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I found out I was a monster just days after my 21st birthday. I was a college student, and my parents set out from Ravenwood, the small town they lived in, to celebrate my birthday. They never made it to my frat house because only 2 kilometers into their journey from Ravenwood, a truck ran over their car and killed them. They were transported to the town morgue, and the sheriff called me to come and take care of their funeral because I had no other living relatives.
I got home and then everything happened like I was in a trance or a bad dream. After my parents were consigned to the earth, the sheriff drove me in his car to the police station and motioned for me to sit in the uncomfortable chair in front of his desk.
He sighed heavily, as if he wanted to avoid speaking, but finally he rested both hands on the desk and said in a harsh voice, “Liam Carter, you have to leave town today!”
It’s true that I was already 21, but deep down I was still a poor kid intimidated by those older than me and even more so by the authorities.
“Well yeah,” I stammered helplessly, “of course I’m going back to college, but I wish I could stay for a few days to get some things straightened out with my parents’ house.”
The sheriff’s voice became harsher.
“I think you misunderstand me! You are to leave Ravenwood within the next hour. And you’re not going back to college, you’re going to the woods on the outskirts of town, because that’s where you’re going to live from now on.”
I was completely stunned and looked at the sheriff for a long time, as if I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I finally came to my senses loud enough to respond.
“But this can’t be! I have an exam in a week and I still haven’t studied anything yet.”
The sheriff was a tough man in his 50s and I was downright freaked out when he pounded his fist on the table and yelled at me, “You will do as I say! And remember, the only exams you’ll be taking from now on will be out there in the woods. And they’ll be very harsh exams.”
I didn’t understand anything that was happening to me and you could probably see it on my face, but the sheriff wasn’t going to enlighten me so I asked, “I don’t understand any of this. Why should I leave the city and live in the forest from now on?”
The sheriff seemed to calm down and answered me, although he avoided making eye contact.
“You have to live in the forest because you’re a monster and monsters live there!”
What do you mean I was a monster? What kind of statement was that? True, I may not have been the prettiest boy in college, but no one had called me a monster yet. Not even my girlfriend, who sometimes commented on my looks.
“What do you mean I’m a monster?” I asked the sheriff for clarification, and he said nothing but pointed to a large mirror that was mounted on the wall just outside the office.
It was probably there for him to check his outfit before going out on patrol, so I stood up awkwardly and looked in the mirror. To say that I froze would have been an understatement because from the mirror stared back at me a hairy-looking apparition with fiery eyebrows and a protruding snout. A real monster. For a moment, I thought I was the hero of a ‘hidden camera’ tv show, but I moved my hands and eyebrows a few times and convinced myself that the apparition in the mirror was me. I’d seen many horror movies in my life where seemingly normal people suddenly turned into zombies or monsters, but I didn’t think that could happen in real life.
“What’s that?” I asked, and even my voice sounded guttural, as befitting my new appearance.
The sheriff pointed to the chair I just got up from and after I sat down, he said, “I’ll explain, but please don’t interrupt and don’t look at me.”
I remembered the burning eyes that had looked at me from the mirror only a few moments ago, so I sat up and looked down at his hands, avoiding his eyes. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have been comfortable with such a gaze in my eyes either.
“The story is an old one, and I kept hoping it wasn’t true, but just an urban legend like others. At least in your case.”
He rested his hands on the table and continued, “It all started with your grandfather on your paternal line, Logan Carter, who was a very mean and violent man. He was always in trouble with the law and spent much of his life in prison. His unpopularity in town drove him to spend most of his time hunting in the surrounding woods. He was a sex maniac, and where he met a woman, he raped her. On one of these trips of his, he met a young nun and, of course, he raped her. He strangled her and buried her, only to be seen by a boy who ran to the monastery to tell what he saw.”
He sighed heavily then continued, “This seems to have been the straw that broke the camel’s back because the townsfolk hunted him like a beast he was and when he was caught, they hanged him. And that wasn’t enough because the abbot of the monastery cursed him and his kindred to the third generation. The last ones who should have suffered the effects of the curse should have turned into a monster who lived only for sex.”
He plucked up his courage and looked me in the eye, then continued, “If you want to get rid of the curse, you’ll have to have sex with three women every day for a thousand days, and then you’ll return to a normal human appearance.”
I started to laugh and my laughter echoed mournfully in the sheriff’s room.
“How am I supposed to have sex with three women a day looking like this when, even when I was a pretty boy, I could barely find a girl to sleep with me? And monster or not, I am not anything like my grandfather because I wouldn’t be able to rape any woman.”
“You won’t have to rape anyone because all women will be attracted to you no matter how ugly you’ve gotten and they won’t be able to fight their instinctual need to have sex with you. That, in a way, is part of the curse, so after I send you out in the woods, I’m moving my wife and daughters to her parents in Alabama lest you accidentally meet them. You’ll keep transforming, getting bigger and stronger, immune to bullets and blunt weapons, but you still don’t want to piss off the townsfolk because if you piss them off too much, they might eventually find a way to kill you. You’d be better off doing your business over the mountain where those tourist resorts are.”
He stood up and said decisively, “Let’s go! I’ll get you out of the building through the garage and when you get in the car, keep your head down so people can’t see you.”
After I got to the garage and got into his car in the back seat, I lay down, though I barely fit. I felt like I was getting bigger by the minute and I also seemed to be gaining new strength.
When we got to the edge of town, right near the woods, the sheriff signaled for me to get out, and before I left, he told me more:
“I don’t know what instincts the monster you’ve become will get from now on, but as much as possible, try to avoid killing or harming the women you’re going to have sex with. If no traces are left, the women will be satisfied and keep quiet, so leave now.”
“Wait a minute, Sheriff! How do you know so much about this monster I’ve become? Has anyone else around these parts turned into such a monster?”
The sheriff leaned against the car, then looked around and when no one was in sight, he started talking.
“There was another monster like you, decades ago, when I had just joined the police force. I don’t know if he had anything to do with your grandfather or not, but he was just as bad as him and not only raped the women he met, but murdered them. That’s what made Ravenwood organize a posse to catch and kill him. Then people believed that they couldn’t kill him because they had shot him many times without effect.”
I looked toward the forest behind me where I was supposed to spend my next thousand days and asked him, “What happened to him after all?”
The sheriff sighed heavily, then said, “I was young and convinced I was destined for great deeds, so I read a lot of books on monsters. Eventually, I handmade some silver bullet casings for my Colt and went on the prowl. Eventually I met him lurking at the edge of the woods and shot him.”
“And he died?”
“He died, but as he died, he looked at me with those burning eyes and grinned at me. I didn’t care about his grin, so I went into town and announced that I had killed the monster with silver bullets. All the men cheered me like a hero and followed me into the woods, and to make sure he didn’t come back, they drove an oak stake through the monster’s heart and buried him right there at the edge of the woods.”
He pointed somewhere behind me, but I didn’t see anything.
“You can’t see anything now, the grass has grown over his grave and we haven’t put any distinguishing marks on it, no cross or anything else so that it doesn’t become a place of pilgrimage for the freaks from these satanic sects who worship such things.”
I sighed and got ready to head for my new home, which was the forest, but it seemed like I still wanted to find out from the sheriff the details of my future life.
“And why are you so sure that I won’t die if I’m shot with an ordinary bullet?”
Instead of responding, the sheriff drew his pistol and fired at me. I felt a shock and a slight pain in my abdomen where the bullet landed. After a few seconds, I heard a faint thud on the asphalt at my feet and when I looked down, I saw a flattened bullet. I picked it up and looked at it for a long time, like I couldn’t believe it. On the abdomen, just near the navel, there was a pale mark that shrank as I saw it with my eyes.
“But how do you know there won’t be another hot-headed young man who will make silver bullets to shoot me?”
He calmly holstered the gun before answering me.
“Well, after what happened to me, nobody’s gonna want to shoot you.”
Because he didn’t continue, I asked him:
“What happened to you?”
“I turned into a monster. I became exactly the same as the monster I killed and that’s why that thing was grinning at me like that as he was dying: he knew I would take his place because that was the curse. Whoever kills such a monster will take his place, so rest assured that no one will kill you, just don’t kill anyone, because that’s what I did, and in the end, the thousand days passed. Hardly, but they did. I went back to town to my old job and was welcomed with open arms even though everyone knew my story.”
“Yet why do you say women will be attracted to me? The way I look, I think they’d rather run off and eat dirt.”
The sheriff shrugged helplessly.
“I don’t know! I kept doing some research after I returned to a normal life but I haven’t found a clear answer yet. Turns out it may be pheromones, odors that the monster body gives off that speak directly to women’s subconscious and they can’t fight it. Now you know enough, so go! You’ll be pretty resistant to the cold and frosts of winter, but make yourself a hut or find a cave to shelter in, anyway.”
I lost myself in the brush that was at the edge of the woods, and for a moment when I looked back it seemed to me as if the sheriff was going to draw his pistol and shoot me and put an end in a simple way to the curse that was pressing upon me. But maybe he was out of silver bullets and maybe he didn’t want to take upon him the curse again.
I felt big, I felt strong, and when I looked at my hands, I saw that my nails had turned into the curved claws of a beast.
It wasn’t until I reached the bank of a quiet river and was able to look at myself in its still waters I realized how much I had changed. Besides my shining eyes, I saw that my forehead had gone all furrowed and my clothes had torn completely, and muscles like those of great weightlifters had appeared on my arms.
While studying my changes, I also convinced myself that the sheriff was right about the pheromones. Three young girls emerged from the bushes along the riverbank, intending to bathe and began to undress. They were probably staying at one of the tourist resorts that abounded on the mountainside.
At first they didn’t notice me standing still, but I saw instead that when I saw their naked bodies, I had a huge erection. And when I say enormous erection, that’s exactly what I mean because my dick had also grown to a monstrous size. I’d only seen this before with stallions, in the summers when I spent my vacations with a colleague of mine whose father had a horse farm. At that time, I watched in fascination as the stallions, full of brute strength, penetrated the mares with their huge penises. I had it just as big now, only it was not black like the stallions’, but it was a reddish- burgundy color and full of prominent veins.
I clicked my teeth like cats when they see birds jumping at the window in a place where they can’t reach them and inadvertently took a step in their direction.
It was only then that they noticed me too and let out frightened screams that turned into whimpers of desire the moment they saw my enormous cock. Two of them took off running but the third, the one with the most luscious curves, keeping her eyes focused on my dick, began to walk towards me whimpering. When she got right next to me, she looked me in the eye and, not at all frightened by their glare, grabbed me as tightly by the cock as if she was a shipwrecked woman clinging to a branch for dear life.
Apparently, the sheriff’s theory about pheromones was true because I saw her nostrils quiver, just like the nostrils of the mares at my colleague’s horse farm quivered when they smelled the stallion. And also like them, she went into a kind of inward quivering which manifested itself outwardly in a trembling that she could no longer restrain. Even though I was almost half a meter taller than her, she tried to climb on top of me, but without letting my cock out of her hand. She spread her legs wide and tried to take it inside her and the fact that she couldn’t do it made her whimper in frustration. Eventually she realized that she wouldn’t be able to get penetrated from this position and without letting go of my cock in her hand, she flopped back down on a spot with some grass and pulled me on top of her.
I penetrated her without any foreplay because I too, felt the need for sex in a way I never felt when I was just a boy. I pumped into her for more than half an hour; I don’t even know how many times she came. I realized that she had more than one because every time she reached the heights of pleasure, she let out piercing screams. Eventually I climaxed too and ejaculated huge amounts of cum that stayed in her and on her legs when I pulled my dick out. I didn’t care if she got pregnant or not because my sexual instincts were centered more on my pleasure than my concern for her.
When I finished, she remained lying on her back with her legs spread impudently, unconcerned that I could see her like that or even worse, that someone could walk by. After a while she stood up and shook herself just like a hen shakes when the cock is taken off her and looking at my cock which was still hard she kept staring at it.
She finally said, “I’ll do it again, because who knows when I’ll meet this kind of luck! Only this time I’ll do it from behind because you’re too ugly and you spoil my fun.”
What was I supposed to do? Since I had my dick hard, I got down on my knees and took her from behind. She also had more orgasms and I also, after half an hour, I still ejaculated and as much as if I had turned into a cum factory.
Just after we finished, I heard voices from the river. Apparently the two girls who were with her finally worked up the courage to come back, so I had sex with them too. They were clothed this time, so in my impatience, mercilessly ripped their clothes off them. The last one was also a virgin, so as well as her moans of pleasure, her screams of pain were mixed in, but as I said, I didn’t give a damn about their pleasure or pain. When I finished, I watched fascinated as my cum was mixed with her virginal blood.
I wiped my bloody dick with their torn clothes, washed myself in the river for a while, and then got lost in the woods. I had to find shelter for the night and remembered the cave the sheriff had told me about.
I eventually found it, I also found some candles and matches in it and even a lighter. My clothes were torn from having grown so much so the girls I met the next day I asked them to bring me a blanket or two so I could tie them together and have something to cover myself with at night.
Eventually my little cave became a kind of pilgrimage place because there were always women coming after they heard about me. I didn’t lack anything because they supplied me with everything, but even with my monster powers, I felt that sometimes too many of them came. There were days when I had sex with ten women, so I sought refuge elsewhere and found yet another cave to retreat to and regain my powers. That wasn’t too good either because when I got back there were a lot of women waiting for me. I needed them to keep me supplied too, for in the state I was in, I had a great appetite. I liked raw meat most of all, and sometimes when the women didn’t bring me enough, I had to hunt rabbits and deer with my bare hands.
Eventually, I had had enough of such a life and one night, I went down to Ravenwood and snuck into the sheriff’s house. My size didn’t hinder my ability to sneak quietly; I reached his room undetected. He had the gun placed next to his pillow and to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid, I took it from him and then woke him up. Sure, he couldn’t kill me with an ordinary pistol, but a shot was still quite painful, so I preferred to avoid him shooting me out of surprise.
He turned on the lamp he had on his bedside table and grumpily asked me, “Why are you here? You were only supposed to stay in the woods!”
“I can’t just stay in the woods because at this rate I’ll go crazy.”
I told him at length how my life was going and that I was fed up with it, so I asked him for the car keys and his sheriff hat to cover my face somehow and to try to sneak off to my college.
“Well, do you think it’s going to be different there?” he asked me doubtfully.
“Not with women, but I just remembered that my girlfriend is taking some anthropology classes and her professor specializes in spells and curses, so maybe she can find a way to shorten this thousand-day period before I go crazy!”
He wasn’t convinced, but at least he came up with a better idea: he would take me in the police car to the dorm where my girlfriend was staying while I was going to lie in the back seat. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting his car back the next day.
We arrived at the campus entrance in less than an hour and when he wanted to stop at the entrance, I told him to drive a few more hundred yards to where I knew there was a hole in the fence. I waved him to go and then squeezed my way through because I was now bigger than I was a few months ago when I used the hole to get out without going through the gate.
I stepped carefully into the darkness of the campus and, avoiding the light bulbs, I reached the building where Alice, my girlfriend, was staying. Her room was on the first floor, but since it was a warm night, she had the window open, so it was no problem for me to get there. I felt so energized that I think I could have jumped straight from the lawn into her room.
I decided not to take any chances, so I clung on to the wall ornaments and made my way up to the windowsill, then entered the room. I closed the window softly, then approached the bed where Alice was sleeping and put my hand over her mouth because I didn’t want her to wake everyone up with her screams when she saw what I looked like.
I saw that I had done the right thing because as soon as she woke up and saw the monster leaning over her in the half-light, she screamed and started to squirm. Finally, when she calmed down, I said as calmly as I could, “Alice, I’m Liam but I’ve been cursed to become this monster so we need Mrs. Abigail Carter, your anthropology teacher. She keeps bragging that she specializes in spells and curses, so maybe she can help me. Do you understand?”
She nodded yes, so I asked her, “Alice, if I take my hand away from your mouth now, will you scream?”
This time she shook her head in denial, so I slowly took her hand, actually more like the monstrous paw on her face, but I kept it ready at hand in case she started screaming again.
“My God, Liam, how could something like this happen to you?”
I told her briefly about the curse my grandfather had been cursed with and which was now being bestowed upon me. I told her to get dressed and go after the teacher but even as I was talking to her I saw her nostrils flare, her face flush red and in a hoarse voice she said, “Liam I’m going to go, but since you’re here and you’re so huge,” she pointed to my cock which was in some sort of semi erection, “I want to do it and see what it’s like.”
I sighed deeply, turned her back and without any foreplay, I penetrated her. For half an hour, I pumped into her and finally, after three orgasms of hers and one of mine, I came. She took a quick shower and got ready to go after the teacher, but she was still after my cock.
“Go!” I urged her. “I’ll fuck you again when you come back!”
Off she went and only ten minutes later she was back with Ms. Carter, who walked in behind her with a very disbelieving look on her face. Her disbelief magically vanished when she caught sight of me, but mostly my cock. She adjusted her glasses a little better and leaned over it.
“Extraordinary!” she said, as if she couldn’t believe it. Under the guise of scientific research, of course, she approached me and began to massage my dick, occasionally making appreciative sounds.
“You’re not the only one who’s been cursed like that. This kind of curse is very famous, books have been written and even movies have been made about it!”
She manipulated something on her phone, then showed me a link to a movie
“Here, I’ll leave you the link to the Wikipedia article on your friend’s phone and when you have time, you can read it or even see it,”
“At first this movie was banned, but it eventually became a cult movie and is a landmark. If you get a chance to see it, you’ll realize that although he looked a lot like you, he had a black penis like a horse’s and not the normal color like yours. And when he ejaculated, he would shoot out an enormous amount of semen. Maybe that’s what it was, or maybe it was just the director’s artistic vision.”
“This sperm thing is happening to me too, like I’m a sperm factory.” I just to say something.
The teacher started feeling my dick again, so I asked her, “Yet how did the monster in the movie escape the curse? Because I guess he finally escaped.”
Reluctantly, the teacher stopped massaging my dick and after putting her glasses better on her nose, she answered me.
“In academic circles, it is still being debated whether this movie was also inspired by some real events or is pure imagination! Anyway, the monster escaped the curse because he died after deflowering a girl, so you should be careful who you do it with!”
“Apparently not the case with me,” I said, “because I’ve been having sex with a virgin since the first day of the curse and nothing has happened to me yet.”
“Yes, it means it’s another version of the curse, so I’ll have to read up on that!”
As we were talking, I saw the teacher’s nostrils puff up just like the other girls’ and I realized what was coming when she told my girlfriend:
“Alice, I need to document the problem better and for that I need to have sex with your boyfriend, but I’m ashamed to do it with you in front of me, so please go outside and guard the door.
After Alice came out, I started to fuck the teacher too and although she was trying to keep an academic morgue when she climaxed, she screamed as loud as all the others that had gone through my cock.
Finally, breathing heavily, she got dressed and called Alice from the hallway.
“Dear girl,” she told her, “until I find a way to get your boyfriend out of the curse, you’re going to have to find him at least three girls a day to have sex with so his cycle doesn’t break and to start the thousand days all over again!”
Seeing the girl’s gesture of resistance, she continued, “Don’t be afraid that you’ll have to do too much work of convincing, because the curse has taken care of that. This boy puts out an enormous amount of pheromones so you just get them around and they’ll come swarming in on their own. As you can see, even though I was warned, even I couldn’t help myself!”
She went out and after a few days, the same routine as in the woods was established in my girlfriend’s room. Only it was never just three girls a day but many more, but luckily the monster in me seemed relentless, so he fucked as many as came to him.
After a few more days, the teacher brought a pheromone density meter and when she saw the result, she called my friend in terror.
“Open the window and air out as often as possible from now on!”
“Why, professor?” Alice asked, puzzled.
“Because the concentration of pheromones has increased so much that it’s becoming dangerous.”
“Dangerous in what way?” I asked curiously.
“Even if we don’t perceive the smell of pheromones, they still act through smell. And the sense of smell is one of the oldest senses and directly addresses the reptilian brain, which under certain conditions can take complete control over the human will.”
She clicked on her phone again and showed us a link to Wikipedia.
“This is a novel written by a German who has captured the incredible power of the sense of smell when given the right impulses. The novel is about a perfumer who is a genius and who kills a lot of virgins in order to distill their scent and get the perfect perfume that is irresistible and that will make him loved by everyone. At the end of the novel, he swallows an entire bottle of the perfume thus obtained and the effect is so strong that all the people gather around and admire him. Only at some point the concentration of the emanated perfume is so strong that people feel the need to take a piece of the perfumer just for them. And so the perfumer of genius gets eaten by his admirers.”
I frowned in horror, although I was a monster myself, so I asked her, “And do you think a similar danger lurks here for me?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Except that monsters like you are destined to live in forests, where pheromones are spread in the open. Out here, trapped for so many days between four walls, pheromones can permeate the walls and build up to unsuspected concentrations, so who knows what effects they can induce in young girls?”
As if to prove her right, my girlfriend screamed from the hallway, “Professor, help, I can’t hold them anymore!”
The teacher headed for the door but didn’t have time to reach it because it slammed against the wall and a crowd of girls burst into the small dorm room.
I was strong but there were many of them, so I didn’t even realize it when I ended up lying on the bed and my hands held down. All I got to see were the girls’ lust-injected eyes, their unhuman grins and their greedy hands grabbing my cock.
At first it seemed like ordinary pain but eventually, despite my sensitivity to pain having decreased since I was a monster, I still felt a sharp pain and when I lifted my head, I saw a massive girl sink her teeth into my cock and bite down hard. Her example was followed by others so in a short time my huge cock was nothing but a bloody stump. I thought it was over, but apparently other parts were eliminating pheromones that excited them, so they started biting my legs and hands.
Professor Carter, with her glasses crooked, came up to my ear and said, “I told you this would happen!” and when she got a little closer, she bit down hard and took my ear off.
I stood helpless and watched as the girls ate me piece by piece until finally, as if in redemption, I lost consciousness.