The streetlights flickered on as night began to fall over Pleasure Island. Paul's body grew
warm in the darkness, and he could feel his body begin to tingle again. Suddenly, a voice
called to him from his right side.
"Where do you think you're going?" a woman said.
Paul turned to look, and stopped dead in his tracks. To his right was a house set amongst
the more commercial buildings of the street, and standing on the front porch, was a
woman with fiery red, curly hair, standing topless behind the wall of the porch. Paul, his
body now beginning to heat up with the appearance of the full moon. Though it was dark
out, Paul could see her with perfect clarity. She stepped out from behind the patio, and
stood at the top of the staircase, completely naked. Her body was smooth and a light tan
color, completely smooth from head to toe, and she seems to glisten...
She made a motion with her finger and smiled at Paul, and without hesitation he began to
follow her. She turned around, exposing her ass to Paul, and began to walk away. Paul's
body continued to heat up, and he felt a new emotion coursing through him... lust.
He followed the woman into the house, his body stalked forward... trailing the woman
ahead of him. Opening one of the doors, the woman motions for Paul to enter.
The room is simple and nice, and just seems... normal. Bed, desk, couch, everything.
Closing the door behind her, she walks up to Paul and grabs his head and kisses him and
shoves her tongue down his throat.
"Moonshine, tonight? Oh, this will be fun." the woman said, smiling as she pulled away.
"Yeah, Moonshine..." Paul muttered slowly. His head was dizzy, his body warm and
sweaty. His pants felt tight on his body, his dick tenting out standing here next to the
woman. She pulled him close to her, and his body rubbed up against his crotch, and his
knees almost gave out at the pleasure. He wanted this woman.
He ran his hand through her hair, and his fingers massaged her head. He pulled her hair
back, and suddenly, he saw that her ears with pointed. Astonished, he ran his fingers
across the tip, and jerked his hand back when it twitched underneath this fingertips.
"That tickles!" she said.
"Your ears are pointed."
Paul reached his hand back up to touch her ear, and that was when he noticed the hair on
the back of his hand. Stepping back from the woman, he stared at his hands, the back
now completely covered his long back hairs, shorter ones growing out from his knuckles.
His fingernails were different as well. Duller in color now, and already grown back from
the bitten nails Paul had before.
"What's happening to me?" Paul exclaimed.
"Shhh..." the woman said, grabbing Paul by the shirt, and placing a fingertip across his
lips. She began to unbutton his shirt from the bottom, her hands grazing across his
stomach, which was now covered in a patch of chest hair. Working her way up, she
massaged his chest with one hand, her fingers teasing his nipples and running across his
pecs. She slipped the shirt off of Paul's shoulders, and Paul saw for the first time, his
chest covered in short strands of black hair, extending across his chest and stomach, and
reaching up to his shoulders.
She pulled the shirt off his arms, and Paul saw the long hair on his hands continued down
his forearm, the hair getting shorter and shorter until blending with the fine strands of his
biceps and shoulders.
With both of her hands now massaging Paul's chest, he felt incredibly horny. His body was
warm and sweaty, and outside the window, the full moon could be seen.