between them and his belly. He also saw that his stomach was smaller, because the shirt was starting to hang off of him when earlier it had fit just right. He quickly walked into the men's room and retied his shorts, shoes and washed his face. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He thought he knew what was happening, but he couldn't believe that was possible, especially in real life. His phone chirped, signaling he had a new message. He checked it and saw that it was Samantha saying she got out early and would be in the food court waiting for him. He texted back saying he was in the bathroom and would be there in a second. He checked himself once more in the mirror and then headed to the food court. He saw her sitting at a table in front of the Subway sandwich shop and walked over. As he approached he noticed that she didn't recognize him. 'I wouldn't recognize me either if I was her' he thought to himself. He grabbed a chair from a nearby table, turned it around and sat on it facing her with a smile. ***** Samantha watched him a moment, looking over this fellow that came to sit before her. There was something familiar about him. She was sitting in a long yellow sundress that had small pink and white flowers littered up and down the dress. The fact that it had sleeves was the only reason she wore it to class. Her dress shifted as she slowly stood up and walked around the table. Her left hand lifted and slid across his cheek as his eyes watch her. She knew this man. Her eyes went wide as she stepped back some. "No way!" She exclaimed as Rashad chuckled and stood up. "No! How? Dude! This is awesome. What the hell have you been putting in your Wheaties? Wow..." Samantha breathed as her fingers ran down over his chest and her eyes follow suit. "Wow..." It was all she could say as she stared down over him. Her eyes went back to his eyes. Rashad grinned some as her chest grew tight. She had to look away as her heart pounded in her chest. "Jeez..." She breathed rubbing at her cheeks feeling the blush burning like hell. "What happened? Tell me everything!" She said quickly stepping towards him. Her flesh brushed his slightly as her sunflower burst blue eyes looked up to him with excitement. He saw the excitement in her eyes. ***** Rashad could smell her arousal. 'I can tell she's turned on. What the hell?' He watched her move to him, felt her skin brush his and he felt a stirring in his chest. A low growl rumbled up to his throat, and he forced it down. He felt an urge to taste her, but he fought it back and sat back down to hide his erection that was starting to tent his shorts. Samantha sat down in front of him as he began telling her what happened. "I'm not sure myself. I was hanging with Herbie on Sunday after my D&D game. We had a couple of beers and drove to the woods near the Little Creek Base. We got separated, and while I was trying to find him I came across a dog in the woods. At least I thought it was a dog. Everything after seeing it is kind of a blur, but it bit me on my arm." He said and showed her where he had gotten bitten, there wasn't even a scar showing where it had happened. "Ever since things have gotten weird, I can see without my glasses. In fact I can see details I have never seen before. I am full of energy, I have been losing weight fast, I'm hungry sometimes, but no matter what I eat, it comes right off. I am more athletic than I have ever been. I ran here from my house. Oh, and I don't have any clothes that fit anymore." Rashad said with a smile. As they were talking two guys walked past the table, and for some reason Rashad's attention turned to them slightly. As they walked past the blonde one glanced at Samantha and smiled and nodded his head. He turned to his friend and Rashad heard the guy whisper "That girl is fine; I wonder what she would look like on the end of my dick?" Rashad was out of his chair so fast Samantha couldn't react. He was to the blonde before he saw him coming and pinned him against the dividing wall between Subway and Flamers Burgers with Rashad's hand enclosed around his throat. Rashad could feel the rage swelling up inside him as flashes of things he could do to this guy appeared before his eyes. The blonde's companion tried to step up and remove his hand from his buddy's throat but he couldn't dislodge the grip. Rashad looked at him and for some reason a look of sheer fear came across the man's face as he backed up and Rashad could smell he had urinated on himself. Rashad's attention returned to the man in his grasp. He felt his canines began to grow in his mouth and press against his tongue. All he could think about was tasting this man's blood as he ripped into him. 'How dare he talk about Samantha as if she were a common whore?' A voice said in his head. Then he felt her touch on his arm and he turned to her. ***** Samantha's eyes were wide with surprise but she had no fear in her eyes. A wide grin spread across her lips. She pulled at his arm. Her pull dislodged him from the moron in his hold. Rashad dropped him to the ground and followed her as she pulled him along. "Come on. Come..." She begged to him as she slipped her book bag on her shoulders pulling him along behind her. "We have to get away from this place. I think you have been turned, Raz. I think you have become one of the myths, Gods this is fricking awesome." She laughed as her chest was tight and excitement ran down through her flesh as she trembled some. They made it outside and walked through the parking lot of the mall. "You must be a myth. Maybe the dog was a werewolf. Maybe you have turned into one of them. This is amazing. Just like my dreams this is beyond everything I have ever hoped for." She said as she turned facing him as her eyes glittered in the sun light. Her body was trembling some as a large grin spread across her lips. She whimpered out softly almost wanting to hug him hard. "This is amazing." She giggles as the blush showed in her cheeks. ***** 'She smells so good. I want to taste her.' He thought to himself. He reached out and took her by her waist and brought her close. He tilted her head and lowered his to her neck and inhaled. Her scent washed over him and he could feel his canines start to grow again. He let out a low growl and heard her giggle when she heard it. He opened his mouth, letting his breath slightly moisten the spot he wanted to bite. Just as his canines touched her neck, he came back to his senses. 'What they hell are you doing? What happens if you bite her, will she be hurt, could you kill her, could you stop?' His head snapped back and stared into her blue eyes. She sees his eyes flash green, and then he turns and takes off running. "Raz, where are you going? Wait!" he can hear her scream after him, but he doesn't turn to her. He has to get away from her; he knows he doesn't have enough control. The beast inside him has made itself known, and he needs to find a way to control it. He ran home and went to his room and lied in his bed and thought. Tracy called at around 5 and said she was on her way home. Around 6 Rashad could hear the engine of the Jeep coming down the road. He went into the living room, sat on the couch and covered himself in his Redskins blanket that Tracy had made for him. When she walked in he was waiting for her. "Who are you trying to hide from meathead?" Tracy said as she walked into the trailer and locked the door behind her. "Tracy, I have something to show you, but you can't freak when I show you." He said. He heard her inhale as she prepared for some bad news. He knew she thought it was a bill, or maybe he had broken something. He removed the blanket and stood up, letting her look at his new slimmer self. She gasped. "What the hell happened?" She asked as she walked up to him and saw the new person standing in front of her. He sat her down, got her something to drink and explained what had happened over the last 72 hours. He told her about what had happened at the mall, keeping the fact he could tell Samantha was turned on by him, and how close he had come to hurting that guy. She listened, without saying a word, until he was finished. When he was done, Tracy just sat there for several minutes without saying a word. When she did speak, it was evident she wasn't ready to process what she was hearing. "So what happens now?' She asked. "I don't know this is all new to me." He said to her. He tried to reach out and touch her, but she shied away from him. "Tracy, it's still me." "No, it's not. God is punishing you for something. I can't deal with this now." She said as she got up and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" he asked as he stepped toward her, making sure that he wasn't appearing aggressive. "I am going to my mothers. To figure out what I am going to do next. You need to pray." She said and then she left. He heard the Jeep leave and could tell she had gone to her mom's trailer around the corner. He heard his cell phone go off and he looked at who was calling him. It was Samantha, he let the call go to voice mail and he turned his phone off. He went to the bedroom and laid there till he fell asleep. ***** Her lips were pressed hard into a frown. She paced the floor of her bedroom as her eyes looked from the phone back to the computer. She wrote a few desperate messages on his Facebook messenger and left him a few voicemails. She had seen his eyes change color. She almost wanted him to take her throat. Her chest grew tight some. Her hand rubbed over where her gallbladder was. The doctor said he wasn't sure when she could have the surgery to have it removed. "Please don't start with me." She whimpered softly. Her eyes went to the clock on the computer. Stephen should have already been home by now. It was nearing 7 pm. She sat back down and began looking up things on werewolves, forums, and other websites pertaining to the myths. Maybe she could help Rashad out in some way. Her fingers rubbed more over her chest. Her fingers slid up to her throat. A thin line of a smile came to her lips as she felt his strength holding her so damn close. Her body trembled some. "That would have been a hell of a thing." She breathes to herself. "Hold on my dear. I will keep looking for you." She says gently as her eyes go back to the computer as she moves the mouse around searching for any 'help sites'. Life ***** He woke up and reached for his cell phone to see the time, but it was turned off. He turned it on, and rolled out of his bed. As he stood and stretched, he could tell he was different. He went to the hall mirror and saw a person in the reflection that he didn't recognize. His face had slimmed out and he smiled at himself, and he could still tell it was him under the new body. He looked down at his body and realized that his stomach was gone. He lifted his shirt and was amazed to see a six-pack staring at him. He removed the shirt all the way and saw that his body had been completely transformed. He looked like a runner. He had great muscle definition as he flexed his muscles and admired them. 'I can definitely do something with this.' He thought to himself. A thought struck his head and he walked into the computer room and turned his computer on. He saw on the computer clock that it was only 9:03 pm. He went to Google.com and searched for fight clubs in Hampton VA. He and Herbie had talked about how one had started. He found the website and saw that they were meeting at 10. He checked the address and saw they were meeting at a park near Lynnhaven. He grabbed his cell phone and then, called a cab. It showed up 20 minutes later. He arrived at the location with a few minutes to spare. He saw that a crowd had gathered, and he saw that there was no sign in spot. He walked to the circle and saw two guys going at it. It was brutal, with teeth and hair flying, mixed with blood and sweat, Rashad could feel the beast inside him awaken. He wanted to be a part of this. The fight ended a few minutes later and the next two combatants came out. It went like this for the next hour as new fighters came from the crowd. Finally a lone fighter came out. He was huge, at least 6'7" and looked to be 350 lbs. of muscle. No one voluntarily stepped from the crowd to fight this behemoth, so Rashad did. As he did, the referee/announcer stepped up to him. Rashad looked at him and almost laughed. He was a small man with a balding head and a thick mustache. He reminded Rashad of Gene Okerlund from the old WWF. "Alright son, you know that this is a fight till one of you can't stand? Winner gets $350.00" he said in a voice that showed he had been smoking for a long time. Rashad nodded and walked up to the fighter and just stared at him in the eyes. The big man smiled and showed he was missing his front three teeth. "You're going to bleed little man." He said with a smile. Rashad just smiled, showing he had all his teeth and just stood there. The announcer signaled for the fight to begin and the big guy launched a punch right for Rashad's head, but it never connected. Rashad saw the blow coming in and stepped to the left avoiding the shot. He drove his fist into the man's stomach and he swore he could feel the man's spine. The man fell to his knees trying to catch his breath; Rashad turned and hit the man across the face with his left hand. The crack of the man's jaw made a distinctive sound in the night air; he fell to the ground not moving, but still breathing. The crowd stood in awed silence as Rashad walked up to the announcer with his hand out to receive his money. The announcer looked at him, then to the man on the ground, and back to him. He had a little smile on his face as he handed the money to Rashad. "How would you like to earn more than you can in these little fights? I know some people that would pay you $2,000.00 for what you just did, and it's steady. 2 flights a week at 2 G's per fight if you win, what do you say?" The man said to Rashad. Rashad sat there and thought about it for a second and then turned to the man with his hand out and agreed. The man said his name was Reginald and gave Rashad his number and he took Rashad's. He said he would call him the next day with details. Rashad called a cab and was heading home when he noticed the voicemails from Samantha on his phone; he told the cab driver her address and then sat back and relaxed. He tried not to think of the week's events. About 45 minutes later they pulled in front of the Bayview Condominiums and as Rashad got out of the car he could smell her. He looked up, and even in the dark, he could see her as clear as day. He smiled and took the stairs 5 at a time till he reached her on the 3rd floor. ***** Smoke floated in the air around her. Samantha's fingers tapped the wooden railing as she stared out into the trees. Her mind was going a million miles a minute. She was worried about Rashad and even worried about Tracy. Her lips pressed some against the cigarette filter as she looked around. She was dressed in a long white oversized tank top with a jacket over top. Her sweat pants drug the ground around her feet as her shoulder length red hair was left loose. She turned as she sees movement at the steps. Her eyes lit up as she goes to Rashad. Her arms wrapped around him as she pressed her body against him. She could feel the tears forming and threatening to fall. "I was worried about you." She breathed as her nose pressed into his chest and her arms still held him against her body. "Don't do that again." She begged softly. ****** "I'm sorry; I was having an issue that I had to deal with." Rashad said with a smile as he returned the hug. Her scent washed over him again and he could feel his body responding to her being pressed so tightly to him. He tried to fight the urges, but soon the same power that transformed him into this new person was taking control of his animal urges. Their lips met and melted into each other's as their bodies crashed into each other. They devoured each other's mouths with hungry passion. Their desires spoke for them in the way their tongues danced. Samantha pulled back first, without saying a word she put her cigarette out, grabbed his hand and walked back inside the Condo. She locked the door and pulled him into her bedroom. When they entered she locked the door behind them and then returned to the kiss they had started out front. His lips left hers and he left a trail of kisses on the way to her neck. He took off her jacket and the tank top and tossed them on the floor while she removed his shirt revealing his completed body and all its hardness. She looked admiringly on his body. He began kissing her neck again, Samantha whimpered and her eyelids fluttered when he found her favorite spot to kiss. "I need you inside me." Rashad didn't say a word as he pulled her pants down and she stepped out of them. Her panties fell to her feet and she kicked them away. Their lustful filled gazes caught as he took his shorts and shoes off. She didn't even look down when his erection sprang out at attention. Samantha stepped up to him and closed her palm around his hard rod. She stroked him gently and his hand found the warm place between her thighs. His fingers trailed along her moist slit before two of his digits slid into her wet hole. She moaned as her body opened for his probing fingers. "We don't have much time." She used her vixen tone. "You're going to fuck me, I need you inside me." Rashad groaned from her words and her expert hand smearing his precum along his shaft. "Ride me. I want to watch you." He growled. She grinned and kissed his lips before letting go of his organ. Samantha immediately mounted him with her knees at his hips. The carpet was soft against her knees. Rashad held her hips and lowered her body onto his stiff pole. He was swallowed into the heat of her tight pussy. Her head dropped back and her inner animal roared as the desperation she had felt instantly dissipated. She held him deep inside of her, grinding on him. Her bare lips rubbed through his pubic hair. "Oh god, I've wanted this all day," she groaned. "Me too," he growled as she began bouncing on him. He couldn't help but admire her as she rode him. Her eyes stayed on his face, but his absorbed every inch of her body. Her breasts jiggled within the confines of her bra and her hips rolled, digging his rod inside of her with every thrust. Her hands held onto his chest, giving her leverage to ride him even harder. Her oils leaked out of her, collecting on his pelvis and balls. Wet sloppy sounds of sex filled the air around them as they traded guttural moans of lust, and satisfaction back and forth. The night sky blanketed them with stars. It was chilly inside, but neither of them felt it. Samantha moaned deeply every time she ravenously impaled herself on his tool. When she rose up, she squeezed her walls tight, feeling the ridge beneath his head slide through her slickness. The friends panted heavily. Her cheeks had flushed red and beads of sweat popped up on her forehead. "You love your friend's cunt, don't you?" Samantha hissed. "You love how hot and wet I get for you." "God yes," Rashad growled. "Fuck me." The pace of her hips slamming into his steadily increased. Her body was on fire, as was her cunt. Her glasses slipped down her nose and she quickly pushed them back up. A few stray whips of her hair had escaped from her back. Rashad reached up and yanked the cups of her bra down. He hastily filled his mitts with her fleshy globes, squeezing them. The fear of Stephen finding them crept into her mind. Being found would be bad. David couldn't find out about this. Samantha dropped down, steadying herself with her hands above his shoulders, and kissed him fiercely. Her tongue battled with his as she wrapped her legs under his thighs. She rolled her hips and his rod smeared against every angle of her velvety tunnel. His hands slid around to her ass and he gripped it, digging his fingers into her flesh. She moaned against his lips, "Harder." "I want to feel your tits against my chest," Rashad panted. Rashad held her hips and lifted his. He crammed his length into her repeatedly, jarring her body with his thrusts. His thighs rubbed against her thighs. Their eyes locked as they both groaned out in pleasure. His balls slapped against her ass each time he filled her completely. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, grazing through his chest hair. Their hearts pounded in rapid unison. Samantha thought that dirty talk would urge his orgasm out of him. "I need your cum in me, Rashad. I need it." She gasped for breath. "Use your cum bucket. Use your filthy friend for your pleasure." "You'll get it slut," he groaned. "You'll get my seed." "I want to feel your seed leaking out of me for the rest of the night. I want to keep it all and have it slowly ooze out and stain my panties, reminding me who I belong to." "Hell yes." His rod throbbed inside of her squeezing cunt. "You're mine." "I'm yours, Rashad. I'm your filthy whore." Words flew out of her mouth. She was desperate to feel him empty inside of her, "Your nasty girl, your sex toy." Rashad loved the filthy names and words that were flying out of her mouth. His release was rapidly approaching. "More," he encouraged her. "Tell me more." "I'm your slut; you sex doll, your sex pet, and your filthy sex princess." Her words were labored as her own orgasm became inevitable. Her body started to quake in his embrace. "All I ever need is your seed and I'm complete. I don't need anything else in the world." Rashad felt her walls gripping his dick, milking him, begging him to cum with her. Her muscles tensed under his hands and he shoved every ounce of strength in his body behind his thrusting hips. Their motion was even more urgent now. Carnal bliss was ready to be released. "Give me your seed," Samantha panted. "You know I want it. You know I'll accept it." "It's yours, Samantha," he snarled. He could feel the animal beneath his skin desperately clawing its way to the surface, he tried to fight it, but he knew it was coming. Her lips met his again and she moaned deeply into his mouth. Warmth grew within his loins and flowed out to every inch of his body. Every one of his senses was lit up by her, sight by her body, touch by her skin and her cunt wrapped around him, smell by her aroma, taste from her kiss, and auditory from her filthy words. He never knew sex could be this intense. The new senses he had been granted made this pleasure immeasurable. Her orgasm began to wash over her, thrumming softly at first, rapidly gaining momentum until the tidal wave crashed, washing away anything but the pleasure that her body craved. Her walls desperately tried to push his rod out of her, constricting so tight. But, he was steadfast and slammed himself completely inside of her. Her body rocked against his as her juices rained down on his pelvis, spurting out around his erection. Her suckling walls brought him to the edge. His rod throbbed hard, in tempo with the pulses of her cunt. His skin was on fire as his orgasm erupted inside of her. Rope after rope of his thick seed shot into her depths, coating her walls with his spunk, and leaving a part of himself inside of her. Samantha collapsed down on him, holding his shaft inside of her. Both of their sex organs ticked and twitched while they took a moment to calm down. He caressed her back. ***** "What are we going to do?" She whispered to him. Her mind was going a million miles a minute at the thought of David coming home or Stephen coming in and finding him with her like this. She pulled up from his chest feeling his loin slip from her flesh as a soft moan came from her throat. Her cheeks flushed as he sat up on his elbows watching her. She picked up her tank top and slips it on as she steps out of the bedroom into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Her lips pressed some as she picks up a wash cloth and wipes down her sticky flesh. Her fingers slipped over her stomach. "At least I haven't been able to have kids." She says gently washing out the wash cloth. She takes it back into the bedroom and kneels before him. Her fingers move with ease over his flesh as his eyes watch her clean him. "The full moon is this Saturday. Your first change will come. What are you going to do? This is the city, Rashad. You can't change in front of humans and run around through the city like that. Your change will bring out your animal." She said softly. His fingers slid under her chin lifting her eyes to him. "Everything will be okay. I have an idea of where to go. I won't hurt anyone there." He said as he watched her eyes. She smiled some and leaned towards him kissing his lips gently. His arm drew her against him again but she pushed him back. "Let me clean you up." She said as he watches her. Even in the tank top he could see the tips of her nipples protruding from her supple breasts through the material. They jiggled and wiggled as her hands moved and massaged the wash cloth over his manhood. He groans out some as his loin begins to stir to life under her fingers. Her cheeks flushed hotter as she smirks some. "Get dressed you silly male." She said as she got to her feet. Her body turned to go back towards the bathroom but his hand grabbed the back of her tank top showing her rosy butt to his eyes. He moved towards her as his hands took both sides of her hips. She gasps and tries to stay on her feet as he pulls on her. "I've wanted to do this." He breathed. His nose slid along her backside as she giggles. A gasp comes from her throat as his tongue darts up and slips between the moist lips of her womb. Her hands grab at his hands as her body wiggles and she tries to escape. Her knees tremble before she manages to break free and slip out of the bedroom back into the bathroom. She giggles softly and trembles some as her eyes go to her reflection in the mirror. She was moist and hungry for another touch of him. "This is so crazy and amazing." She breathed out softly. She washes out the wash cloth and goes back in to her room closing the door behind her. When she turns around, she realizes that he isn't in the room, neither is his clothes. She goes out into the living room and notices that the front door is shut, but the dead bolt is unlocked. 'He left.' She thought. ***** 'What the hell are you doing?' Rashad thought to himself as Samantha went back into the bathroom. He got up, put his clothes back on and snuck past the bathroom and out the front door. He leapt over the banister and dropped the 3 stories to the ground. He landed as easily as stepping off of step and ran to the street. He began walking down Chesapeake Blvd, aimlessly, while thinking to himself. He couldn't believe he had gone that far with Samantha. He had wanted to, in his dreams, but never in real life. When he came back to, he realized that he was on Military Hwy. He continued down until he saw the Econo Lodge. He walked in to the main office and spoke with the night attendant. "Hey, I need a room for a week." He said to the girl behind the counter. She looked to be 22 with short blonde hair and a cute, not quite pretty face. She was thin but still somewhat attractive. When she saw Rashad, a smile appeared on her face and she seemed to stand up a little taller. Her name tag said 'Michelle' on it. She checked her computer while stealing glances at Rashad wearing his swim trunks and a loose fitting shirt. "We have a room with a King Size bed in it for $49.00 a night, will that do?" "Yeah, that would work. I just need it till the 3rd of next month." He said to her, returning her smile. 'Is it me, or is she checking me out?' he thought to himself. He pulled out $300.00 and handed it to the girl and she gave him his change. She handed him the key and told him where the room was. He smiled at her and then turned and left the office. He found his room and smiled, it was a typical hotel room, Bed in the middle with a dresser and TV on it at the end, a little kitchenette to the side and the bathroom around the corner. It was all he needed while he figured out what was going on in his life, and what he could do about it He glanced at his phone and saw that he still had ¾'s of a battery left. 'Have to stop by the house and grab my charger' he thought to himself as he laid it next to the TV with the ringer off. He checked the clock next to the bed and saw that it was 2:30 am. He lied down in bed and within moments, he was asleep. ***** Samantha frowned hard. He hadn't said anything. She didn't even hear him pass by the bathroom. Her fingers slid through her red locks as she slumped down against the bed, her body lay on her side as she stared at a scuff mark on the wall. "You really screwed up this time, Samantha. David will not forgive you. Maybe it is time to leave again. I have to tell him. He always said to be open about everything that happens. He will not trust me again. I'm screwed." The tears slipped over her cheeks and to the bed as she curled up into a ball some. She wipes her nose on the blanket under her as she shakes her head. "No. I will keep it quiet. I can't tell him." She whispered. She brings her phone to her ear and listens to it ring and ring as she tried to reach Rashad. The phone went to voicemail. "Are you okay? It's just me. I'm sorry. Forgive me." She said gently. She hung up the phone and laid it on the bed and cried herself to sleep curled up into a ball. Life according to Lizzie As a word of warning this is more of like a pilot to see how this story goes if it is liked and good feedback is given then I will right more. Everyone mention in this story is above 18 years old and are not based upon real life characters. Please any criticism is accepted and highly encouraged thank you for reading my little tale...enjoy. ***** Luke began his walk home from work as he did not live far from his job and liked to walk and think over his thoughts. The last few days has been quite eventful for the boy as he met the most wonderful person he could ever hope for online and was wondering what it might lead to. This mysterious woman did always asked him to show up on video chat each night at around nine o' clock. This woman was not like other woman however, she never showed her face in the two weeks this has been going and has been sending Luke mysterious vitamins that she demanded he take twice daily. Luke did not know what to do about this women as it seemed like he was being drawn in somehow, he was always aroused when he went on video chat with her. As Luke walked he thought back to her soothing calm voice and how it always made him feel accepted by her, something he was not used to as Luke was a social outcast. Luke had a cor group of friends and that was about it. Luke was not necessarily ugly, he just wasn't that handsome either. Luke was what most would call average build and height. Luke had dirty blonde hair cut short and murky blue eyes. His eyes always had a slight glow to them though as though a flame was burning within them. Luke continued to think of the strange woman that had basically commandeered his life with her melodic voice and strict manner. The woman only went by the name Mistress, and only allowed Luke to call her by that name. Each day Mistress required Luke to take his vitamins, stretch for forty minutes a day to stay limber and give himself an enema with his shower which he thought odd. One day he asked what all this was for and Mistress' only reply was "All in good time my sweet." She did not elaborate more and refused to do so upon further questioning from Luke. Luke was however a little excited to get home as Mistress said it would be a special night for him. She did not say why as she said he would have to find out for himself. As Luke walked he kept on wondering what the surprise could be as he did not know the Mistress physically but met her on an online social site. Two weeks ago today they had met and continued to chat every night on video. The video chat was almost the same every night as it was Luke stripping for Mistress and then her giving Luke an order to do some task that usually involved him being humiliated in front of her. Luke really didn't know why he kept coming back but he was just so drawn to the voice and the activities he couldn't stay away. These activities usually involved Luke dressing up in lingerie and woman's clothing borrowed from his sister. He was then told to act and speak in a high shrill voice. It was humiliating to hear Mistress giggle at him. He was always flush red by the time the session was over, but oddly aroused to the peak of bursting. Then Mistress would just abruptly end the session saying "Same time tomorrow night." Then the she would hang up and leave Luke to finish up things and put the clothes back in its proper place. Luke was so engrossed in his thoughts he did not hear a car draw up behind him and doors that were thrown open. Men in dark outfits moved as a unit towards Luke one carrying a small bag which was thrown over Luke's head and another carrying a hypodermic syringe which was plunged into Luke's neck effectively knocking him out. Luke was then bundled into the car and taken to an unknown destination. Luke awoke slowly to the sound of voices in his room, one sounded as though he was a doctor, "The Patient is doing fine she will need to rest and make sure she has plenty fluids and bed rest for the procedure to go without a hitch." 'SHE!' Luke thought what did the doctor mean by 'she' but just as he was trying to work out what was going on he felt a pinch in his neck again and the blackness returned. This time around Luke was treated to nightmares of him being laid in a big bed in a very pink room. Then the blackness returned and he was treated to melodious voice that sounded familiar from somewhere. The dreams continued with him being picked up and dressed in pale pink negligee, then laid back down on the bed where the blackness consumed him once more. Luke awoke to the sun shining through and open french window, as he tried to get out of bed he was pulled back down by a collar and chain around his neck. His hands flew to his neck, as he did so he felt a strange movement on his chest. His chest felt sore and heavy this morning as he moved around as much as he could he felt what seemed to be globes of flesh on his chest. Luke ripped the bed sheet off of him and shrieked. His voice however was not heard, instead what was heard was a shrill high pitched girls shriek. His hands flew to his throat again and felt where his Adam's apple should be but it wasn't there. Then a terrible thought entered his mind what did they do to my cock and balls. He finished ripping the bed spread off of himself and could see what looked a metal cage around his penis. Just as he started to examine the cage around his penis a stunning woman dressed in very suggestive clothing walked into the room. The woman was fairly tall had weight in all the right places and a curvy figure. The woman had around a C cup breasts and wore a pink collar that said Nicole on it. "Finally you're awake, wonderful now we can get started." Nicole said, assuming that was her name due to the collar around her throat. She held up a hand to forestall any talking as questions raced through Luke's mind, he had not realized he opened his mouth to speak. He closed his mouth slowly obeying the gesture from the woman. "Good, at least you can obey." The woman said. "Now I bet you are wondering why this was done to you, well it is simple answer and that is because well you are a very obedient sissy submissive. You see I belong to a very powerful and influential Mistress which I am assuming you have met or at least heard on your computer. She specializes in turning men into sissies and enjoys doing so. I am one of her latest projects." Upon saying this the women stood up lifted her skirt up to reveal a very small and pink penis. Little balls dangled beneath the pink penis, the balls were also quite small. The woman then dropped her skirt and continued to speak. "As you can see I used to be just like you a man but Mistress had made me into a beautiful woman and I enjoy serving her. You see you will be joining me in serving her and I promise you will come to love being in servitude to the Mistress and I also hope we can become good friends." With that last statement, Nicole sat down on the bed and started to play with Luke's nipples as they had become engorged as she had been talking. "That doctor did wonders on your breasts you now have small D breasts." With that said Nicole grabbed Luke's breasts and started to massage and tweak the nipples until Luke was panting. Luke's dick tried to get hard but the cage prevent him from doing so, Luke reached down in an attempt to remove the cage. Luke's hand was swatted away by Nicole's, "That is no longer going to be played with, sissies only orgasm when and if their Mistress allows them to. Besides the Mistress said you may not even keep your cute little clitty, as she has big plans to test out a new treatment for you to turn you into a true woman." 'CLITTY!', 'WOMAN!' Luke thought he was so over whelmed he began to cry and weep that this life was over. Nicole cuddled up next to Luke and comforted her. "It's going to be okay Lizzie I will help take care of you and train you to be the very best. Oh yea, that is your new name Lizzie, it is stitched on your collar just like mine. Lizzie was so overwhelmed with emotions that her body slumped against Nicole's as she blacked out. ***** Hope everyone enjoyed this little test run if you guys did give me some feedback would love to hear what everyone thinks. If all goes well I will write another chapter thank you for reading.