Ok, here's the story, I was an archeology student, part of an expedition sent to deepest London to dig up a Roman mosaic; but thats not important, it has, like, almost nothing to do with what happened.
It all started at the Phawly Towers Hotel, a small guest house of dubious quality in Hampstead, London... "I do not fucking believe this country, only five TV channels and only three with sound AND picture" moaned Saxon
"At least this TV works! The one in our room has no vertical hold" pointed out Joel.
"Doc Chalmers, says we just have to live with it, says he'll take it up with the bursar when we get back to the Uni." said Reggie.
"So what we watching guys? Celebrity Squares?, Ready Steady Cook?, Changing Rooms or Cricket?" Asked Mikey twiddling the channel changing button (the remote didn't work).
"What's Changing Rooms?"
"Fixer upper stuff, like Trading Spaces"
"Cricket? That's like baseball but with only two bases right?"
Quickly I slipped out of the room, pulled my coat on and headed down the stairs; with what I had planned I didn't want a posse of friends along.
"Hold it right there Jennings"
Busted, I thought.
"Hi Sir, I was just going for a run...they don't even have cable and..." I gave him the pleading look, the one that always works on mom. I don't know why I did that, old school instinct I guess. I'm 18 and Doc Chalmers ain't got no curfew powers.
Chalmers ran his fingers through his thinning hair. A nervous gesture, It was the first day in of our three week London study vacation and it was already going like a slow motion train crash.
So far the archaeological dig we were here to help out with got cancelled (a Victorian sewer decided to flood the site to a depth of three feet), and as for the hotel... The argument between Doc Chalmers and the hotel manager, a Mr. Phawly, would have been entertaining if weren't for the state of our hotel rooms.
"I want you back in by midnight. You and I both know this "run" of yours will take at least that long... Don't come back drunk, don't come Back in a police car." continued Chalmers in full school-trip-teacher mode.
"Hey! You can trust me doc" I said with injured innocence.
He looked me up and down. He didn't have to say anything; we both knew exactly how believable I had sounded.
"Really; you can rely on me Sir" I tried again in my best Boy Scout voice, quickly backing towards the door and freedom.
A second later I was stood on the street for taking in the autumnal scene. My heart leapt, this was it! Free and loose in London. I'd had this planned from the moment I'd heard that the hotel was right on the edge if Hampstead Heath.
I'm from the Bible belt y'see, the sort of place that believes Gay is something that only happens on coasts. Yeah that's right I'm gay and at this point in the story so totally in the closet that even my friends think I'm just unlucky with girls, with what the future has in store for me it's just as well I do like boys!
Anyhow. I couldn't believe my luck, there I was within walking distance of one the world's gayest locations, a place where it was said there was a horny young guy behind every tree.
As I walked toward the Heath I noticed there were even a couple of diner vans parked up ready to serve snacks to any cruisers who got hungry. They sure know how to treat you right here in the UK, not only do they not beat shit out of you, they lay on catering at the cruising grounds!
I guess I should have known it was a "paved with gold" concept of how things are; damn that Spartacus guide! I'd walked through the trees for over an hour finding nothing, nada, zip. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to see another human, let alone a gay one.
Then I found it. Nailed to a tree were two buckets, one containing lube, the other had free condoms...how excellent was that! So, I figured, with all these free sex aids there'd have to be someone cruising around here someplace (not that I was getting horny and desperate or anything). I grabbed a few caches and stuffed them in my coat pocket, better safe after all.
That's when I first heard It, I thought it was a dog howling, I know now how wrong I was.
"AughooOobeeey"
Over to the right, the bushes rustled slightly. Excellent, I thought, finally a guy to check out. Slowly, casually, I just happened to walk in a direction that would put me on the other side of the bushes. Have you noticed how people cruising are the only ones who think they're not looking suspicious?
There was a clearing, where a massive old oak had fallen; I froze as soon as I saw her. Imagine my disappointment, a babe…or was it? Perhaps she was a Shemale with a really tight gaff.
See, I was that horny I was ready to bend reality a little. I can tell the difference really, honest. Anyhow she was perched on top of the fallen tree; my first thought was that I was way over dressed. Here was me wearing winter clothes with the collar turned up so as not to be recognized..and there was her nearly naked.
She was wearing long glitter-dusted thigh-boots and a sequin covered, magenta dinner jacket; and that was all she had on. She was muscular and tanned with perfect tits, the perky sort that will never need the assistance of a bra, glistening in the pale moonlight; think Xena only fitter.
There was something feral about her, the way she crouched on top of that log, the way she sniffed the air.
In her outstretched hand he dangled a pocketwatch on a chain. The watch was swaying like a pendulum and her head moved from side to side following its movement.
I just stood there, she was too perfect to disturb; that, and I was still brand new at cruising and didn't know how to make the first move (remember I was still thinking 'Shemale' and 'cock' at that point). As it turned out I didn't need to worry about chat up lines or meaningful looks, she'd already got my scent.
Her head snapped around looking directly at me. Her eyes seemed to glow yellow in the moonlight. Then she moved, leaping down and bounding toward me. She ran on all fours, it was how a chimp runs, sorta like Tarzan in that new Disney cartoon.
I backed up startled, stopped by the tree behind me.
My emotions were in turmoil. I'd never done it with a man let alone a shemale, I wanted cock and I wanted it bad.. but this ladyboy was weirding me out, not normal, not normal at all. She was right there in front of me, eyes like a wolf, yellowy gold instead of blue or brown. she sniffed me savoring my odor like I was a bottle of fine wine (or lunch).
"Fiforthretoonesleeeeee" she said
Now I was really nervous. She might look drop dead gorgeous and might even be packing the cock I craved, but she was definitely not dealing with a full deck.
She lofted her pocketwatch before my eyes. It was a particularly fine one its surface engraved in a leafy pattern. The watch popped open to reveal its face.
"Fiforthretoonesleeeeee" She said.
"Umm, Yeah right. Umm nice watch. Really nice. Honestly" I said starting to side step around my tree, ready to slip away.
Her bronze hued hand pressed my shoulder back against the tree.
"Fiforthretoonesleeeeee!" she said again this time with more urgency
Ok I thought, she is really beautiful and she really is insistent that I stay, so perhaps its best to play along until some other cruiser shows up.
"Um Ok, my name's Phil" I said, (I told you I'd never cruised before. It's like, rule one.. no one wants to know names).
"Fiforthretoonesleeeeee" she said
Did I tell you about those beautiful yellow eyes? I did didn't I. I found myself looking into them, with the pocket watch rhythmically interrupting my view of them.
"Fiforthretoonesleeeeee"
Yeah you guessed it...looking into the babe's eyes, the watch, the funny words, I was drifting into a happy relaxed state almost immediately.
"AuuOoobey" she cried in victory
I just stood there with a sloppy grin on my face. Was I hypnotized? Or was it that I was getting it on in a location I'd spent the last three months fantasizing about?
I still just stood there as she broke the zip on my pants, her strong red nailed fingers pulling them down around my ankles so that she could get at my cock. Did I mention I wasn't wearing underpants; forward planning, in case I got lucky.
She crouched down, balanced on the balls of her feet, her mouth engulfing my penis. I wanted to put my hands in her long hair and guide her bobbing head, but I couldn't move, I was too relaxed, too hypnotized.
"Well, well, well..Looks like we got us a hag and his fag" said a menacing voice from across the clearing.
"Fuckin' pre-verts" agreed said a second voice, the one with the baseball bat.
It must have surprised my odd friend too, her sharp teeth nipped at my cock, the sudden pain snapping me out of my happy trance.
She turned and leaped at them with a great cry of "AuuOoobey!"
At first I thought she was going to do the Xena thing and protect me. Instead she knocked them down and continued deeper into the woods. I was alone...and the two thugs were getting to their feet, seriously pissed off.
I admit it; I was fucking terrified. I pulled up my pants and yelled "HELP! GAYBASHERS!" at the top of my voice.
Suddenly the woods were alive. It seemed as if a pair or trio of men were stepping from behind every tree.
The bat wielder had sufficient grasp of maths to figure 7:1 odds weren't going to be evened with a bat. Quickly he dragged his mate around and ran.
The drama over the cruisers came over to check on me. Where had they all come from? How they'd gotten close without me seeing? I never got an answer. Perhaps Hampstead Heath does have some magical property after all.
"You ok old chap?" asked a fat middle-aged guy.
"Yeah, I guess" I said still Breathing hard.
"American?" he asked (stating the obvious I thought).
"Sure am! It's my first time here." I said sheepishly.
"I'd better fill you in on geography then" he said putting a friendly hand on my shoulder "you don't just wander about on The Heath, its divided into sections. Around here it's the S&M crowd, a bit further down its Queens, over in that direction's muscle beach, and up by the road is twink's wood, that's where you'll find the first timers like yourself.
I guess it's like guards around a camp; usually the bastards have to get past the muscle and leatherboys before they can beat on vulnerable twinks like me.
I was beginning to shiver as the adrenaline rush ended.
"Why don't I guide you out, you look like you could use a nice cup of tea."
"Sure, yeah that'd be kewl" I said through chattering teeth.
His name was George it turned out. I didn't fancy the old dude, but he sure knew how to run a pick up line. By the time I'd finished my tea, he'd given me his phone number and extracted a promise to text him anytime ...Anytime... If I wanted to be shown around any of London's other gay hotspots.
* * *
I didn't tell any of them about the bite, not even George. Perhaps If I had things would have been different. I don't know, was I too embarrassed or perhaps even then the changes had already started, a new instinct keeping my mouth shut.
I snuck back into the hotel room I shared with Saxon without disturbing him.
I should explain about Saxon, when we first arrived at the hotel I'd been real worried when I found I was sharing with Saxon. If any of them was guaranteed to give me a woody problem, Saxon was the one. Saxon's a jock; he's only doing the archaeology course to pad out his sports scholarship. Unfortunately he's pretty loud about his opinion of gays and his tolerance of pretty boys (such as me) isn't much better.
I've had wet fantasies in which Saxon isn't a total knobhead, but there you go, reality's a bitch.
That night I slept very soundly and awoke feeling refreshed; a lot better than I expected given my first adventure in cruising. The first odd thing I noticed was that the cut on my penis had healed itself. It was so odd that I immediately forgot all about it.
My thoughts went something like this... Hey the cut's gone; kewl that means I can go cruising again, without risk of catching shit.
At breakfast, Doc Chalmers informed us that as there was still no news of when the dig site would be drained of sewage. We could go shopping or sightseeing, whilst he arranged a back-up plan for our educational improvement (his phrase).
That got a general cheer and we all headed out as a group arguing over what to see first. Saxon was holding out for going to see a soccer game, a team called Totteningham he said (he meant Spurs but he was absolutely sure of the name). That idea got voted down when we discovered the prices and we headed for Harrods department store instead.
After a short hellish journey by tube (like the New York subway but, like, twenty times more people) we were there, Harrods.
We headed to menswear ...talk about over priced! The other guys drifted toward designer T-shirts, but something else caught my eye. It was The most beautiful yellow sequined waistcoat, hung up just across the aisle in "ladies evening wear". I ran my hands over it feeling the rough edged scales of plastic under fingertips. Heaven.
"What do you think guys?" I said holding it up.
"You have got to be kidding" said Joel.
"Its umm yellow" offered Reggie half-heartedly.
"Looks like something a faggot would wear" growled Saxon.
On any other day I would have taken that as a big "don't do it" warning. I usually took great pains to not-look-gay. Today I didn't care. I had to have it!
It cost me close to Ł300 that's $500 U.S... maxing out one of my credit cards. I immediately stuffed my old shirt in the carrier and wore just the sequined waistcoat over my naked boyish torso. It tickled at my nipples in a way that did interesting things lower down.
Timeout for a second whilst I tell you how my body used to look. I was what a gay guy would call a 'twink' that's to say I looked boyish, healthy, but a good layer of burger-fat disguising any muscles I might have had. The thing with the sensitive nipples was new.
Anyhow, the guys took every opportunity to disrespect my lovely new waistcoat for the rest of the day. They expected some reaction but got none. I love that waistcoat, it's like a second skin (and fits a lot better nowadays), there was nothing they could say to upset me.
* * *
The next day was pretty much the same. The others complained about the beds, personally I had never slept better, the dig was still flooded and we went shopping again, this time Selfridges on Oxford Street. That's where things began to get strange again...
"Phil? Phil? Are you alright man?" said a voice.
"Huh?" I said intelligently.
"You've been looking at those watches for, like, an hour"
I shifted my gaze from the watch I'd been looking at for the last five minutes to the next one in the shop display.
"I'm busy" I said not taking my eye off the timepiece.
"We're going to the London Wheel next. You coming?" persisted the voice, I can't recall if I answered or not; I was far too busy looking at the pretty watches.
I love the way the watches count, especially the really old clockwork ones with the mechanisms visible. When you look at the cogs you can always see a smaller one inside and you can even count the number of teeth on each....
Sorry I think I wandered there for a moment...where was I? Oh yeah, the display of watches. I felt a tap on my shoulder; it was a smartly dressed security guard.
"I'm sorry sir, we are closing now sir," he said in that deferential butler voice that only a Brit can do properly.
I blinked owlishly at the timepieces, they all said 19:00 and it was dark outside. Flustered I allowed myself to be guided out onto Oxford Street;I had lost a whole day.
My cousin is an epileptic; he has what's called absence seizures where he just locks solid staring into space for, like, a minute or so. Was that a seizure? One lasting several hours? My stomach turned to ice, would this mean my driving license would be revoked like Cousin Andy's had? It never occurred to me that there might be another, stranger explanation, not then, not until after the first full moon.
I hurried back to the hotel and just lay there on my bed. My thoughts were in turmoil, fears about my odd loss of time mixed in with my new fascination for timepieces, sequins, sensitive nipples and a strange feeling of anticipation.
Later, Saxon staggered heavily into the room. Clearly the worst for drink. I watched him strip, making note of his magnificent butt. Until now I'd have been careful not to look, treating him as if he were the Hydra and I'd be turned to stone if I were caught looking.
This time I was scoping him out quite openly. Only the fact that he was totally pickled (and having trouble with buttons) kept him unaware of my lustful gaze. Even that didn't register as a 'sign' I guess if I had been straight the sudden fascination with Saxon's butt would have set the ol' alarms going.
I slept peacefully, if anything I awoke feeling even more relaxed. My epilepsy fears had vanished along with my fear of being outed. I can't explain it, but my feeling of well being just wiped away all my concerns.
I sat in bed quietly just watching Saxon's beautiful body. He was naked apart from one sock and his boxers(which tangled around the same foot as the sock); he was slumped on top of the duvet where sleep had claimed him giving me an excellent view.
The next few days went quickly, our itinerary had included a heavy lecture schedule for when we weren't supposed to be at the dig. I had no opportunity to look at any more pocketwatches or eveningwear or jewellery; and that was like an itch I couldn't scratch. I did have plenty of time to scope out each of my classmates though.
My visit to The Heath had seemed to give me a new confidence, I no longer cared what people thought when they saw me watching them. I watched every male I could get my eyes on, assessing them, deciding if I wanted them or not. I quite fancied most of them I concluded.
Oddly I didn't return to The Heath or seek out any of the gay bars or clubs. My sexdrive was getting harder and harder to keep under control, and yet I wasn't seeking out any gay relief, I concluded that seducing straight men must be what turned me on. The feeling of anticipation increased with every hour.
Time passed and the moon began to fill out again. My friends and I had stopped speaking, they knew I was checking them out at every opportunity and were uneasy with it. They were too polite to say, but that's how it was.
Saxon of course was a different matter and had made it clear that if he caught me looking, there's be trouble...he also started wearing his underwear to bed so that I wouldn't get a free show.
The next day was free again and I headed to the shops, I wanted to look at the pretty watches again. I just had to have one, but which? The gold Hunter? Or the Rolex? In the end it reached closing time and I had to choose. I went with the gold hunter, and after a millisecond hesitation grabbed a pair of diamond ear-studs to go with it (totally maxing out my two emergency credit cards).
I spent the evening bugging everyone in the hotel showing them my new pocketwatch which I would dangle on its chain in that way that showed it off to best effect.
Oh yeah, the moon. It would be full in less than 18 hours. My watch has a really kewl split display with a moon symbol that mimics the lunar phases, it was this feature that finally swung my decision, the other watch had GPS which seemed less useful for some reason.
* * *
The next day I must have been unbearable I was in the same state a 6 year old is in on Christmas Eve. All I could focus on was the anticipation. I didn't know what 'It' was that would happen, but it would be soon. If it wasn't soon I would probably explode. Oh yeah, add into the mix I was pissed at not being allowed to wear my sequined waistcoat, not appropriate apparently.
We headed back to the hotel after the day's lectures, whatever it was, was imminent now; I was shivering with eager anticipation.
"Shit, look at Phil guys" said Reggie.
"Hey man you feeling ok?"
I nodded, still shivering.
"Look at the sweat pouring off him and his chest looks kind of swollen, that's one heck of a fever he must have"
"Saxon you'd better get him up to your room" instructed Doc Chalmers.
"I ain't touching gayboy. Its probably an STD!"
"You want that credit Mister? You take him to the room and see to it that he's comfortable, right now" instructed Chalmers with more steel in his voice than I would have expected.
Personally I didn't see what all the fuss was about. Sweating made my clothes stick to me showing off my physique (what there was of it). The idea of being alone in a room with Saxon and him having to make me "comfortable" was kewl enough to make me comply.
Moonrise, a special time, I still hadn't put the clues together, and now it was too late. What you see on TV about Were-Transforms being painful, at least at first..yeah well, they are right, it fucking hurts.
Saxon had just dumped me on my bed and turned to leave when it started. It felt like my chest was on fire, I ripped at my shirt spraying Saxon's muscular back with a shrapnel of buttons. I then started on my pants ripping from the ankle upward with an ease that should have surprised me. I didn't get to finish with the pants, things were moving way too fast.
Time seemed to slow, Saxon was beginning to turn around but it was at a snails pace, or so it seemed.
My pants, were suddenly a skin tight fit around my hips, splitting the pant seam, popping the fastener and forcing the zip apart. The pain surged through me, centering on my cock. I looked down, watched as a bulge in the tight fabric lost three inches in the first surge.
I began to inhale ready to exclaim "What's happening to me?" or something like that. I never said it. The pain moved up into my abdomen feeling as if I was being pulled in half, a void forming tender and needful. What remained of my cock feeling like it was squeezed between the palms of a pair of hands.
And then my chest; I actually saw it happen; It was like watching a plastic wrapping vacuum machine. My boyishly flat abdomen seemed to just suck inward to define a full six-pack. The pain moved to my nipples, my pectorals bulged outward and my disoriented mind briefly feared breasts and a she-male future, only for that fear to transform into desire, breasts would be kewl.
My back arched, only my bare feet and newly slender/muscular shoulders were in contact with the bed, breasts swelling, first the perfect volcano-like cones and then the slight tug of gravity to give them the perfect manhunting shape. Needless to say my nipples tingled with ultra sensitivity the tips becoming thick the base becoming wide..
Then the agony reached my head, my eyes, my teeth, my brain burning, clearing away the unimportant, focusing on what truly mattered. Suddenly the pain stopped and I ran my tongue over my canine teeth, slightly longer, slightly sharper...no I did NOT have fangs.
I knew without having seen that my eyes had changed from brown to golden.
My mind? Yeah that was different too, first thing, top priority, I needed things, my pocketwatch and my waistcoat. The watch was easy, it was in my pants pocket, the waistcoat however wasn't immediately visible.
Saxon had finished his turning around and his expression was slowly turning to one of surprise. I inhaled, my enhanced nose smelling him, my mind saying 'Prey' and 'Male' in the same thought.
To a Were Prey takes priority, even over vital things like wearing the right clothes.
I immediately looked Saxon in the eye, the prey must learn its place, know who is Mistress. I'd always thought hypnosis was a skill, something you had to learn, its not, to me its an instinct.
I lifted the watch swinging it in front of his eyes and said the words.
"Five, Four, Three, Two, One...Sleep"
"Phil? What have you done with Phil?" (good ol' Saxon real sharp on the uptake)
Inexperience, I'd not gotten it right, like every newborn I'm allowed a few fumbles.
"Fiforthretoonesleeeeee"
"Ph..."
It was that fast, one second he was looking concerned (and horny), the next he was immobile with a glazed look in his eye.
"Obey!" I commanded victoriously.
My thoughts were getting simpler with every moment. The prey had submitted and now I could feed. The prey's pants were no more resistant to my razor sharp fingernails than my own had been.
The Prey knew an erection was required. I crouched down, tasting cock for the first time. I was in heaven, and then the Prey did its duty and fed me its white nectar.
The taste drove me wild, sending me completely over the edge. I hungered.
* * *
I felt the reassuring brush of my nipples against sequined cloth. I wondered when I'd put the waistcoat on; that was my first thought. There was a sound of traffic and the tinkle of coins against pavement.
I opened my eyes.
I was in the street, curled up in a largish doorway. The sound of coins had been someone mistaking me for a beggar.
I had no idea where the fuck I was or how I got there. I quickly checked myself over; I was wearing my sequined waistcoat and my diamond ear studs, I still had my pocketwatch and (fortunately) what was left of my pants. The jeans were a mess ripped off at the knee on the right, the seam split down to the thigh on the left and the zipper broken.
My body had changed again, I vaguely remembered bulking up like an extreme version of Xena Warrior Princess (No I didn't look like Jordan!). Now I was nearly back to my original skinny self, but all the boy fat had redistributed itself, I had what looked to be a pair of starter breasts with large nipples and wide areole.
The breasts didn't bother me at all. I wanted to be bothered by them, but I couldn't get upset about it even though I knew I should be.
My flabby gut had been replaced by a six-pack, I now had the sort of definition that didn't need me to hold my breath to demonstrate, that was kewl, I knew without having to check that my eyes were still golden in color.
Oh yeah; I still have a cock, I did check, I guess at some subconscious level I knew I absolutely needed to know how I was equipped. It was only a three-inch wiener but that didn't bother me either.
I had that after-party feeling that I'd had a really really good time, but couldn't quite remember exactly how bad I'd been.
I stepped back from the doorway trying to figure out where the hell I was. It was covered in posters advertising 'Mama Mia the ABBA musical at the Northumberland Theatre'. It seemed obvious that this was the theatre's loading bay.
Walking out onto the street I noticed that a large number of shops were selling porn or had rainbow flags out; my bra-less condition was also getting checked out by many of the pedestrians, who seemed to act as if they'd prefer to get me someplace naked. The attention to the slight cleavage visible between the open front of my waistcoat didn't bother me one way or the other, I had other things on my mind.
Where the hell am I? I wondered; then I saw the street sign 'Old Compton Street' I knew where I was now...the heart of Soho, on London's gayest (and most transgendered) street.
"How the hell did I get here? And what the hell time is it?" I said to myself. I'm no expert on geography but I know Hampstead and Soho are like, miles apart. A little way down the street was a taxi office for Rainbow Cabs, I decided to get a cab back to the hotel, like, fast.
* * *
The cabby's name was Erika, like cabbies everywhere S/he had opinions and a life history S/he wanted to share. Unlike most cabbies S/he wore eyeliner and had just started on the hormones.
Poor Erika doing things the hard way, if only S/he knew!
As we pulled up outside the Phawly Towers Hotel, I dug into my pocket for his fare, I was several pounds short; black cabs are fucking expensive.
I gave the cabby the pleading look and began to explain how I'd have to go inside to get more cash. I felt a shiver go through me, my breasts seemed to swell temporarily from an 'A' size to a 'B' (or was it 'C'?). I still can't get a handle on bra sizes; I never wear them.
I adjusted my gaze making it a powerful stare; it was instinctive to look at Erika that way.
Erika got a sloppy, happy look on her ladyboy face and said "no charge".
"Thanks man!" I said and thought nothing further of it.
I ran (girlishly) into the hotel, it had started to rain. That's when I entered the Twilight Zone ™. Phawly was stood behind his reception desk with his usual haughty arrogant look on his face. He ignored me; I ignored him right back.
I raced upstairs taking the Victorian staircase two steps at a time. I saw the first evidence of my 'what I don't remember' when I entered the room I shared with Saxon. Saxon was still stood there at attention his pants in shreds around his ankles. I walked around him, he didn't move. Unable to resist, I touched his flaccid cock, which hardened to my touch; his face still didn't react, it was like he wasn't aware of his own erection.
I remembered the taste, a small fragment of memory. On a hunch I left him alone and went next door to check on Joel and Mikey.
Joel was on his knees his head angled slightly upward, Mikey was propped against the bed legs splayed as if someone had sat on his (still erect) cock. Dried cum formed a white crusty line up toward his pecs.
Right then I had a tiny memory flashback. Me; impaled on his cock and suffocating him between my size 'D'(?) breasts.
"Fuck" I said out loud.
"Yes Mistress" said both boys, Joel moving to join Mikey next to the bed and presenting his ass.
"What did I do last night?" I wondered aloud.
"You hypnotized us and made us yours Mistress" said Mikey.
"And then you left" added Joel sounding disappointed.
I began to get a suspicion and went to the next room, Reggie and Paulo, ...them too. Reggie led on his back on the floor with a nose that had obviously been in ass and need a wash. Paulo was on his bed practically doing the splits, his legs so far apart.
I was frowning by then and slowly backed out into the corridor. How many of my fellow students had I had sex with last night?? And why couldn't I remember much about it?
"Everyone I had sex with last night come out into the corridor." I yelled Doors opened all down the hall, I'd been a very very busy girl, some of these people I didn't even recognize.
I was about to exclaim 'fuck' but thought better of it.
Then I saw old Doc Chalmers without his pants.
"Fuck!"
Immediately they all turned and started pairing off.
"Ok everyone, stop that and back into your rooms" I ordered. I just wasn't ready for that much gay sex, not anymore.
I remembered Phawly's ignoring me on the way in. I quickly ran down to check. As I'd feared, below the cover of the reception desk his pants were reduced to a few shredded strips of fabric dangling from his belt.
"Phawly?"
"Yes Mistress?"
"Get dressed, and put out the 'No Vacancies' sign. No new guests until I say otherwise"
"Yes Mistress"
I happened to glance out the frosted glass door. Outside there was a black cab; Erika had not gone to her next fare.
Sighing, I went out in the rain to inspect the cabby.
"Yo, Erika"
"Mistress?" she said questioningly.
"Act normally Erika." I sighed
"Yes Mistress" replied Erika picking up his radio mic "Car 15 dropped off, heading to Cornwall Street"
Going back inside my thoughts were in turmoil. I sat in reception looking at my pocketwatch, winding the mechanism and polishing its face with a paper tissue. Polishing the watch helped me think. Idly I dangled it on its chain watching it twist in front of my eyes.
Time passed, I guess I was in shock. Hey, growing variable sized breasts and getting mental powers takes some getting used to, even if your mind is, like, totally happy with it.
The doorbell dingled and I heard Phawly telling the person that the hotel was full.
"I'm expected" said a feminine voice, I recognized her scent.
I flipped the watch into my palm like it was a yo-yo and jumped to my feet. I was ready to fight; I guess my new instincts had a territorial component.
"Be still!" she commanded, "I am not here to feed"
She was different from how I remembered. She looked much more the Shemale than she had on the Heath. S/he wore a sequined tuxedo and cape, a flower in her buttonhole, white gloves and a top hat in hand, a gold headed walking stick in her other hand.
She was about 25 and was still the most beautiful man or woman I'd ever seen..and those eyes!
"You! What did you do to me?" I snarled
"An accident darling; I'd intended to add you to my collection, not create a rival." she replied in a voice that screamed Dominatrix
"Rival?" yes I thought, you'd take my boys from me wouldn't you, given a chance.
"Yes, rival. You can barely stop yourself from scratching my eyes out even now. Only the fact that I'm just outside your personal space is holding your new instincts in check"
"What. Did. You. Do?" I demanded through gritted teeth.
"Here's the deal. I will give you your answer...and in return you get the fuck out of London. This is My territory, understood?" She said with lethal sweetness
I thought about it, I understood now, it was definitely a territory thing, I could relate to that.
"I'm returning to the US next week, that soon enough?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"You've heard of Werewolves?"
I nodded; I must have looked terrified.
"Don't worry its not quite like that. You don't need to worry about fur; nothing a leg waxing won't fix anyway. For us its cum we hunger for when the moon is full, not blood. We use the force of our stare to trap human males like rabbits in a headlight and then feed on their cream."
I was getting that tingle in my nipples just thinking about it. She knew how my mind worked.
"The humans don't have a name for us." She continued, "I guess the closest thing would be to call me a Were-Girl. I bit you by mistake, now you are one too"
"The waistcoat and pocketwatch? How can a dodgy dress sense and a fascination with pocketwatches be transmitted by a bite?" I asked suspiciously
"If I'd had bondage gear and a pierced nose you'd have gone that way instead..In a way I'm your mom, and daughters copy their moms."
"So what do I do now? Can I control this moon-change, prevent it somehow?" I asked
"Do you want to?"
"Well no, but..."
"Even if you wanted to, the hunger for fresh cum is too great. Even between moons you're going to be craving it."
I must have looked kind of lost, so She went on impatiently.
"Look, what you do once you're back in America is you're concern, but I suggest you look into a career as a stage hypnotist, most of our kind have found that it's a good cover, allowing us to practice our hypnotic gaze and get a free drink between moons."
The thought of fresh cum made my stomach rumble and I briefly glanced up the stairs to where my boys waited. The thought that they were mine came naturally, I was already thinking of my friends as property.
"You need to know about sex too." She added.
"I did Sex Ed. 101 already. I'm not a kid" (I was sensitive about my boyish looks, I still had trouble getting served in bars).
"You want that top grade rack and pussy you had the other night lasting longer than a couple of nights a month?"
Right then a memory slipped back down into ms conscious mind. It was the memory of exactly how it felt to have a space filled with pulsing meat and then have it fill with cum, over and over and..oops, where was I? Oh yeah.
"How?" I definitely wanted to remember what having a pussy felt like.
"Simple, stay off the contraception pills and you'll soon get a 9 month pussy and a litter of obedient boys afterward. For the first three months you can screw as many of your men as you like"
"I'm not sure I'm ready to be a full time mom" I replied (note I'd already decided I wanted that pussy experience, I just wasn't at all sure about the whole after-care bit, diaper changing is, So, not me)
"What do you think your slaves are for? Childcare is their job, not yours"
I smiled then. It was a hungry 'Were-girl' sort of smile. Case solved, conscience clear. But still; definitely wait a few months; get a better control of my life first. Yep that was the plan.
"What about the rest of it?" I asked, "Do I got to watch out for Buffy and the Scooby gang?"
"With the current enlightened era even the Catholics have stopped bothering with us...for now. That doesn't mean you don't be careful, I wouldn't go visiting Saudi right now and in a couple of centuries the West could get nasty again. And yeah the silverware is poisonous, take your own cutlery just in case." She warned.
My stomach rumbled again and I glanced down at it, the Were-Hypnotist had heard it too.
"You'd better go feed, it's still a full moon today, drink as much cum as you can, if your humans can't give you enough you'll be poaching on my territory once the moon rises. That would be bad for you young pup." She warned.
I knew, without having to think about it that She could rip me a new pussy and make me enjoy the process if I crossed the line.
"I'll try not to." I said lowering my eyes.
Satisfied that I was sufficiently submissive She swept out, her cape swirling behind her.
I had to drink cum, She'd said. Ok I thought; I can live with that. I licked my lips and headed upstairs.
My first thought was just to go at it, but then it occurred to me to ration myself. If I drank one shot of cum per hour, the first ones would have a fresh load later on, when the moon was high.
It worked too, when I awoke the next day I was still in the hotel. Satisfied that I had the situation under control I had Doc ring the University and cancel all the planned lectures. After 'breakfast' I ordered my boys to lick me clean. I was beginning to enjoy life.
* * *
American soil. And I nearly didn't make it! Thank God they insist on locked cockpits these days. It hadn't occurred to me that it would be a full moon during the flight back!
There I was sat in first class (I'd used my pocketwatch to get a seat upgrade), we'd just gotten out over the Atlantic when it started. This time there was no pain, I guess the agony was a one time thing. No pain, no warning. One minute I'm watching the in-flight movie, the next I'm watching my breasts pushing my waistcoat open.
At least this time I was quick enough realizing what was happening to get my pants off without damaging them. Unfortunately that was about the last thing my rational mind remembers, beyond that it all gets warm and fuzzy and tastes of cum.
According to my boys I leapt up onto the seat back, balancing by gripping it between naked toes. I then gave the entire cabin a full transformation show, my half sized cock shrinking back, my pussy-lips growing around it, my breasts fully exposed, nipple and areole expanding...I really must instruct one of them to video it next time, like, it sounds so hot.
They say I then raised my pocketwatch and hypnotized everyone in first class. They don't remember much more having also fallen under my power. Eventually I came down from my feeding frenzy only this time I didn't revert to male. I still had a pair of '36C' breasts and a pussy that I couldn't help exploring.
I also had a really bad case of indigestion from all that rich boy-cream. My abdomen actually looked slightly bloated from my extended buffet session. The conclusion was obvious, at least one of the sixty or so shots of cum had done its job and I was 'up the duff', 'in the pudding club' or putting it bluntly 'Fucked'.
Yep, you heard me right, I'm 100% girl for the next nine months. I guess I should have paid attention and got some pills straight off.
So basically I'd gone from being a shemale owning a dozen boys to a pregnant girl owning over a hundred men, women, and children during the course of the eight-hour flight. No I didn't touch the kids! I even made sure they don't remember what I did to their parents. Give me some credit I'm an ethical Were-hypnotist.
The police were called of course; the cabin of the 747 had taken quite a lot of damage as I hunted. Not one passenger or steward could tell them what happened and a quick look into my eyes convinced them that my passport photo matched my current body. I expect the stewards will be sacked, but that's ok, I'm sure I can find a use for them and several others I've decided to keep.
Anyhow that was a while go now, one of my airplane boys had a ranch so I've moved us all there. I've spent the last week Gazing into Saxon's eyes. I regressed him to puberty and am accelerating him forward with some new attitudes. He thinks he's 12 right now..by the end of the week he'll be back up to 18 and have a more sissy/liberal/hedonist outlook on life. Later I'll edit him further, have to be certain that his child rearing instincts are firmly planted.
Ouch. The little blighters kicking again, they get frisky during full moon. Lady Were-hypnotist didn't warn me about that! Bitch!