[magnus knight]

Once in the living room she doubled over in pain. Samantha?s insides felt as if they were on fire. As she stood there clutching her stomach she could feel as if her skin was shifting about under her clothes on its own. Covered in perspiration the pain was unbearable. Her shoes felt like they were encased in leather prisons. So tight and confining they felt like vices on her dainty feet. Her thigh highs were like a second skin on her as they clung to her legs so tight and with out mercy. Her skirt was loosing any free space it had with her thighs, and her suit coat was starting to climb up her arms, hairy forearms being uncovered as it crept up. Her aqua camisole?s straps were beginning to dig into her shoulders, and her bra felt so tight it was like some kind of torture device on her. Just then a flicker of white light caught her eye.

Samantha looked up to see the bright full moon a lone in the night sky. It was odd but her pained seemed to melt away for a brief moment as it caught her attention. She thought how strange it was she never noticed it before, but how pretty it looked to her now, gleaming like a jewel in the night sky. She was able for a brief moment to let go of her for a minute and just stood up, admiring the moon as if in a trance.

?Pop? the one button that kept her suit coat closed popped off and flew into the glass picture window and then rolled back by her foot. Now open it became clear just how large her chest had become, straining the fabric of her camisole top. Then reaching up she grabbed a handful of her red hair and screamed, ?Oh my god, I?m burning up.? as the pain came back with a vengeance.

With one smooth motion she grabbed at her black suit coat and took it off throwing it in anger to the ground. ?Uhh.? she let out in anguish as her body began to grow. She could feel her head rise as she grew larger. Her camisole top un-tucked itself from her skirt as she grew taller. As it rose up it revealed her stomach, once smooth, was popping and making sickening distending sounds as a six pack of muscles appeared to replace the smoothness of before. Her shoulders reddened as she grew, the straps of the camisole painfully digging into her skin.

She looked down to see her skirt slowly creeping up her legs, revealing more of her nylon clad legs, only something was happening underneath all the shear fabric. Her calves seemed to be ballooning as sickening sounds of stretching skin caught her ears. The leather of her shoes groaned as something was happening to her feet causing her toes to pus hard into the pointed tips of her shoes. The leather of the t-strap groaned in protest as it was slowly being forced out of position, to rise as her feet expanded. Soon little indentations appeared in the fronts of her heels, the points seemed to be shifting about forcing themselves into new shapes that her shoes had to compensate for.

Samantha brought her arms to her side and looked over to see her biceps seem to inflate, painfully forcing her flesh to conform to the new muscle mass. Her lower arms inflated with muscle as well. She brought her hands to her face as they hurt, tears streaming down her cheeks as her fingers contorted and stretched on their own. She could see her pink nail polish crack and flake off as her nails grew longer, sharper, blood trickling out form the tips as they did so. Then to her horror instead of seeing her normal nail color, as they grew they turned dark black, thickening and crusting as they forced themselves out of her skin. ?Ow, make it stop.? she whimpered in a deep husky voice as her nails grew. Her leather band of her watch snapped then fell to the ground. Picking up one foot in anger, she stomped it to pieces with her growing strength.

After a minute that felt like an eternity she seemed to stop rising up, her growth stopping, but before she could breath a sigh of relief her skin crawled and felt on fire as muscles began to pop up all over her body. Her black skirt clung to her hips as they inflated, muscle piling on top of itself stretching her skin, filling her soul with agony. The small slit in the back to allow free movement stretched wide as it could. Her thigh highs were showing off immense definition as the muscles on her legs grew stronger. Her back and chest muscles swelled too, the sounds of straining fabric and groaning leather filling her ears with their music. The stitches were at their breaking points on her attire, but her transformation wouldn?t cease.

Samantha tensed her legs ?rip? the slit in the skirt tore wider and up to allow more leg room. ?Shrip, rip? it tore more as her thighs became hulking masses of muscle. The skirt rose above mid thigh now, and the tops of her thigh highs was visible. The elastic tops seemed to stretch, reddening the skin as they dug in to hold on to there content. ?Rip? a small tear appeared in the elastic band. ?Shrip, rip? then another two. Soon the elastic tops split open and peeled like a banana a few inches as her muscles forced them to expand. ?Shrip? tensing her thighs once more tore the side seams on them, the rips traveling upwards showing off more skin, fine red hairs appearing on them.

She rolled her shoulders foreword as muscles popped into her back. ?Rip? these caused tears to appear in the back of her cami top as the muscles expanded. A diamond shaped hole appeared in the front of the cami and soon widened as her breasts exerted more pressure upon them. At her side her hands cracked as the fingers not only grew, but began to reshape them selves. Her palm elongated thick skin forming on the fronts of them, fur growing on the backs. Her shoulders popped out of their sockets causing her to cringe before popping into a new shape. ?Snap, snap? the straps of her cami, unable to cope snapped and flailed about before coming to rest.

Sam opened her mouth wide as her gums bled. She could feel her teeth growing longer, forcing her mouth wider. Her tongue too was lengthening, rounding out more. Soon her upper canines felt so long and thick her mouth couldn?t contain them. Then her bottom teeth seemed to grow sharp and rise up to meet the tops, her jaw expanding to fit her growing teeth. Her nostrils flared as her nose stretched and grew out, becoming more animal like with each passing second. Her red hair was a mess as it grew longer, feeling it stands on edge then travel down her backside, covering stretching skin as her muscles grew.

Her ears pointed at the tips, then grew out and up, causing her whole face to contort trying to compensate for this. Her jaw pushed out further as her teeth needed more room to grow larger and sharper. She looked down to see her hands were now longer then her feet, nails still growing black, fur on her back, pads forming on the palms. She shifted her back as more muscle forced itself into position. Her camisole top tearing down the center to allow this, traveling down her back and as it opened her bra clasps were visible. The three tiny metal clasps groaning and straining to remain closed. The top tore further until lit was at the small of her back.

?Snap, zip? the metal clasp the sealed the back of her skirt twisted and broke off, the zipper forcing itself down. The back of her panties bulged as her skin stretched to cover a protrusion at the end of her tail bone. The protrusion grew, as the waist of her white panties tore to allow it more room. Her skin seemed to crack open as a fuzzy red bud popped out and lengthen.

Samantha?s calves buckled, then flared out with new muscle ?shrip? creating runs in her thigh highs. The runs grew and traveled up her legs and down into her straining shoes forming a seam. ?Rip, shrip? the seam forced itself to widen, turning these runs into tears. Her thighs grew out still forcing the tears to widen into gashes and holes.

?Crack, snap? the strap the made the top of the T on her shoes snapped as her feet rose out from them. ?Snap, snap? the bottom of the strap stitching failed as the straps broke free and her feet swelled up in her shoes. The tops of the nylons there rupturing as her feet grew. Cracking sounds came from the fronts of her feet, as the stitching on both shoes at once bulged, whined, then broke open to allow her feet to expand. Her feet then wasted no time in tearing out of her nylons as they grew; only they weren?t just getting bigger. As the backs of the heels snapped her feet grew longer, tearing themselves free form their leather prison and nylon hell. As they rose up fur tore the nylon off the tops of her feet. As they emerged out of the fronts of her exploding heels, the toe nails shredded the fabric, turning black and lengthen like her finger nails were doing. The shoes destruction continued as the sides of the shoes burst, hairy elongating feet punishing the leather. The slender two inch heels groaned, then snapped off and her feet plopped on the floor, growing animal like as they finished destroying her footwear.

Her camisole top tore open wide in the front, the back ripping and shredding itself. As her sides bulked up the cami was pushed to far and its side seams tore, and with all the rips in it was unable to hold on and fell from her body.

?Zippppp, shrriipp? her skirt?s zipper running out of rail now tort through the fabric of her skirt, almost reaching the rising tear as her slit grew in the skirt. The seams along the side ripped open to showcase muscle that would take most people years to develop, and hair that most would spend years to remove. ?Shrip? her nylons tore and shred as soon her legs were left bare. As she rose on of her hulking legs the skirt tore open on the side up to her waist. The same was repeated with her other leg. As she stepped out of her ruined shoes everything below the waist tore and snapped peeling itself form her body.

She went to take another step, but quickly lost her balance falling onto all fours. She didn?t know why, but this position felt more natural to her now. A painful spasm caused her to arch her back, her spine snapping as it elongated. ?Snap, snap? two of her clasps for her bra snapped. ?Shrip? the cups in the front began to rupture as her swelling cleavage was staking its toll. As the cups tore erect nipples poked through, tearing the cups further. Unable to cope the last clasp snapped and her bra fell onto the ground.

Sam arched her back upwards again and this time the waist of her skirt tore and it too pooled among the ruined clothes on the ground. Her panties moistened before they too finally gave up and snapped leaving a muscle bound she hulk on all four panting heavily. Then another series of spasms took control.

As Samantha twisted and shifted about her knees buckled, then painfully clicked themselves into a reverse position as what hey were before. She then arched herself onto the balls of her feet as they grew long, the nails finishing their transformation, and padded themselves like paws. She then heaved her chest down as a second set of nipples popped up below her own pair. Opening her mouth wide, it stretched out, elongating into a muzzle, as her ears pointed up.

Then as this was finishing red fur began to sprout all over her body. Patches on her feet and hands grew, and traveled up her arms and legs. The bump on her ass grew into a tail, and as it waved about her ass covered itself with fur. Her back sprouted a reddish coat as her hair became like a mane on her backside. Finally puffs of fur sprouted all over her chest, then they connected to leave her completely covered in it. Then as if waking from a long sleep, this beast in place of where Samantha was stretched long and hard then howled so loud the window in front of her shattered.

Pouncing through the broken glass all six and a half feet of the muscle bound monster landed on all fours outside. The moonlight clearly illuminated its fiery red coat of fur, long snarling snout glistening with saliva, pointy teeth and wagging tail. Behind it in the house was a pile of shredded clothes. The beast howled once more, and then took off into the full moon lit night for the hunt.

The she beast went into the woods snarling as it approached its prey, its senses keen and alert for any signs of movement. Moving swiftly through the mist filled air it hunted for its meal. Sniffing the air and perking up its ears the beast had apparently found its prey.

Running on the soft muddy ground in moved stealthily for an animal of its size. Carefully not reveal its position it approached its target. Through yellow slivers of eyes it could see anything as if the sun were shining brightly. Anything it couldn?t see it could smell with its powerful snout. After fifteen minutes of this game it found its prey. There cowering but growling to put up a brave front was a dog with a red collar on. The beast didn?t hesitate at all. It leapt over a fallen tree and with outstretched paw tore into the side of its prey. Blood gushed as the animal howled on delight. The dog tried to get away, but the beast was too fast. I lunged once more, using its immense weight to knock its prey over. Then with one paw holding it down it howled in victory as it craned its head up, then down tearing the poor dog?s throat out. Blood was gushing everywhere as the beast devoured its meal. As it picked its blood soaked snout out of the remains it sniff something else, similar to this, into the night air.

The beast went after its prey with a viscous malice inside it. The animal was free for the first time and full of rage and blood lust. As it stalked off it smelled three other scents back where it had come from. It knew that tonight it would feast, and as it licked its gory teeth howled in ecstasy at the moon.

The next morning Samantha awoke in the barn behind her house. At first she was groggy, then cold. She looked down then screamed in horror as she was naked lying on a pile of grass, her nude slender body drenched in blood. She bolted up screaming at the top of her lungs starting to sob uncontrollably. She had no recollection of how she had ended up this way, or what happened the night before. As she made her way out of the barn, holding herself and sopping, something shiny caught her eye. She bent down to shift through the tall grass until she found what she was looking for. It was a tag from on of her dogs. Next to it was what appeared to be the remains of its collar, soaked in blood. She picked it up and brought it to her face, sniffing in its scent. Then in a fit of rage she dropped to her knees and cried out, ?What?s happening to me.? Birds rustled by this outburst took flight and flew away into the morning sky.

As Samantha entered her house it was a mess. Furniture was toppled over and claw marks covered the walls. There by the shattered window of her living room was a pile of torn clothes like the ones she wore the previous night. As she dug through them she was shocked by how they looked like something tore them apart from within. She picked up on of her shoes, it was torn and stretched out of shape, with the heel broken off. Dropping to her knees she cradled it in her arms and rocked back and forth, crying. She had no memories of what occurred last night, nor was she sure she wanted them. Calling out to her pets she waited and sobbed, not realizing fully yet there would be no response. Only fourteen hours until the full moon rose once more.

The End?