The Story of Diane, a woman who still hasn't accepted what happened a month ago.

November 30, 2020

Diana stood at the window, watching in dread as the sun dipped lower and lower in the sky. The past month had been extremely strange and long, and she was sure it was because of that mysterious animal that attacked her on Halloween night. The animal had left her with a terrible bite wound, so bad she blacked out. But in her mind, she seemed to recall faint memories of...disturbing things. She had dreamed she was some sort of beast, tearing through the forest...hurting people. When she woke up the next morning in the middle of the woods without clothes on, she began to fear the dreams may have been more real than she thought.

As the month had gone on however, Diana had begun to forget about that experience, sure her hair grew a little faster than normal and she had some added muscle mass, but those things could easily be explained.

Yet when the night of the next full moon started to get closer, Diana began to think about Halloween again. Could those Yahoo Answers blogs be true? Was it possible she was a werewolf?

“No. Don’t be stupid Diana.” She chastised herself, “There’s no such thing as werewolves. It was just a little too much ****. I’m just gonna go to sleep, and wake up, and prove this is all just paranoia.” But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, and she started feeling very sick, Diana couldn’t help the sense of dread that was washing over her.

She stepped away from the window, heading to her bedroom and changing out of her clothes. She glimpsed herself in her mirror and was once again struck by just how toned she had become since the attack. She ran her hand across her abs in awe. Shaking her head, she snapped out of it. “It’s just my daily gym visits paying off.” Diana reasoned, even though she hadn’t been to the gym in months. She picked out a cute pair of pajamas and got dressed, heading to her bed and flopping tiredly onto the mattress.

She tried fruitlessly to drift off to sleep, tossing back and forth, willing herself to not think about the attack, but as the night drifted on and the moonlight began to fill up her room, Diana began to feel very hot. She had been feeling sick all night, so she reasoned it was just a fever. She got out of bed, staggering her way to the bathroom. She stumbled as she walked, suddenly feeling very weak, but she made it to the bathroom without collapsing. She took a Tylenol pill and headed back to her room.

During the walk from the bathroom to her room, she started feeling worse and worse. There was a painful pressure building up in her chest and her limbs were starting to feel weak. Her long red curls plastered to her face made Diana realize she was sweating. Pulling off her shirt only gave a small amount of relief though. Her body was being overwhelmed by terrible heat, and she was breathing heavily. As she passed the window, she couldn’t help but glance at the full moon. It was as if she was drawn to it. She could have sworn a soft voice whispered her name as the moon filled her gaze.

Suddenly she howled in pain, her spine wrenching as if ripped from her body. She gasped, finding herself panting heavily, gritting her teeth through the sudden excruciating pain. “W-what-” She began to mumble before screaming again, Her spine emitting a loud and sickening pop, a sound that made her blood freeze. More and more snapping and popping sounds came from her spine as it seemed to twist inside her body. With a sudden crack, she fell against the window, her hands pressed into the glass.

She curled her fingers as they started to feel painful and cramped as if some unseen **** were pulling them apart from the inside. She watched in horror as her fingers began to suddenly...impossibly...extend. Stretching to inhuman lengths. Her fingers felt like they were being shredded. Her metacarpals popped and cracked. Her skin stretched across her elongating fingers. Then her nails started to sear in agony as if someone was digging a knife under them. They began to stretch to a horrifying length, sharpening to a deadly point, built to rip and tear.

She screamed in agony as her body hunched over even more, curling in upon itself from the pain. Her back arched, and her spine was visibly pressed against her skin. Her back was broadening now, building slender muscle, and her spine became increasingly visible through her skin. It was accompanied by violent crunching noises as her muscles grew in mass and her spine writhed. Fur was beginning to grow along her back, poking out of her pale flesh. She realized she was beginning to grow larger, and gave a moan of pain as her skin was stretched to meet her new proportions.

For a moment, one wonderful moment, the changes lapsed. Diana was able to breathe and stagger back to her feet, but all the while she was filled with a sense of dread. She knew there was more. She knew it would get worse. Already, there was something animalistic clawing at the edge of her mind, something monstrous that evoked nightmares from her childhood. It was small, but it was growing, and despite her protests, she felt her resolve flickering.

"No… No no no…" She whispered as the pain in her back began to build again. "No, this isn't real… This can’t possibly be real! There's no such thing as werewolves!" She tried to convince herself again despite the all too painful-reality of what was happening. It was all the same as it had been on Halloween. As the pain of what was happening overwhelmed her, her mind was haunted by visions of what had happened then. By now the truth was clear. She had been attacked by a werewolf. No, that wasn’t possible! Diana had to be going insane.

Her mouth wrenched in pain, and the changes hit in another wave, her teeth becoming sharp and monstrous in her still human face. Fur was beginning to prick up more frequently, though still sparse, along her shoulder and down her forearms before slowly growing outward. Before her very eyes, the long, curly strands of fiery red hair visible to her began to turn to a deep blood red and straighten themselves, reaching down to their full length. She felt a strange, agonizing pressure as, unseen to her, her ears began to lengthen and point, traveling to the top of her head.

Cries were torn from her throat with each terrible and painful change. Her spine shifted again, forcing her down to all fours. Her arms began to stretch and extend, Diana screamed as she felt the muscles and sinew practically shatter and reform inside her arms. Soon, her legs began to feel as though they were shattering, her heels rising off the ground and growing longer as her feet became more and more paw-like by the second. As her legs changed, her pajama pants fell in tatters to the floor. As her knees, legs, and hips locked into place, there was one loud sickening crack that made her scream, not the scream of a woman in pain, but one of a beast, a beast escaping the weak husk of a fragile woman. Her toenails lengthened and blackened into claws similar to those on her hands. The stretching and morphing of her limbs made her finally reach the brink of what she could take and burst into tears, crying loudly for some kind of mercy.

Then, her spine extended into a tail that grew fur even as it lengthened, and her already strained underwear finally gave way and snapped, leaving her exposed, her lower body was unrecognizable as that of a Human. More comparable to a ravenous animal. Her breathing grew more and more labored as she felt a pressure mounting inside her chest, and the cry that emitted this time was almost completely muffled by the sickening cracks and pops emitting from her expanding rib cage. At first, it was slow, but then the popping and cracking grew louder and more and more frequent, and her chest surged forward, her modest breasts barreling out a full cup.

She cried out, trying to form words even as the bones in her face began to feel as though they were shattering. Her teeth grew larger as her skull changed shape, the pain agonizing and endless. Her muscles pulled against her face, her mouth stretching forward into a long muzzle filled with daggers. Horrifyingly, she realized how eager she was becoming to use her teeth to tear. To shred. To kill. She remembered what would come next, as the tugging at her mind became more and more insistent. Already, she was not completely thinking in words, and her delicate nose was turning upwards and black, large and inhuman, filled with scents from all around her. Unknown to her, her eyes, though still blue, began to glow and shimmer, shining in the reflected light of the full moon.

With one final tearful thought of the impossibility of what was happening, her mind became no more, blending seamlessly into the hungered thoughts of a ravenous beast. Terror, horror, compassion, it all faded as the beast took control, and Diana was no more.

Diana woke up the next morning, curled up on the ground, in the middle of the forest, completely naked. She glimpsed her hand as the last of the red fur faded away, and she began to cry. It was all true. All of her built-up fears were real.

“I’m a monster.” She whispered.