Curse of the Werecock (Futanari Erotica)

When Marie agrees to go camping with her friend Becca, she never expects it to end up like this. Midnight skinny-dipping turns into more when the moonlight hits her skin- and she undergoes an unexpected transformation. Can she put her new appendage to good use? Warning: this 4000 word erotic short contains explicit sex, transformation, futa, and one wild time in the woods! More

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“You,” said Becca, and then she made a weird little noise, “you’ve got,” her voice quivered and I looked at her in concern. Her face was all twisted up. For a second I was worried, and then she let go of another one of those sounds, and I realized she was struggling not to laugh. “You’ve got a were-cock!”

“Oh what the fuck, this just happens and you’re laughing-”

“A were-cock!” Becca gasped, “in the light of the full moon, it hungers for nubile flesh-”

“It’s not funny.”

“Haunting the forests for its chance to strike-”

“Becca.”

“All shall fear its one-eyed gaze-”

I shoved her into the deep water. She went down giggling and came up a minute later, spouting water like a whale. I gestured helplessly at my crotch. “Seriously, what the hell, what’s happening here, what do I do with this?”

Becca grinned at me, all sharp shadows in the white-blue light, and when she stood and the water rolled off her I found myself noticing the way it traced her contours in a way I never had, before. I swallowed hard as I watched a bead of moisture drip from the hard peak of her nipple.

She was moving the same way she always did but now there seemed to be an element of a graceful sway to her hips, a seductive tilt to her chin. Her soaking hair stuck to her body like dark river-weed, painting her in pale and dark stripes. “If you don’t know what to do with a cock, you can’t have had much fun in your life.”