The Curse of the Full Moon Pt. 01

I stood motionless on the side of the country road staring into the trunk of my rental vehicle. The empty hole that should have contained the vehicles spare tire seemed to suck the last remaining hope from my body like some unnatural beast sent from the depths of hell with no other purpose than to torture me. An hour ago I was driving down the highway with more than enough time to get home before sunset. But an accident further along the route that caused traffic to grind to a halt forced me to quickly adapt my plan. This backwoods country road, while narrow and slow compared to the highway, would have allowed me to bypass the accident and still make it home on schedule. But a hidden pothole destroyed the front right tire of the vehicle along with any hope that I was going to make it to safety before the curse took hold of me. I didn't dare call anyone to come help me either. They would never make it in time and then I'd have even more problems to deal with.

I glanced once more at the horizon just as the sun disappeared behind the row of trees in the distance and a feeling of dread radiated throughout my body. I've had close calls before but luck had always been on my side and I reached safety in time. My only hope is that this road is remote enough that no other travelers, at least those kind enough to stop to lend assistance, would come upon my disabled vehicle until after sunrise. But I knew deep down that was a false hope and that I was powerless to prevent what was inevitably going to happen.

This would be the third time that I unleashed the full effects of my curse upon mankind. Every month for the last two years I've locked myself into a fortified safe room, built at the center of my house, during the night of the full moon. It was the only way to protect others, as well as protect myself, from my curse. The two other times my curse was unleashed were the first two times that it happened. I didn't know anything about the curse then and, to be honest, I still don't understand it or know how the hell it happened. All I know is that the part of my mind that is me takes a back seat to the curse on the night of the full moon. There is nothing I can do to control it. That in itself is enough for me to know that locking myself up that one night each month is imperative if I am to preserve my sanity and protect mankind from myself.

I saw a pair of headlights appear far in the distance just as the first tremor begin to flutter deep in the core of my body. I looked around frantically for any possible solution to my dilemma but saw nothing. I knew I was out of time. The curse was about to take over and the first victim of the evening was behind those two pinpoints of light coming down the road. As if struck by a bolt of lightning I suddenly saw the answer. I could throw the car keys into the ditch and shut myself in the trunk of the car. With the car locked there was no possible way for me to escape from the improvised cell. People passing by would see a car on the side of the road and think nothing of it. No one would stop to investigate out here until the morning when I would be found. That just might work!

I hurled the keys off the side of the road and took a step towards the car but it was too late. The tremor rapidly grew in strength until my whole body vibrated with energy. The was nothing more that I could do. I had tried to make it to my safe room for the safety of myself and everyone else but I had failed. The last emotion my rational mind registered was a mixture of hopelessness and fear as the curse took over control of my entire being.

All of the emotions and thoughts I had been experiencing immediately changed as if a biological switch deep inside me was flipped. The feelings of hopelessness and fear were replaced with thrill and excitement. This was one of the most scary parts of the curse to me. It felt as though I was losing a part of myself. That the change may one day be permanent or that i would not see it as a curse any longer.

My body grew hot as a heat wave emanated outwards from my core into my limbs and extremities. The sound of joints popping rang in my ears as my bones shrank and readjusted into a smaller more fragile form. I could feel all of my skin shrink and tighten across my muscles as they shrank and softened in concert with everything else. My arms and legs shortened as my fingernails lengthened. The hair on my head grew out rapidly as if being augmented by the hair disappearing across the rest of my body until I was virtually hairless from the neck down. I could feel small adjustments to the bone structure in my face, chest, and pelvis as my body continued to transform. My cheekbones and jaw receded, my nipples grew larger as two large lumps began to grow behind them. My genitals shrank until they literally inverted and continued to recess further in my body no longer resembling testicles and a penis.

The transformation seemed to take an entirety to me but for everyone else it occurred over the span of about five seconds. I fell forward bracing myself against the rear of my rental car as the transformation came to completion and the vibrations ceased. While the person in the reflection of the rear window was still technically me, it might as well be a completely different person.

And such is the curse that I have suffered every full moon for the last two years. No amount of praying, wishing, or body mutilation I perform throughout the month could stop it. Every full moon my body transforms into the slender and extremely beautiful visage of an early 20's blond female with a body that exceeded every definition of the word perfect ever conceived. Everything from the long slender legs to ample 36C breasts that are shaped perfectly. Some may think that the transformation isn't really a bad thing and it really wouldn't be if that were the only change to take place. No, the physical transformation isn't even close to the worst part of this curse. The worst part are the uncontrollable urges that take over my mind and destroy every bit of self-control I try to exert to stop them.

The urge that nearly always hits me first is to get out of whatever it is I was wearing at the time of the transformation. My body is larger in nearly every way prior to the transformation. Once the change is complete, my clothes practically hang from my new slender form. As soon as I see them, the urge to improve such a ratty image hits my mind like a freight train even if the only alternative is to strip completely nude.

I screamed inside of my mind to stop but there was nothing I could do. My body was possessed and the curse had complete control. I am nothing more than spectator within my own body. My hands and arms moved, stripping off my shirt, pants, and sliding my boxer shorts to the ground at my feet. As soon as I was naked a strong feeling of accomplishment washed through me even though I continued my futile battle for control over my own body.

With the internal battle for control of my body taking up all of my focus, I completely forgot about the headlights on the road until my mind registered the sound of a vehicle coming to a stop next to my car. My body turned without any hint of modesty to face the pick up truck stopped in the road. My eyes focused on the drivers side of the cab to see a man staring wide eyed at me.

I could understand that look. That was the surprised look of a person who never in their life ever thought they would see an extremely beautiful, and extremely naked, female on the side of the road smiling seductively at them. And that, if you hadn't guessed, is the absolute worst part of the curse. It is the most embarrassing part of the whole thing that has kept me from seeking medical and mental help to finding a cure because I'd have to disclose it to the doctor. It being the unstable urge to provide complete sexual gratification for any man that crosses my path while the curse has a hold of me.

"Are you ok? Do you need help? Has someone hurt you?", the man asked in a loud voice once the initial shock and surprise had passed.

My mind formed the words "No, I'm fine. Please leave me alone." but I watched in horror from inside my mind as my lips opened and completely different words came out.

"I have a flat tire and no spare. But I am so glad you came along to help me," my possessed lips spoke as my body shifted into that flirty pose that only a beautiful young woman full of undeniable confidence can pull off.

So maybe the urges aren't the absolute worst part. The fact that my cursed body has some kind of magic about it that enthralls men like a Sirens song is the worst. No man can resist its charm. Once they lay their eyes upon me, its all over for them and for the part of me trapped inside of the cursed body.

The man opened his door and quickly stepped out of his truck to lend whatever aid he could to this damsel in distress. The man looked like a picture perfect image of a cowboy. Standing just over six feet tall, he had a broad muscular build, neatly trimmed brown hair, and an innate look of toughness about him. He began walking around the car to find the flattened tire but his gaze rested on my body much more then it did on the car.

As he came closer to me, the growing bulge in his pants was overly obvious. I renewed my fight for control of my body as I knew exactly what urge the sight of his bulge was going to trigger. As if on queue, the desire to have every inch of the cowboys cock stuffed inside of me rang throughout my body like a wrecking ball slamming into a skyscraper. My nipples grew into two perfectly hard cylinders at the tip of my tits. Warmth and wetness exploded deep inside of my pussy and my mouth began to water uncontrollably.

The cowboy rounded the rear of the vehicle and stopped as he noticed the change come over me. I don't know exactly what that change looks like since it has never occurred around a mirror but as a male I can make a pretty good guess that it looks a lot like a very hungry and determined predator about to pounce on its prey.

He took a small step back and bumped against the car as my legs pushed my body forward at him. I screamed for my body to stop but the only sound that escaped my lips was a gasp of excitement and anticipation. My hands reached out and clamped onto his cock and squeezed it through his jeans and my neck rotated back so that I was staring directly into his eye.

"You are going to feed me your cock and then you're going to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone else before. Understand?" Internally I screamed in frustration as the curse forced those words out of my lips.

The cowboy said nothing as his hands immediately knocked mine away, ripped the zipper of his jeans down, and pulled his cock out of his pants. My eyes snapped down to watch as 9 inches of dick materialized in his hand. My mouth began to water even more as he placed his other hand on the top of my head and pushed me roughly to my knees. I now had a front row seat to this evenings entertainment.

Apparently this cowboy was really good at following instructions. No sooner had my knees hit the grass, his grip tightened into a fist full of hair and pulled my lips directly towards the thick, hard cock protruding from his jeans. No amount of mental resolve could keep my mouth closed. My eyes stayed fixed on the approaching cock as the edges of my lips curled up into a smile.

Time slowed to a crawl as my lips parted and my tongue shot outward to help guide the incoming cock to its intended destination. The unmistakable taste of pre-cum exploded through my senses as the tip of his cock touched the tip of my tongue. Had I any control over my body it would have recoiled in disgust but the curse never gave up control until sunrise. The taste only fueled its desire for more.

The cowboy was eager to provide the services the curse requested from him. His cock pressed between my lips, down the depth of my mouth, and pressed against the opening of my throat. Apparently this was not enough to meet his definition of "feed" because he didn't stop advancing his cock. My eyes bulged as his dick transitioned from what the medical sciences call the mouth into what they they call the throat.

He continued his thrust forcing the rest of his cock into my mouth until his balls were pressed firmly against my chin. My eyes began watering profusely, my gag reflex bucked against his flesh, and I mentally screamed in protest while my curse rejoiced in ecstasy. After a brief pause the intruding member began to withdraw. My throat tightened back to its normal circumference as his dick pulled back into my now saliva drenched mouth. My tongue pressed firmly into the underside of his shaft and my lips stayed sealed tightly around it. Just before his dick was completely removed from my mouth it reversed direction and slammed home again causing another round of eye watering and gag reflex spasms.

The cowboy continued this pattern for a short time and then began mixing shallow thrusts into the routine. Before this became a routine pattern, he pulled his saliva drenched cock completely out of my mouth and guided my lips and tongue down the exterior of his shaft until I was sucking on his balls. He continued to switch between fucking my face and stuffing his balls in my mouth for what seemed to be an eternity. I had all but given up trying to control my body at this point. There was no possible way I could win the battle against the overwhelming bliss felt by the curse.

I don't know exactly when the change took place, since I tried my best to retreat within my own mind, but at some point my curse had taken over control of the cock sucking. He was no longer holding my hair and forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. Both of my hands were wrapped around his cock and were stroking and twisting in concert with the rhythmic oscillations of my mouth on his shaft.

Without warning the cowboy grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. Even if I did have control over my body, there was no way I could have fought against him. He was incredibly strong with his muscles fueled by adrenaline, testosterone, and determination to fuck me harder then he has ever fucked anyone before. Exactly what the curse told him to do.

He pushed me towards the car so quickly that my hands shot out to stop my body from colliding with the car. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled, using his thumbs to leverage my upper body down as my hips and ass rose up. He had deftly maneuvered me into what is commonly referred to as "the position".

If there was one thing this cowboy didn't do, it was waste time. No sooner was I bent over with my ass pushed up into the air, I felt the tip of his cock pressing against the wet lips of my pussy. Pressure began to build as he pushed his cock forward until the force overcame the minimal friction generated by my wet pussy and his cock slammed deep inside of me. My world exploded. It is not possible to explain what it feels like when a thick cock slams home inside of your dripping wet, hungry pussy. Well, the physical feeling can be described somewhat. The millions of nerve endings located throughout your pussy can feel every little bit of cock as it slides in and a wonderful feeling of being filled comes over you. The mental, spiritual, or whatever the non-physical side is beyond words. The feeling was so intense and generated such bliss from the curse that it washed over and silenced all of my protests. The shockwave of pure pleasure rolled over my conscious ending the struggle for control. It was the moment that I most feared. The curse and I merged into one.

I could no longer consider myself a thinking person at this point. I was a slave to the curse and I could care less so long as the pleasure flooding through me never ceased.

The cowboy repeated slammed his cock in and out of me, fucking me harder than I ever thought possible. His hands gripped my hips tightly and he used them to increase the force of his thrusts. Wave after wave of orgasm surged through my body. My pussy pulsed in sync with his thrusts and the waves of orgasm wracking my body. My legs got weak but his hands held me up. The fucking continued. I could feel my entire pussy getting sore but didn't care. Screams of pleasure erupted from my lips while my previous mental screams of protest were long forgotten. Nothing mattered as long as that wonderful, thick cock continued to fuck me.

Then something changed. It was slight at first but became more noticeable with each thrust. The rhythm of the cowboys thrusts that he had maintained from the moment he started fucking me started to increase in speed. His hands tightened, squeezing my hips so tightly that I expected to have two hand shaped bruises where he held me. His cock, already thick enough to fill my aching cunt, grew thicker. It felt like my cunt was going to explode. I had never experienced such bliss before. But it wasn't my cunt that exploded; it was his cock that did.

His cock throbbed as his cum exploded inside of me. I could feel every single pulse as his dick as it expanded, shot a load of cum inside of me, retracted, and repeated the process. Glob after glob of cum was injected deep into my pussy with every thrust of the cowboys thick cock and orgasms raked through me. I didn't know that a man could cum that much! My pussy ached for more and the cowboy continued to give it what it wanted.

After what felt like a solid minute of cum bearing thrusts, the cowboy stopped thrusting. I could feel all the muscles in his body relax but kept his cock inside of me. His breathing began to slow and I felt his dick start to soften. That marveled me for some reason. The feeling was like nothing else I had ever experienced. His dick continued to soften and withdraw from me. The tip pulled free from my lips ending the blockade that was keeping his cum inside me. His warm sticky fluid poured out of me, coating my inner thighs in a thick layer of white cum as it ran down my legs. Another orgasm rippled through my now sore and aching pussy as if he gave me one last parting gift before taking his leave.

Worn out and satisfied, the cowboy relaxed his grip and let go of me. My legs, still incredibly weak from the rough pounding, collapsed causing my body to slide down the exterior of the car. I twisted around until I was kneeling in front of the man again. His cock was hanging right in front of my face so close that I could see all of the fluid still covering it. The man looked down in surprise as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck it clean. The taste of our cum mixed together on his shaft was exquisite.

"You just can't get enough can you?", he asked before letting out a moan.

"uhn uh", I mumbled in response with a slight side-to-side shaking of my head. The extra motion of my mouth on his member as I shook my head caused more jerks and spasms from the man.

I continued to lick his dick clean and, once completed, began to suck on it in earnest again. I realized that I didn't just want him to get hard and fuck me again, but I needed him to. While he had fucked me beyond anything my curse had ever desired, the need for more burned inside of me. Apparently the curse cannot be satisfied. The same couldn't be said for the cowboy.

He stepped back pulling his cock from my mouth causing a sound that was half sucking pop and half slurp. I guess he has never had a woman want to fuck again while his first load was still dripping out of her. To my dismay he pushed his dick back into his pants and zipped them up.

"Can I give you a ride or something?", he asked.

Instead of responding with an audible answer, I pushed myself to my feet, hopped up onto the trunk of my car, spread my legs, and pointed to my crotch with a hopeful look on my face. His cum continued to drip slowly out of my pussy and began forming a small pool on the trunk.

"Not that kind of ride", he said dryly. I could see that his enthrallment with my body was fading as quickly as his hard on did.

Once the curse realized that it wasn't going to get any more dick from the man, it all but ignored him. I leaned back against the rear window of the car, legs still spread wide, and began fingering myself with one hand and squeezing my tits with the other. Every few seconds i stopped fingering myself long enough to lick my cum drenched fingers clean and then went back to stuffing them into my cunt. I never looked over at the cowboy again. It was as if he wasn't even there. He stood there for another few minutes watching and asked a few more questions, which I ignored. He finally threw up his arms in frustration, got into his truck, and drove off.

I just sat there fingering myself waiting for the next pair of headlights to appear on the horizon.