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A video sputters on the screen as a disheveled woman appears. She sits staring directly at the webcam, lights dim enough not to illuminate the room, just enough to see her. Her black hair was a complete mess, strewn about in messy whirlwind of strands laid out as a waterfall, cascading down onto the barely put together discount t-shirt and wrinkly grey pajama pants. She moves a bit closer and pushes up her crooked glasses to set herself for the coming scene, the confession.
“My name is Alice Randolph, and I have a condition.”
“I’m not really the most talkative or most friendly, really, so it’s not like I would even tell anyone, except whoever’s watching this, I guess. But god it’s a weird one. One that remains harder for me to accept with a straight face just saying it here. A nightmare to even try to explain, but I want to try. I don’t really have anyone, so maybe some other weirdo on the internet will understand. Maybe its the one I’m looking for…
“First off, the attack. A few months ago, when I was out walking to pick up some snacks at a nearby gas station, some creature attacked me. Enveloped in shadows, it reached out its arm and pinned me to the soft earth. I couldn’t see much with the trees obscuring the moonlight and the overpowering figure towering over me, breathing heavily through the pool of saliva dripping down from its mouth. I tried to reach up and push it away, but all I could do was grip at the dense muscles adorning the creature. From the vague bits of light I could see it was human-ish, but it was hard to tell with how massive it towered over me. My head wanted to scream, to shout, to beg for my escape.
“And I watched as “it” bit me. Fangs sinking into my flesh as the teeth enveloped me in a sea of blood. The pain searing and all consuming, yet I felt warm. Like an embrace from a goddess as I lost myself. I stared closer at the glowing, piercing, yet knowing eyes of the beast as my consciousness slipped away into nothing.
“Until I woke up the next morning in my own bed. I assumed it was a dream, or a nightmare I guess. I think it would have been a nice way to go out, but I felt no pain. I checked the spot on my chest, and while there was no wound, the blood and the teeth marks in my shirt were very much there. I don’t know how I even got back, but I took a long shower and racked my brain at every possible scenario. The thought of werewolves never crossed my mind, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
“The next month was normal all things considered. Sometimes my mind would go back to that creature, but I’d easily disregard it. I did my remote work, mostly stayed inside, and wiped down and dusted my entire apartment every week. I was big about keeping stuff together, especially to keep my mind off everything. As the weeks went by and the full moon grew closer, my mind wandered more and more. What became a weekly offhanded thought became the daily, and the week of the full moon, hourly. I’d think about the little things, the bits of the creature’s fur I could make out in the moonlight, the piercing gaze, the chest pressing against me. I’d realized the creature somewhat humanoid and a woman from what I could remember.”
Alice’s mind seems to be dancing around her feelings, her face burning red as she shifts in her seat. She seems lost in thought. She slaps her face lightly to get her focus back on the video.
“So I’ve never really, fallen for anyone before. Ever. And I always thought it would be some guy who’d walk in and take my heart, god the dates I could go over, but never a spark of any kind. I assumed it was just sorta how it goes until I found the one, ya know? But as the full moon got closer, with the slight changes and bits of fur growth, my ears getting sharper and whatever, I’d realized a few things; one, werewolves are real, two, I was bitten by one, and if the stories are true, I’m becoming one, and three, the weirdest of all, I think I have feelings for the werewolf that bit me.
“God its so hard for me to admit that but I love her. I don’t even know what she’s like as a person! But when I think about that night and as the full moon comes closer and closer, she’s all I can think about. Even now its just… her silver fur… her claws digging into my shoulders… her body pressing up against me and pinning me down into the dirt, my hands grazing her muscles sculpted to tear me apart… FUCK, she’s beautiful. Is that vain? I never even considered someone, especially a woman, would make me feel like this. Someome I don’t even know, but maybe if I can show the first night of this condition, maybe you all will understand. Maybe past me will be easier to understand about… all of this.”
The video changes to footage from the same webcam of a few months ago, the room noticably much more put together then the previous footage. She sits in the same chair with it closer towards the bed to get herself full in the shot. The window’s curtains are pulled aside, showcasing a dark night sky covered in clouds, blocking out the moonlight from peeking through. Alice herself is also in much nicer clothes, like she’s getting ready for a job interview.
“Today is February 6, 2026. I am trying to document, this… thing. I have seen doctors, talked with friends, checked online in so many different forums and websites, and god, what else could it be? A mysterious creature bites me, dreams of running in the forest, these, thoughts I have about her, hair growing back a few hours after shaving, my food cravings turning more and more… carnivorous. God I am a werewolf! How is that even possible? I should be scared. Shouldn’t I? Like sure, are there things about this I’m scared about? Of course, but it’s like, that thing chose me. I keep trying to ignore it but those eyes had a look of recognition of me. Of what I have in me.”
Alice pushes up her glasses as she stares down at the screen, hesitating on her next words. She wanted to record this so she didn’t feel insane if anything happened, but doubts start to swirl if there was anything at all. It’s not like she let herself be much anyways, so really, a werewolf? But she looks at the camera directly, trying to give herself the confidence to make this record.
“I keep small and content in my life. I have a remote job, I have a small apartment I barely come out of. Yet I still dress like I’m being watched. I keep a strict schedule on what I’m doing everyday at almost every hour. Every part of me and my room is clean and pristine. I have friends, sure, when I can, but with the decisions I’ve made and the life I’ve lived, I don’t want anyone close. I want to keep everything together, controlled, and smooth. A blip in the world, a speck in anyone’s life. The shy girl you barely remember, too stuck on herself to ever reach out.”
She grips the desk with both her hands, slightly cracking the surface, with black bangs covering her eyes as she looks down and away from the camera. She begins to tremble.
“But god, it wants to rip out of me more than anything. This collected, quiet visage being torn to shreds as it screams and thrashes and tears through me. This, this cover over what it needs. I cover it up with a nicely wrapped, freshly ironed dress to cover any tears and rips and whatever mayhem it dreams up from its sinful mind. Because I am just a normal gift to be given to the man that shows interest. To make others happy. A cleaner, the support, a silent little nothing to guide someone true along their path, and yet.”
Her trembling continues as she changes her grip from the table to her formal dress. ‘SHRRRRRK’ as her dress rips, glasses fogged up completely from her panting.
“I spent so many hours on this. The hours for my job to get the money to pay for the clothes that I clean and iron for hours and hours. All the maintenance to keep a cleanly, pristine, perfect appearance. I shouldn’t do this, god I really, really can’t do this. My life is normal! My life is fine! I’m everything the world expects for me so why can’t I just let it go! But she knew. She knew it wanted another woman, that it wanted out of this fragile shell. That it wasn’t what it deserved.
“Because it’s me.”
The full moon shines brightly behind her head. Her fangs sharpen in her mouth, the bottom jaw slightly extending along with them. Tears along the bottom of her dress grow as claws had already burst from her fingers. Her actions as of now have been apprehensive, cautious of the appearance she made all her life. Until she stares at the camera with her piercing, glowing amber eyes, still visible through the fogged up glasses.
“I’m done hiding her.”
She takes her misshapen and growing hands up from her legs to her chest, and in her first true act of rebirth, latches on and rips her dress straight off her body, her face growing further forward with a defiant grimace. The dress is pulled apart and torn into pieces, left for the woman who was never coming back. While still covered in her underwear, fur had already begun growing incessantly across her chest and stomach, mixing in with sweat, caused by her violent metamorphosis, drenching her body. Further up, her ears are sharpening and moving above, matching a more wolf-like appearance. Her head twitches violently as her glasses fly off her face. Her stretched hand reaches down as she begins lightly fingering her balls, a wet spot already forming in her underwear. A growl comes from her throat as she tries to speak, now with a more distorted, deeper voice.
“I have been treated like a monster my whole life. For what I am. For daring to be anything but complacent. For taking up space. For everything this curse wants me to be. God, a part of me wants to stop, wants to just hunker down until the sunrise and hold myself together. Stop this torrent. But I can’t keep holding myself back, I want out, I don’t want to be wearing this shit, fuck, I want to tear everything to shreds!”
A growl escapes her lips as her body bulges yet still. She moves to stare at the moon as her spine pops slowly into place to accommodate her much larger structure. As her chest, back, and shoulders grow, her body lurches forward onto the bed, kicking the chair away from the camera’s view in the process. Every aspect of her seemed to stretch wider, longer, bigger. Her new stature tears through her bra, the strap snapping off her body and leaving her with all but her underwear. The room almost seems to shrink around her growing frame as she rips up her bed sheets, almost cackling as she roars at the destruction she wrought.
“God this is so, much. The strength, the size, my power. Who cares about staying quiet when I’m having so much fun? She bit me for this… I wish I could have bit her back when she did this to me. Helped her out, getting lost in her musty scent, god, those arms too. Just imagining our smells mixing together… we’d run together, hunt together, do whatever we wanted. We’d wrestle and I’d pin her down, feeling down the muscles adorning her back, licking her all over her body, I can’t stop thinking about her, every detail, every line of her etched into my eyes, I want her here~. Where is she? Where are YOU… come OUTTTTT.”
Her whines turn into moans as she falls more and more into her fantasies, struggling to touch herself as her hands have completely changed. She pushes a pillow under her as she begins to hump it, drooling as she bites down on the mattress. She’s restless, and the new tail growing from her spine just adds more to the frenzy. Visions flash of the werewolf in her head as she keeps going and growing, completely out of any control of herself. All she has is her feelings for her, and a love for her new self. She isn’t what the world wants her to be, and she loves it. Her power, her body, her wants, herself is truly all her own as a wild monster. She wants to rip the whole world into pieces. She looks up and howls, tail ripping through her underwear, her face fully stretching into a werewolf muzzle, all the while she cums on the pillow under her. The stain she leaves will take hours to remove and she doesn’t care in the slightest. She is her own monster, and she loves it.
“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAWAWAWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
She howls into the night as the footage cuts back to the Alice of now. Some time has passed. She is more disheveled and looks as if she’s in a rush, with the different lighting, it makes clear how much the room has changed over the past months. How the room that was decimated by her transformations is now replaced and recleaned to be wrecked all over again. It was already night.
“I know that was… a lot, I don’t have a lot of time to make this video, and god I need someone to understand. But most importantly, I need my message to get out. The werewolf that bit me all those months ago, whoever you are, please come find me. I know I have to have some link to you, and I’m posting this to try to find you in any way I can. I’ve looked for you every night in the place you bit me but I can’t even find your smell anymore. I’m hoping if this spreads enough, it will reach you.”
Once again, the moon shines on the horizon behind her as it becomes harder for her to concentrate, sweating profusely. She grips the new desk waiting to be covered in scratches. She has to hold on for this, to get this last piece of the message out.
“Because I love you, and thank you so much for what you did for me. I don’t know what you saw in me that night for you to bite me but, it saved me. God, I am now truly me. I was hoping to get this out before the full moon but-“
Her body lurches forward as it grows and bulges out in her sweater. Still, she persists to finish the video.
“-if you even remember me, whoever you are, come and meet me tonight. I’ll be “getting ready” soon enough. And I’ll be howling for you. I will see you then.”