Werewomen: Epilogue (TG)

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Werewomen: Epilogue

It was two weeks later, and Booker was just waking up after a very wild night of passionate sex. He looked over and smirked at the still-sleeping form of his lover. Last night, it had been Harriet; the busty, bodacious redhead with a rampant libido. They had fucked over four times, his body always rising to the occasion, particularly when she pressed her big, soft tits right in his face.

But, as usual, this morning he was Harry again, the cute redhead (though not as red as Harriet) with a strong yet supple body, with a lithe and handsome face. His body was pressed lightly against Booker, his breathing subtle, his expression peaceful. Booker could only smile at this gorgeous man - and often gorgeous woman - who had transformed his life so completely. In just two weeks, his life had changed so completely.

His former life as a down-on-his-luck delivery boy, in debt and living in a decrepit apartment, sometimes seemed like a dream from another life. Ever since that fateful night when he’d impressed the strange sorcerer known as Gavren, and been invited into his strange party, life had only gotten better. Booker often chuckled at his memories of that night; his confusion at the large party attended only by men, his shock at their descent into orgy, his awe at the way the sorcerer conjured an illusory moon within the living room, and his utter unbelief when each of the men in the room began orgasmically transforming into beautiful women of all colours and sizes and ages and shapes.

And yet, for all the supernatural surprises of that night, it was the chance meeting with Harry-Harriet that had been the most special. Instantly, the two of them had hit it off, sharing a wry sense of humour and a passion for pets, as well as a love of games and old film. And, of course, neither found the other bad looking. Quite the opposite in fact. And while Booker had always been happy to bat for either team, he couldn’t deny that Harriet’s voluptuous female form, with her full, heavy breasts and shapely derriere, basically had him drooling. And with her pent-up desires from the transformation still boiling, they had quickly taken to each other rather physically as well. Several times, in fact. Their physical compatibility had only been tested and proved further since, with both Harriet and Harry.

Gavren was so impressed he actually gave Booker a leg up. The young man looked around the room, trying not to shift and wake his lover. The hotel suite was positively luxurious, and were the curtains open, he would have a sweeping view of the city. It was extravagant, he knew, but he could afford it now; with the money Gavren had given him, he’d been able to make short term investments and grow it already. Enough to treat themselves to a few nights of passion while their new shared apartment was being prepared.

“Morning, handsome.”

Booker turned, and smiled at Harry. The red-haired man was still a little asleep, but his eyes were warm. Comforting.

“So, we got pretty crazy last night,” he said. Harry gestured to the knocked over lamp and upturned couch pillows, along with the various articles of clothing attached to the ceiling fan.

“You’re not wrong,” Booker replied. He reached out and stroked his lover’s back. “But to be fair, it was the final day of the full moon. I wanted to give Harriet a show.”

Harry shivered, pulling closer to his man. “Oh, you gave me a show alright. I haven’t cum that hard in years, maybe ever. You were like a beast possessed!”

“Appropriate, given we’re starting a pet services company soon.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, that was bad.”

“You know what wasn’t bad, last night?”

“Mhmm . . . me?”

“Absolutely.”

“I thought you were going to suffocate putting your head that deep into my tits.”

“I came up for air eventually.”

The two chuckled, softly caressing one another. Booker himself was getting hard, and he could feel Harry’s own erection against his thigh.

“Speaking of air, maybe we can open up the window, let the fresh air in. Oh, and order some room service.”

“Good idea. Because I want you in this bed a while longer,” Booker said. He got up, and walked nakedly over to the window, cranking it open but leaving the blinds shut. Harry posed a little dramatically on the bed, batting ‘come at me’ eyes in a somewhat feminine fashion, though still a deeply sexy one. Booker licked his lips, his dick beginning to pulse with need, but he halted when he noticed something by the door; a silver envelope that had been slipped under it silently. When, he had no way of knowing.

“What’s taking so long, handsome?” Harry asked.

“Someone slipped us a note,” Booker said.

“We can have sex and then investigate it, you know.”

“Yeah, but . . . “

Booker stepped over to the door and retrieved the envelope, even as Harry folded his arms and sighed a little overdramatically. The envelope indeed was coloured silver, but its writing was embossed in a crimson red and styled in cursive.

To Booker and Harry/Harriet. From Gavren.

“Holy shit, it’s from Gavren.”

Harry sat up, suddenly interested. “Open it. I hope he’d not playing tricks again or trying to win me back.”

“He seemed to be okay with us. He gave me two sets of five grand, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, but he can also be a bit of an asshole. This is the dude who comes from a long family line of sorcerers, and proceeded to use his magic to convince a heap of werewomen to be his submissive harem because he could transform them into their true forms whenever they wanted.”

“Yeah, but, you know, he was pretty cool to me.”

“And he was pretty good at sex.”

Booker shot her a look that said ‘seriously?’ but Harry just grinned. She knew how to stir him up sometimes.

“Well, hurry up and open it then!”

He did so, and into his hand came a set of strange silver slips of paper. They looked like vouchers. They were vouchers. And with them, a short letter.

“Hello Booker and my dear Harriet,” he read aloud as Harriet drew near, “I trust this letter and its contents finds you well. I confess, my dear delicious redhead, that I rather miss you in my harem.”

“I’ll bet he does,” Harry said, drawing near.

“However, I respect a man like Booker, a man with his own dreams of success who impressed you with his humour, tenacity, and ambition.”

Harry curled his fingers around Booker’s side, placing his head on the other man’s shoulder. “Not wrong there, Gavren.”

“As such,” Booker continued, “I have enclosed within this envelope a new creation of my own design: a set of 20 Lunar Vouchers. Simply rip one along the dotted line, and it will serve as a miniature moon, compelling a transformation into womanhood that shall last a full twenty four hours. I hope this makes up for the fact that you can no longer benefit from my spell.

“P.S. You are always welcome back whenever you wish. It’s fun enough simply to have the sight of you both there, especially when things get . . . fun.”

Harry picked a voucher up, examining it, his eyes wide. There were shining images of little half-moons leading up to full moons along its length.

“Wow, he really went all out on this. Hot damn, I wonder if they work.”

Booker’s heart jumped a little, an excitement returning to his slightly softened dick.

“Well, only one way to find out, right?”

They shared a brief look, and Harry nodded.

“Do it.”

Booker held the voucher out from his body, and ripped it along the dotted line. He quickly returned the hand over his eyes, just in case something disastrous happened. Instead, nothing did. They both waited a few seconds, and nothing continued to happen.

“It is a dud?” Harry asked, “or maybe it only works at ni-”

He was interrupted by a loud WHOOM as the voucher fluttered up from Booker’s grip and shrunk into a small bead, before exploding brilliantly into dust. The dust expanded to the size of a basketball, forming a circle. Both of them were hit by the rays of an unfolding moon, its shape spherical, pockmarked by little cratered. An ethereal light bathed the room, and it was warm and inviting, becoming ever more powerful as the dust solidified.

“That crazy bastard still has tricks up his sleeves,” Harry marvelled, before doubling over, his stomach audibly lurching.

“Are you alright?” Booker said, moving to his side.

“Y-yes, m-more than alright! Ngh! I’m ch-changing! Oh God, it’s working and feels goood!!!”

Harry twisted his form shifting and pulling. The process was slow, and as with every time it occurred, Booker found himself immensely turned on by the sight. The naked man’s height shrunk slightly, and his red hair became ever more vibrant, snaking from his head to reach down past his shoulders. It was a wild mane, and made all the more attractive for the cute freckles that rose over his nose and cheeks.

“Mmhhm - oh, it’s powerful! Hold me Booker! I want to f-feel you!”

He pulled his lover against him, and marvelled at how Harry’s muscular form shrank, becoming soft and feminine. His hands became dainty, red nail polish appearing upon them. The same change occurred in his toes as well. But the true changes were on his body. A gasp, and Harry’s waist pinched inwards, the first major development to what would soon be her hourglass figure.

“Oohhhhh,” he moaned, gyrating his hips against Booker, who himself was also almost painfully erect by this point. Those same hips widened, expanding outwards slowly. Booker placed his hands upon them and savoured the feeling of their increasingly womanly proportions.

Harry’s face ‘finished’, becoming Harriet’s, complete with full ruby red lips and an adorable button nose. But he wasn’t female yet. The werewoman moaned in ever-heightening pleasure as his nipples expanded, first widening and forming a perfect pink areola, then distending outwards, tensing with need. Harry pressed himself against Booker’s nakedness, his now-shapely legs bereft of body hair, as tissue and fat developed behind those nipples. Booker groaned as well, feeling his lover’s body slide against his penis, bringing him to near orgasm as well. He held it off, wanting to complete the act properly with his soon-to-be female partner.

“My b-breasts! I love it when they come in, oohhhh!!”

They rose like dough, expanding outwards, becoming full and heavy F-cups that were half the size of his own head. They jiggled, wobbled, flattened slightly against Booker’s chest, and it was clear that just the act of those sensitive tits against manly skin made Harry draw ever closer to orgasm.

“S-so c-close!” she stammered.

And then the final barrier to womanhood was reached. As her ass expanded, her arms finished developing, and her breasts completed the last of their immense expansion, Booker felt the telltale withdrawal of his partner’s penis. He held Harry as he transitioned to become Harriet, and reached out his fingers to tease at his transforming lover’s penis. Harry/Harriet moaned in pleasure as the shrinking shaft was stroked, his cock becoming hard even as it shrank. A womb was no doubt forming within her, and it was accompanied by the pleasure of a vaginal passage beginning to tunnel through her. Her penis reduced in size, but she shuddered, her body clearly in the throes of orgasm. Another stroke from Booker, and it tensed.

“Oh - my - Go-ooooooood!”

As a result of Booker’s tender touch, she came, her balls withdrawing as they spent their seed against Booker’s hips. He felt her ejaculating, wads of cum exploding onto his side. She gasped, the transformation completed, and Booker revelled in the sheer sensual arousal of the moment.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

The woman could barely respond, she was breathing so heavily. Her breasts rose and fell like empires, enormous globes that were made for groping and sucking upon.

“Uh-huh,” she finally responded, “l-looks like G-Gabren improved his magic. That was - that was something else.”

She slipped on jelly legs back onto the couch, collapsing into a deeply sexy position, her legs parted, her breasts spilling slightly over her sides due to the lack of bra. She rubbed at her soft body idly, still immersed in post-coital bliss.

But Booker was still hard, and he wanted his lover more than he had ever wanted her. Her gazed over her perfect, utterly curvaceous form, his eyes lingering upon her incredibly tits, full and firm yet - as he knew from experience - wonderfully soft as well. He stepped towards her, and clambered onto the bed. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded in the aftermath of ecstasy.

“Poor honey,” she murmured, reaching out to stroke his penis, “I got my present, but you have yet to get yours.”

She pulled him closer, and managed to curl around him, her face directly near his cock. She rubbed his shaft with her soft, feminine hands, and gave him a fluttering look of sensual desire.

“Why don’t you let me fix that for you?”

“Yes please,” Booker said, smiling.

She opened her full lips, and pressed them like a seal over the head of his erect penis. It felt magnificent, and her ministrations were perfect. She began to give him the best damned blowjob he’d ever received, stroking his shaft ever faster as she sucked and licked at his manhood. It throbbed, his balls aching for release as she increased the pace, her lack of gag reflex evident from how deeply she swallowed him. He reached out and grabbed her tits, eliciting a murmured squeal from her. Her nipples were rock hard, contrasting her supple flesh, and he began to knead at them, enhancing his own pleasure as well as hers. Soon they were both on the cliff edge of orgasm, but suddenly Harriet withdrew, taking his mouth off his throbbing cock and lying on her back. She pulled him down, widening her legs to accept him.

“You can finish in me,” she purred, reaching for his dick and guiding him in.

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

A gorgeous smile. “That’s the same as saying - ahhhh - that you love me all the time.”

“It’s true. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

They both knew it. They both felt it. But it was the first time either of them had said it.

“Now make love to me,” she cooed, “cum inside me, baby.”

He didn’t need any more permission than that. Booker thrusted, sliding his impressive member deep inside her, causing her to gasp and moan. Incredibly, her body shook with even greater pleasure than during her transformation, and within moments they were again on that wonderful cusp.

“I love you!” he shouted, and he could hold himself back no more. He roared in orgasm, cumming deep into her, his semen shooting into her passage and right up into her womb. She erupted into orgasm also, multiple rumbles of bliss causing her to shake and moan, and grip him with her thighs.

Finally, they collapsed upon the bed together, breathing heavily, him still inside her.

***

The two lovers had to stop for a water break, but their love making was certainly not over. A side effect of the Lunar Voucher was apparently a shorter refractory period for both of them, and they fucked each other repeatedly well past noon. Booker was astonished; his arousal was impossible, and his balls were generating far more semen than he thought possible. With each pump inside of her, he grew closer to yet another orgasm. He was insatiable, and so was she.

It was only when they grew hungry and realised they still hadn’t ordered room service that they both paused to come up for air. They had just showered - together of course - and were lying back on the bed in their white bathrobes, though Harriet’s was open, allowing her full breasts and slim belly to be free to the fresh air.

“Mhhm, that was wild,” she murmured. She traced a red-nailed finger over her belly in little circles, and to Booker it seemed as if her mind was slightly distracted suddenly.

“It certainly was. God, I love you like that.”

“Me too. And I love that you love me. It was good to say it.”

“Well, it’s true.”

She grinned back, before returning her expression to her stomach, past her full breasts. Booker slid closer to her, placing a hand over her belly as well.

“What’s up? Feel a little ill?”

She gave a noncommittal shrug. “Not really. But I was thinking that, the way we just went then and last night, that I might be feeling ill soon. Nauseous even. Especially in the morning.”

Booker considered himself a smart man, but it took a moment for him to connect the dots. “Wait, what? Really?”

The werewoman nodded a little sheepishly. “Mm-hmm. I should have told you, but werewomen can be especially fertile. When we fall pregnant, it’s the one time we stay in our true forms, and we remain like that until we have finished breastfeeding. It’s why so many of us like to make plenty of kids.”

“And you think you might be . . .”

“I think I am. I think,” she turned to him, giving a deeply sexy wink and a smirk, “that you might have knocked me up, honey.”

Booker blinked once. Twice. Three or four times. He was trying to process what she was saying. He’d never expected this. It was so soon. Of course, it wasn’t confirmed yet, but he trusted his lover’s instincts. Was he ready to be a father?

One look in his partner’s eyes was all that it took to reassure him that he did. This gorgeous werewoman was someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and the idea of having children with her excited him already.

“If you are pregnant, then I can’t wait to go on that journey with you,” he said.

She snuggled against him, her full breasts pressing wonderfully against his side.

“We’ll find out soon enough, but even if I’m not, it’s only a matter of time, especially with those vouchers Gavren left us.”

“Mhm, we should think about moving. I think our business idea would be better suited in a small town somewhere.”

“There’s a place out in the Midwest that should be discreet. It’s called Cirrane.”

“Let’s go there, then. Make a life together.”

“Even if I’m a werewoman?” she teased.

“Especially because you’re a werewoman, darling. And because you could be pregnant.”

She lowered a hand to his crotch, where he was beginning to become hard again. She purred, pressing his palm against her enormous rounded boob.

“Well, why don’t we practice getting me knocked up, just in case I’m not pregnant yet?”

Booker’s dick rose to attention, and soon they were upon each other.

Room service could wait.

The End