WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.

Curse of the Were-Breeder

	The house lights came up as the screen faded to black and credits started scrolling. John looked at his date, she had a half empty bucket of popcorn in her lap and was wearing an oversized hoody to keep warm against the overly air conditioned air of the theater. Hunter ran a hand through her red hair before standing. With a final stretch, she turned towards the aisle and started down the way.
	This was their third date, they had met through an online movie forum and after a few months of chatting they decided to catch a film together. During their first date, she showed up in a halter top and jeans that bared her midriff, revealing pale skin and freckles on her shoulders. She didn't need a bra, but had just enough hips to not be mistaken for a boy from behind. She had spent that first movie shivering until John worked up the courage to put his arm around her. She warmed up almost immediately. 
	The next Friday, they had decided on dinner and spent the evening staring into each other's eyes. She wore a dress that was draped over her form, accentuating her curves. John had to fight to not let his eyes drift down along the deep neckline and settle on the smooth, pale skin of her chest. If she was glowing that night, tonight she was absolutely radiant. 
	When he dropped her off at her place, she invited him and they made out, not daring to go all the way on the second date. However, tonight, she agreed to head back to his place and watch old monster movies into the early morning hours. 
	As they left the theater, she blinked at the night sky. Without any indication of time in the theater, she had forgotten that it would be after dark when they walked out. Hunter adjusted her hoodie and leaned into him. There was no chill in the evening, but she still kept it on. He glanced at the full moon before opening the car door for her.
	
	When they got back to his place, he flipped on his entertainment system. He had a rear projector installed that showed movies on a wall he had specially painted with reflective paint. The surround sound made the entire house rattle when he cranked it up, and he popped a disk into the player. 
	"Would you like something to drink?"
	"Just a water, and can you make some popcorn?"
	"Sure, would you like me to turn down the air?"
	She looked down at her hoodie, realizing it was still on. "No, why don't you come over here and warm me up?"
	He sat back down on the couch, forgetting about the water and the popcorn. He grabbed the remote and selected the 1941 Wolf Man Film to play before turning to face his date. She put her arms around him and slowly moved in for a kiss. He met her lips and they didn't notice the beep of the microwave. He moved his hands along her back as she held him tight. She pulled away when he began lifting up her hoodie. For a brief moment, he felt the distinct roughness of lace covering her warm skin. 
	She stood up and faced the screen, the black and white image of Lon Chaney's face was spread across her back. John was fixated as she slowly lifted her hoodie, revealing a red and black chemise that fit to the curve of her waist before cutting off in the middle of her back. She flipped her read hair back and it nearly met the top of the lacy chemise. She kicked off her shoes and slid the jeans down her legs, revealing a matching garter belt which supported black stockings. 
	It dawned on John that she was not wearing any underwear and he began undoing his pants. She turned around, one eye brow raised, and asked "Do you like what you see?"
	John was dumbfounded, his hands frozen in the middle of undoing his belt. She moved towards him and leaned over, revealing the tops of what little breasts she had. With one motion she undid his belt and fly, revealing his Dracula boxers. 
	She moved to the window that opened to his back yard, the moonlight illuminating her face before she closed the blinds. As she turned, John could swear that she had a paunch and her breasts had increased in size. She moved to her hoodie and pulled out a condom. "I hope this is your size." She said as she tossed it into his lap. 
	She sat in his lap, straddling him with her legs, he had pulled his pants down and she had him take off his shirt, revealing a toned body. He wasn't a weight lifter, but had a lean swimmers build. She smiled in approval pressed her body into him, the rough texture of the fabric provided a contrast to her smooth lips and ass as she kissed him. He felt her juices rub onto his thigh and fumbled with the condom's packaging. 
	With a swift motion, she opened the package and rolled it down his penis, her warm hands on his shaft made his need that much more immediate. He grabbed her ass and pulled her close, her knees digging into the couch cushions. As he slid into her, she moaned as he grasped her small breast. It had swelled to a handful and John looked up. Her almost nonexistent chest was growing. He looked up her as if to ask about it, but she put a finger on his lips to shush him before tossing her head back in ecstasy. 
	He went back to enjoying himself, feeling her growing chest press into his. She looked into her eyes and squeezed her vaginal walls around his penis. At the increased pressure, more and more pleasure radiated from his penis before he held her tight and shot his load into her. Before he released her, he was aware that her lower belly was pressing into his more than expected. 
	He leaned her back and looked down, surprised at the extra weight she put on, but it had been a week since he saw her last and didn't get a good look until now. She smiled at him and slid over next to him, turning to face the climax where the wolf man was bludgeoned by his own father and then changed back into human form. 
	She got up and rummaged through his drink cabinet, selecting a highland single malt scotch. "How do you take it?"
	"Two fingers, on the rocks."
	He watched her drop the cubes into a glass and then poured the golden liquid over them. After he had finished his scotch, she set his glass aside and turned to him. Her green eyes gazing deeply into his. "Can you do something for me?"
	"Anything."
	"I want you to suck my nipples."
	John was not unfamiliar with this form of foreplay, but he doubted that he could perform so soon after sex. She leaned back, resting against the arm of the couch. He moved over her and pulled down the fabric, surprised that instead of a small pink nipple that would have matched her complexion, there was a large brown one, puffing up slightly from the breasts that he was certain were two cup sizes larger than last week. 
	He put his lips on the nipple, swirling his tongue around. With one motion, he pulled the nipple into his mouth. A warm creamy liquid squirted against his tongue. He released the breast from his mouth and looked up, she smiled and said "Go on." He returned to the nipple and continued to suck, surprised when he felt his penis begin to harden again. After a few minutes he switched to the other breast, enjoying the flavor and the way he was turning Hunter on. She reached down and began to finger herself, panting and gasping until she almost brought herself to orgasm. She abruptly stopped, pulling off his condom and throwing it away. "I need you inside of me. Now."
	He obliged, sliding into her and began thrusting. She immediately resumed where she had left off, her back arching and toes curling. With a few quiet moans, she opened her eyes and had him adjust his position. He wasn't penetrating as deeply as he'd like, but was almost on the verge of orgasm himself. She slid out from under him and leaned him back, putting her lips on his penis. He looked down, her red hair draped about his thighs. It wasn't long before her sucking and swirling brought him to orgasm. 
	The rest of the night, they continued like that. They would have sex, she would get him another scotch, and her breast milk would revitalize his sex drive. In the early morning before passing out for good, she had taken off her top after they heard threads beginning to pop. He was too far gone to question why she had gone from a thin little girl to a hugely pregnant ball of lust in one night. 
	
	He awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting out from the kitchen. His head was pounding like someone was inflating a truck tire inside his skull. His thighs were killing him and he felt completely dried out. He rushed into the bathroom before throwing up the last of the scotch that his body hadn't gotten to. 
	Waiting on the kitchen counter was a bloody mary and some aspirin. He took the aspirin with the first sip of the drink and downed the rest of the bloody mary in one long pull. He looked up at the rest of the kitchen. Standing at the stove, Hunter was wearing one of his undershirts, it was too large on her and hung down below her ass. There was no hint of the large breasts or pregnant belly he thought he remembered from the previous night. 
	He blinked a few times trying to get things clear in his head before she turned to him. "Good morning stud, we had quite an evening. I didn't know that old movies did that to men, or maybe its just you." she said, sliding the bacon onto a plate next to the scrambled eggs. By now, the food of the cooking breakfast had made him forget all about purging earlier and he was starving.
	By now his head had stopped pounding and the hazy image of having to take her from behind because her belly prevented almost every other position was disappearing. The lingerie was in a pile by the side of the couch. "So, what else do you have in your closet?" he asked, shoving a strip of bacon into his mouth.
	"You'll just have to wait and see. How's your head?"
	"Better now, my head's stopped pounding."
	"Oh, I hope not." she purred, dropping his plate into the sink. She tugged his pajama pants down and sat on the counter, pulling him closer between her legs. He got the hint and slid into her. "You're not worried about..."
	She cut him off and looked into his eyes, "Trust me, I'm not going to get pregnant any time soon and you said you're clean. Don't worry."
	With that he began thrusting with gusto, as he pulled her closer, he smelled her sweet scent mingling with his own, rising from the undershirt. There was a hint of perfume from last night, accompanied by the smell of bacon, just cooked.
 
	They spent the rest of the weekend together, going out to the beach and eating lunch at a little shack with a great view. They stopped by her place to pick up clothes and a little something for later before eating dinner at his place. That night they were too tired for a repeat of the previous one, but he managed to seduce her a few times before passing out. He noted that she didn't seem to change, so it must have been the scotch and the monster movies messing with his memories.
	He awoke at 8:13 am the next morning and rushed to the bathroom. He threw up the previous night's seafood dinner. Hunter was still on the couch when he came out, "You ok?"
	"Yeah, probably just some bad crab legs. Lets go get breakfast."

	They spent the next two weekends together, not able to repeat that first sex filled night they spent together, bathed in the silver glow of old movies. Hunter watched him carefully whenever he threw up, or tried to eat something that he liked but couldn't stomach now. He had been putting on a little weight and swore he'd start going back to the gym. 
	The day before the full moon, they met at his house. She pulled a plastic stick from her bag and thrust it into his hand. "Pee on this."
	He looked at her with utter disbelief, "But this is a..."
	"Yeah, I know, just do it. It'll make me feel better."
	After he was finished peeing on the stick, she followed him into the bathroom and held it long enough for the results to show. When a little blue plus sign showed up, she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." She sobbed. She dropped the stick and hugged him.
	He looked down at her, hoping she'd elaborate on what was going on. "Hey, shh, everything will be ok, what's going on? That was a pregnancy test, right?"
	She looked up, blinking the tears out of her eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that I could turn you." His mind flashed back to the night of the full moon, her large pregnant form. He had pushed that image out of his memory this past month. 
	"What?"
	She led him over to the couch and had him sit down. "Now promise you won't freak out." By now, she was almost stable, but was fighting back the tears. 
	"Ok, what's going on?"
	She avoided his gaze and told him about a room mate she had in college. She was a great girl and they got along great. For the first few months, she would take and spend the night out of town, nobody thought anything of it. However, after they got to really know each other, Hunter started making out with her roommate on the night of the full moon. They had spent the night having passionate sex as her roommate got bigger and bigger. 
	"We're Were-Breeders. Your throwing up and not being able to eat foods you previously liked, your chronic tiredness and weight gain. I'm sorry I didn't recognize it earlier."
	John blinked a few times in disbelief. He just had some lingering stomach bug that drained his energy, that's all, right?
	He thought about it for a little bit and laughed. "You're kidding, right?" The look on her face told him that she was not. 
	"I'll spend the night with you to make sure nothing happens, but if you turn, and since you're newly turned, you'll have far less control over yourself than experienced weres." 
	He didn't mind her spending the night, especially if it meant that he would get a repeat of that first night. John took her in his arms and comforted her, assuring that everything would be just fine and that he wasn't angry at her. He looked at the darkening sky, wondering if she was right. It was just a flu bug. 

	The moon was peeking over the horizon, and John felt nothing. Seemingly satisfied, Hunter got up and walked into the bedroom. "You stay right there." After a few minutes, she came out in a french maid outfit. The black skirt would have hung mid thigh, but the poofy white material pushed it out, accentuating the sway of her hips. The top was a black corset with white lace across the front. It pushed her small breasts together and somehow gave her cleavage. 
	John was incredibly aroused, his penis was pressing painfully against the inside of his pants, aching to get out. She bent over, pretending to dust this and that, revealing that she was not wearing any underwear. This was too much and John walked over to her. He dropped his pants and grabbed her hips. She put her hands on the wall to brace herself and allow himself easier access. As he was thrusting, he felt his orgasm grow until the pleasure engulfed his entire crotch. He didn't notice when his nipples grew and darkened. 
	His penis slid in and out, urging the pleasure to grow even further. The warm feelings spread to his ass, causing it to swell and round out. He shifted his weight as his pelvis turned and widened. Hunter had to adjust herself slightly to deal with the change in height. By now, he was moaning loudly, his voice cracking. Hunter tried to look back, but was racked by orgasm herself. She felt his penis grow more rigid and expected him to cum in her. Instead, he only thrusted faster, the pleasure engulfing his legs. They lost all their hair and the muscle definition faded. His feet shrunk and grew more dainty. 
	He grabbed the fabric of her dress and guided her to the couch, laying her down before crawling on top of her. His face was red with passion and she looked down at his chest. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. He moved to kiss her and entered her waiting vagina, thrusting powerfully. He looked down, the pleasure centering around his nipples. The flesh puffed up around them and he crushed growing breasts against hers. She realized that she was overflowing the corset as well, her own turning in full swing. She brushed his growing brown hair out of her face. He got the hint and tossed it over to one side. 
	He felt the pleasure build inside of him until he thought he would explode, he was unusually loud during this round of sex. Moans and screams escaped his red, plump lips as his face grew smoother. With one final push, the pleasure retreated from every part of his body and concentrated on his penis. He felt like he was blowing everything he had into his lover. If someone was watching, they would have seen his testicles ascend into his torso and the scrotum flatten and split into a labia.
	After he was finished, he sat on the couch, the waves of pleasure and afterglow of sex still making his skin tingle. Hunter watched his hair grow over his narrowing shoulders. The breasts had settled on what looked like a d-cup and Hunter was certain were lactating already. She watched his erection fade, but instead of shrinking to its normal size, it continued to shrink to the size of a pencil eraser nestled at between her new vaginal lips. It was a her now. She was certain that the hormones running through her brain would keep her from freaking out when she finally opened her eyes and looked at her new assets. She also wouldn't remember this in the morning. Hunter only remembered the third time she grew. 
	Leaning close, she whispered "John, how are you feeling?" A dainty hand with long fingers caressed her breast. She still had her eyes closed, not wanting to believe the sensations that were coming from her fingers or chest. The hand went south across the hairless belly and settled on the empty groin. She opened her eyes and looked down, stretching her long, curvy legs for a quick inspection. 
	Hunter was having a hard time fighting the hormones that were running through her own body. By now her nipples had popped out of the corset and the laces were straining around her midsection. She had no reason to hold back her own belly and hadn't exerted any effort in keeping it small. She reached back and tried to undo the costume, hoping to save it for another time. "Call me Joan." 
	Joan was unaware that she had any control over herself or her condition. Her hands moved to her stomach, feeling the skin stretch and expand. She moaned, and with each passing second her womb expanded, filling with the life that she would bear for one night a month. A pressure was building up inside of her, forcing her hips to grow even wider and her belly to arc out. Hunter put her hands on the woman's belly and began massaging, feeling the life fill within. A tearing sound heralded the end of the french maid costume as she found her attention engulfed in Joan's swelling belly. Her own stomach was swelling without any restraint. 
	Hunter shifted on the couch as she felt a head settle against her pelvis. The bulge of her stomach shifted visibly down and she made a mental note to contain herself, lest she go into labor. Joan leaned over and began kissing Hunter, by now she was a being ruled by lust and was playing her advances against Hunter's hormones. Hunter stood up and went to her bag, pulling out a large pink vibrator. She leaned Joan back against the couch and spread her legs, pressing the tip of the vibrator against her waiting vagina. 
	Joan took control of the vibrator and was sliding it in and out, relishing the feeling of her new womanhood. Hunter leaned over and put her lips on Joan's nipples, eliciting a moan as she began to to suck, pulling the woman's nipple into her mouth. Joan pulled Hunter's head into her chest and arched her back, driving herself to orgasm.
	
	John awoke the next morning, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into his bedroom. His head was pounding as he stumbled out to the kitchen. A bloody mary and some aspirin was waiting for him on the counter. "How much did I drink last night?"
	Hunter put the bacon on a plate next to the scrambled eggs. "You didn't drink anything." She got out her phone and flipped it open, clicking a few times before turning the screen to him. What he saw was a pregnant brunette sitting on a couch just like his, pleasuring herself with a vibrator. He squinted and looked closer. The woman could have been his twin, and the couch looked just like his. There was the corner of a piece of art visible in the picture. That art piece was hanging over his couch in the exact same position as the picture. He looked up at her, disbelief evident on his face. 
	"Look at the time stamp." 
	He checked the name of the picture, it was date stamped at around 1:00am that morning. With a flash of understanding, he realized that she had been telling the truth. Though he couldn't remember anything after dark, he knew that woman in the picture was him. "I'm so sorry, at least you enjoyed yourself." The picture seemed to prove that much.
	"As long as you're around to keep me from embarrassing myself, I guess I'll be ok."

	
	Over the next few weeks, John felt great. His libido was off the charts and he and Hunter would get together whenever their schedules allowed. The sex was fantastic and they couldn't be happier. Three days before the next full moon, Hunter got a call. Her Great Aunt had died of a stroke. She had to go up for the funeral, but promised she would return to keep him safe for that night. The afternoon of the full moon, he got a call. Her flight had been canceled, but she was desperately trying to return on another flight.
	
	John paced before the window, the evening sun casting long shadows in the room. He locked the door and shut the blinds, hoping to keep the moonlight out and Joan in. 
	Shortly after sundown, he started to overheat. A fire seemed to radiate out from his crotch and his penis was fiercely erect. He went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, splashing the cold water on his face. As the water dripped down, he saw his white undershirt cling to his chest. In the mirror, he saw a large dark nipple under the fabric. He quickly stripped, just in time to feel a pulling on the skin of his chest. Fat started to fill the gap between the skin and his pectoral muscle and he groaned as the skin stretched and his underdeveloped mammary glands sprung to life. His brown hair grew and tickled his shoulders.
	He brought his hands up to ease the sensation, but was greeted by pleasure radiating from where he touched. In the mirror, he saw his new breasts fill his hands and flow between his fingers. He ignored the feeling of tightness in his pants, fixated on what was happening to his torso. His chest hair was disappearing and his shoulders were narrowing, losing the muscle mass and becoming softer. A once athletic V-cut torso shrunk and became the top half of an hourglass shape. He shifted his stance, relieving a stiffness in his pelvis. 
	By now his hands had induced lactation and he watched dumbfounded as he squeezed out a stream of milk onto the mirror. He barely noticed that his fingernails had grown out and taken a shine. A ripping sound brought him back to reality as he tore the seat of his jeans with his wide hips. He swore as he removed his hands from his breasts and lowered his old jeans. He put his hands on his erect penis and lifted it, noting that his scrotum had turned into vaginal lips. As he lowered this penis, the feeling of his hand against his penis drove him to orgasm and he fell to his knees, spraying the front of the cabinet under the sink. He felt a pulling sensation as his penis shrunk and his foreskin covered her new clitoris.	He wrapped his arms around his stomach as a womb formed and matured in seconds. By now, her voice was higher and her adams apple had disappeared. 
	As she stood, she felt something stretch inside of her and became aware of the growing life in her new womb. She put her hands on her belly and felt it expand out slightly. Remembering how Hunter managed to suppress her growth, she focused on halting her expansion and walked out of the bathroom. A growing need between her legs drove out John and Joan picked up some of the clothes Hunter had left on previous nights. After selecting a skirt that showed too much thigh and the halter top that she over flowed, she put on some flip flops and headed out to the clubs. 

	Joan awoke at 5:42 AM laying on some guy's arm. The feeling of sexual satisfaction was quickly replaced by a desire to get home before she changed back. Lifting the blanket, she was amazed at her nude form. Her belly was huge and her breasts were oozing milk. She grunted as she rolled onto her back, surprised at the effort it took to move around. After she stood, she quickly gathered up her clothes and pulled the top down over her huge belly. The top button of the skirt didn't fasten, but that didn't matter. Something kicked in her stomach as she grabbed her flip flops and headed out, moving silently to keep from waking the unfortunate soul that she was certain she had doomed to a similar fate. 

	As she showered off, cleaning off the sweat and filth of the night, a pain shot up her belly. She continued rubbing her large belly, marveling at how big and round it was. Something pressed into her bladder and kicked her lungs and the entire mass shifted with the motion. She rinsed herself off and grabbed a towel before waddling over to her bed. Pausing briefly to admire her gravid form in the mirror. Her breasts hadn't grown but the nipples had grown even larger, just waiting to be milked. She decided that the pain was from standing too long and laid down to catch some sleep before the sun rose.
	Drifting off to sleep, she felt another bit of pain, her stomach was much firmer under her hands. When the pain went away, her bulge returned to its pliable softness. Joan's eyes went wide at the realization of what was going on. Fear entered her eyes as the realization hit that she was going into birth. The sky was shifting from dark blue to gray as another contraction hit. She got up and walked around, hoping to ease the pain. The birthing hormones drove out her apprehension. In the mirror she saw that her bump was riding lower than it had when she got out of the shower. 
	Something warm ran down her leg and she saw that she left a puddle on the hardwood floor in her hallway. Putting her hands on her back as another wave of pain hit, she waddled back over to her bed to sit, looking for any position that would relieve the pain. She looked at her clock, it was 6:12 and the sun would be up in another 20 minutes. She was knocked back onto the bed as the pain of another contraction hit and she felt herself to make room for something big and round that entered the top of her vagina. She bent her knees and spread her legs, hoping to provide the easiest exit for whatever was coming out. By now, she was dripping sweat into her bed and screaming as the contractions hit every thirty seconds. As she felt something stretch herself out, she screamed with a final push and passed out just as the sun peaked over the horizon. 

	A few hours later, John woke up, feeling a little worse for wear but generally whole. He tore apart the sheets looking for evidence of the baby or birthing. The floor on the hallway showed no mark from what happened. He had missed a few calls from Hunter and decided to call her back. 

	Almost four weeks later, John and Hunter went shopping for sex toys and decided to wait out the full moon together.