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The town wasn’t much bigger than Tolly, but it was much more modern. It reminded me of the subdivisions back home, where all of the houses were made by the same developer, and they all had the same exact layout, right down to the placement of the toilet paper holders. It was quiet. On the edge of the town was a gas station. I went inside to ask directions to the nearest bar. The man working was sleeping behind the counter with his head tilted back.

He was young—if he was a day over twenty I would be surprised. He was thin and his skin was pale, as if he’d spent his whole summer stuck in that gas station, working that shitty job. I snuck by and went into the bathroom to quickly do my makeup. I was way hotter with my makeup done up nicely, and my chances of getting some action were way better. I figured it was best to get it done while the cravings were manageable.

But by the time I was finished getting my eyeliner perfect and my eye-shadow just right, my cravings weren’t so manageable. I found myself squirming, reaching down and rubbing my clit in an attempt to quell my intense desires. I imagined myself getting penetrated by two huge cocks at the same time—one in my pussy, one in my ass. My fantasy men had perfect rhythm. As one pulled back, the other plunged down. Warm juices were running down my legs. Rubbing myself wasn’t cutting it. If anything, it was making the cravings worse.

I needed to fuck that gas station clerk.

He was still asleep when I emerged from the bathroom. He seemed way sexier now that my thirst was more intense. I went behind the counter, I stood right in front of him, and then I tapped his shoulder. “Excuse me,” I said, and then he jumped awake.

“What? What are you doing?” he said in a thick Scottish accent.

“Just pretend like I’m not here,” I said, and then I sunk down between his legs. He was tense, now fully-awake, staring down at me. He wasn’t moving.

“What the hell are you doing?” he said.

“Just relax, darling,” I said as I unzipped his fly. He didn’t put up a fight. No nineteen year old in his right mind would. He said nothing at all as I pulled out his cock and I sunk it into my mouth. I didn’t even wait for him to get hard, though it didn’t take long. I felt him grow and harden against my tongue. He had a nice, big cock. Unfortunately, he didn’t last long. I hadn’t even gotten going when he suddenly burst in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” he moaned. His cock blasted off quickly, as if it was in a huge rush to get rid of his big load. I swallowed. I felt a bit better, but it wasn’t enough—and there was still the whole night ahead of me.

“How long before you can go again?” I asked.

He stared at me with big, glowing eyes. “I don’t know. Twenty minutes?” he said.

“C’mon,” I said, standing up and grabbing his wrist. I pulled him into the staff room, made him lie down, and then I sat down on his lap and started grinding my bare pussy against his cock. He looked uncomfortable, but he still didn’t put up a fight. “Are you a virgin?” I asked.

His face became red. “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone,” he said, as if I had anyone to tell. That guilt returned for a moment, knowing that he was going to transform at the next full moon, and he was so young. He had his whole life ahead of him, a whole cursed life. Maybe I could find a solution, some way to break the curse, and I could free all of my victims. I just needed to get to Tolly.

After a few minutes, the young man was hard again. I reached down, lined him up with my soaking-wet hole, and then I let him inside of me. His face lit up, feeling the inside of a pussy for the first time. This time he lasted a good fifteen minutes before coming inside of me. I let him play with my tits and he even reached down and massaged my clit for me—something he’d probably seen in a porno movie. It felt good. I came a couple of times, and after it was all said and done, I felt like I was back in control of myself.

I gave the young man a kiss before leaving. He was probably going to go back behind that counter, fall back asleep, and assume it was all a dream when he finally woke up again. And then, in a few weeks when that moon was full again, he was going to be in for a very terrifying surprise.

My next victim was a man who was at home alone. I saw him through his upstairs window, sitting in a recliner, reading a book. I knocked on the door and he answered. I told him I was lost and needed to use the phone. He let me inside to use the phone, and when I was done making the fake call, I told him I needed somewhere to stay for an hour while I waited for my ride. He let me stay. I asked if I could take a quick shower, and he showed me to the bathroom. I let the hot water run down my body for a few minutes, and then I called and asked him to bring me a towel. He opened the door a crack and reached the towel in, and then I took his wrist and I pulled him in. I was standing naked. He froze at the sight of me, his eyes wide.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked.

And he just nodded his head. I turned around, placed my hands on the edge of his bathtub, and I waited. He stepped up, felt my warm, soft skin, and then I felt his big, throbbing cock press up against my slit. He was a good fuck. His big cock stretched my cunt, which hurt a bit at first, but I liked it. I liked everything about it. I even loved the feeling when he pulled out and sprayed my back with his hot load. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was loving it because of the curse, or if I was just discovering that I loved being fucked as a woman.

The man’s neighbour fell for the same trick. He fucked like he was on speed, holding my hips firmly and slamming me quickly from behind. My ass was red and sore when he was finished, from his hard pelvis pounding it repeatedly. He came inside of me and then he made me lick the excess cum off of the tip of his dick.

And then the next thing I remember is waking up in a field just outside of the small town, naked, in my male body, with my things in a small pile next to me. I got dressed and continued my way towards Tolly.

The transformation didn’t happen again that night, or the next night when I finally reached my peculiar destination. I went back into that bar and, once again, the place became silent. Everyone looked over at me. I scanned the faces until I saw him: the bearded man I was looking for. “I thought I told you not to come back to this place,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I just have a few questions,” I said.

“We don’t want your questions.”

“I’m not leaving until I get answers.” A cold tingle ran down my spine as the men all stared at me. I knew what they were capable of.

The silence returned to the space. The bearded man stood up and walked towards the exit. “Come on then,” the bearded man said. He led me outside. A few men from the bar came out with us and stood by the door, as if to make sure I didn’t go back inside. “What do you want?”

“The curse—how can it be stopped?” I asked.

He stared at me with narrowed eyes for a moment and then said, “Why do you ask?” If he caught on that I was cursed, he would have killed me right then and there—I have no doubts about it. So I had to keep my cool.

“There’s a town north of here dealing with a werewoman problem,” I said, lying.

“You can only break the curse by killing the cursed. That’s why we killed your friend.”

“There must be some other way,” I said.

“There’s no way, son. Now get out of here, and for your own sake, don’t go to that town you’re talking about. You don’t want anything to do with that curse. Believe me.”

“Why are you all so afraid of it?” I asked.

“Because we don’t want none of it. It just isn’t right.”

I wanted to ask him what would happen if I didn’t succumb to the cravings, but I couldn’t think of a way to ask without implicating myself. “But why kill them? Why not just lock them up until they finish their transformation?”

“I already told you: because it isn’t right. No man should have to suffer that fate. They’re better off dead. Now get the hell out of here.”