My First Transformation: Unleashing the Beast in the Basement
Baker Street basement lab. Midnight. Rats squeaking in panic. My heart hammered like a jackhammer. Naked, skin prickling in the cold air. Years of brewing this foul cream. Tonight, no turning back. Those bitches laughed at my pathetic little prick. First hooker stopped mid-fuck, bored. Second smirked at my shrimp dick. Alice? She howled. Rage boiled in my gut. Hands shook as I scooped the greasy sludge. Smelled like death and desire. Slathered it on my chest. Burned like acid. Gasped, knees buckled. Kept going. Arms, legs, cock twitching tiny and useless. Fear twisted with thrill. What if it killed me? What if it worked? No more shame. Monster or man. smeared my balls. Fire exploded. Vision blurred. Collapsed, world black.
Woke sweating, head splitting. Darkness glowed strange. Touched my face. Hair everywhere, thick, wiry. Chest heaved, muscles bulging like steel cables. Sat up. Thud. Something slapped my abs. Looked down. Holy fuck. A forearm-thick cock, veined, throbbing, head purple and angry. Bigger than my old arm. Balls like hairy grapefruits. Gripped it. Velvet steel. First time feeling real power. Pulse raced, pre-cum oozed sticky. Stroked slow. Electricity shot up my spine. Growl rumbled from my throat. Fur sprouted everywhere, itching, alive. Nipples hard under pelt. Tits? No, pecs like boulders. Stood. Towered. Mirrored reflection: beast, eyes wild, fangs sharp. Heart thundered. This was me. Unleashed. Pumped faster. Visions flashed: cunts ripped, screams silenced. Cum building, acid-hot. Exploded ropes across the floor. Roar shook cages. Rats fled. Pure ecstasy. First real orgasm ever.
The Approach
Spent, panting. Power lingered, humming. No more Jimmy the shrimp. The Yeti. Innocence gone, shame dead. Alice’s loft called. Her smooth ass, mocking laugh. I’d ruin her. Pound till she bled. Nipples for snacks. Walked out invisible in night mist. New man. Killer born. That first change? Broke me open. No regrets. Only hunger.
