Daily Free-Write October 19, 2020 (Patreon)

"Awoooooooo!"

"What was that noise?" asked the young man in the letterman jacket.

"What's a matter, Bryce? Are you scared of a little puppy dog?" 

His friend Jace elbowed him in the ribs, and laughed, holding his belly.

"Shut up! I'm serious. That sounded really close." 

"It's probably just someone's dog." 

"Out here in the forest?" 

"We're not that far out..." 

They were, in fact, only a few minutes from the backyards of suburbia. Nevertheless, the forests that surrounded the city were extensive. 

"Dude, I don't like this. Lets just say we did it and be done with it."

"No way, man. They put us in pairs for a reason. So wimps like you don't chicken out. Look we're here already. We just have to nail the jockstrap onto the virgin tree and we'll be done."

"You stole that nerd's underwear? You've got a pretty loose definition of virgin, Jace." 

"Hey, I conquered my virgin, where's yours?" 

Bryce blushed and brought out a jockstrap of his own.

"You didn't!"

"I did." 

"Who was it?"

"I'll never tell!" 

"Oh, you dog, come on, man, give it up!" Jace started tickling the blushing Bryce, and they fell to the ground, laughing. And then they froze.

At the edge of their vision, they saw a tall hairy figure silhouetted against the moonlight. 

"OH shit!" said Jace.

"A w-w-w-werewolf!!!" said Bryce. The wolf fell upon Jace and bryce heard the sickening crunch of bone. He ran as fast as he could, the screams receding behind him. He had to get out of there. He had to... Only minutes later, the sound he heard growling by his ear. He didn't dare look. He just ran and ran. He could see the streetlights on the other side of the trees and he knew he was so close. But before he could reach the street, he felt a pair of teeth clamp down on his right calf. He screamed and fell. The creature towered above him. Scared out of his mind, he did the only thing he could think to do. Still tightly clutching the jockstrap, he threw it at the creature. It landed squarely on his nose. 

The creature crossed his eyes and yelped at the the smell. He looked... embarrassed, if that was the right word. Then he ran off, seemingly disoriented by the pungent odor of the used jockstrap. 

Adrenaline pumping through his system, the young man ran back home. 

"Are you okay, sweetie?" said his mom, looking alarm at the out of breath boy coming home at that late hour.

"Y-yeah, Mom. I just... had to use the bathroom really bad, so I ran home." 

He ran into the bathroom and stripped off his pants to examine his wound - it was a pretty deep bite. He'd have to go to the doctor right away for a rabies shot. But for now... he cleaned the wound and slumped into bed. 

The next morning he woke up in a very soaked bed.

"Wha? What the hell?!" 

He had never been a bedwetter before, so he didn't really understand why he started now. Then again, last night was a pretty scary experience. That's right! Last night! 

"Oh my god...Jace!" 

He quickly dialed up Jace's house hoping he had made it home safely, though he couldn't imagine how.

"Yes? Who is it?" came the voice of Jace's mom.

"Good morning Mrs. Hoffstadter. It's Bryce. I was wondering - Did Jace come home last night?"

"In fact he did. He seemed quite tired, but other than that, he went straight to bed. Why do you want to talk to him?" 

Bryce was both relieved and shocked. How could that be possible?

"Y-yeah. Let me talk to him please." 

"Jace? Is that really you? I thought you were a goner.. how did you..?"

"Dude. Chill. I'm fine. Not even a scratch on me. In fact, I feel better than ever."

"Well, that makes one of us! My calf..." Bryce looked at his calf. The bites were gone. Not even a scab showed on his skin. "...that's strange. There was definitely a wound there last night." 

"Like I said, dude. Chill. Listen, I gotta finish breakfast before I miss the bus. See you at school, okay dude?"

"O-okay..." Bryce said, and hung up.

That day during soccer practice, Jace and Bryce found that they both had incredible endurance. They were running circles around their team members, and that got the attention of the coach.

"You two are having a really good day today! Guess that extra special training is paying off, huh boys?" He winked and the boys blushed. 

The coach had been on the team once himself, so he knew all about the October tradition of the virgin tree. That's as far as he pushed it though, and he gave them a pat on the shoulder. The teammates on the other hand all crowded around them and razzed them about their escapades. 

"Guess that little frolic put some extra pep in your step, huh guys?" 

"Yeah, yeah..." said Bryce, waving it off. Then he smelled it. He realized he could smell the musk of each of the men on his team, as if he'd had his nose right in their crotches. And he could identify each and every one as distinctly as you could tell banana from strawberry. His eyes met Jace's and they both blushed, realizing the other was experiencing the same thing. The other guys teased him about springing a boner in the locker room. 

"Musta been a hot lay!" 

"Watch out, I think he's ready for another round!" 

He quickly got dressed and left, thankful for the fresh air as he stepped into the school hallway.

That night, when he got home, Bryce's parents had a sitdown with him. 

"Sweetie. You, uh... left your bed in quite a state this morning," his mom began, trying to put it as tactfully as she could.

"You ruined your mattress, son. We set it up by the space heater to dry."

"S-sorry, Mom and Dad. I don't know what happened. But... I mean it's never happened before so I'm sure it will never happen again."

"You're damn right it wont," said his father. "Because you're going to wear protection until further notice." 

"W-what do you mean?" 

"What your father is trying ot say is... we need you to wear diapers to bed. Just for now!" she added hastily, as Bryce began to stand up. "And you've got to use a plastic mattress protector." 

Bryce shook his head in disbelief, but he couldn't blame them. He certainly had let loose a flood the night before.

"Fine." he said, defeated. "I'll wear the damn diapers."

"Good. They're waiting for you on your bed. Your mother or I will be up to help you in them when it's time for bed."

"Really, Dad? I can put them on myself!"

"I've had a lot more experience with them than you have. I just want to make sure you've got them on correctly. After that you can try to do it yourself." 

The logic made sense so Bryce acquiesced. 

This day was getting weirder and weirder. 

A few weeks passed and the next full moon was fast approaching. The closer they got to the full moon, the more Bryce noticed his strength increasing. He felt like he had a boost of testosterone in his system, and his chest even looked hairier. However, he also began to hear strange voices in his head. Feral and deep almost like a growl, they lingered just beyond his comprehension. And then there were the howls, which seemed to increase in number and urgency every night. He would spend all night with his head wrapped in the pillow trying to drown them out before finally passing out and waking up in a very soaked diaper. His parents had been proven right, and had already invested in more diapers to keep their boy well protected. He now had a closet full of them stacked neatly for easy retrieval at bedtime when either his mother or father would come in to diaper him. Even after a month it was no less embarrassing. 

Then on the night of the full moon, something strange happened. Bryce woke up, and let out a wild howl before covering his mouth. He opened the window and looked out. There was the moon. He suppressed another howl. Then he felt it. His body changing. His bones shifting. His hair growing denser. It was happening. Now it all made sense. The strange creature in the woods. The sounds at night. The superhuman endurance. And his incredible sense of smell. The transformation was happening. And he wanted it.

"Yes! Yess!!" he said, as his body shifted into the form of a man-wolf. He smiled at the power coursing through his body, but then he frowned. Why did everything around him seem to be getting... bigger? 

No. It wasn't getting bigger. He was shrinking! In minutes, he was noting more than a cute werepuppy. He yipped and scampered around, scared and confused. The window to his  bedroom opened and in slipped a larger wolf figure. 

"Come, little one. Come with me. You have a lot to learn, whelp. But first..." 

The large werewolf hiked the diaper bag off of his shoulder and opened it, returning to the confused pup with a gentle smile.

"We've got to get you into some better fitting protection."

The poor pup could do nothing but lay there as he was diapered up. Then, he was lifted by the scruff of his neck and carried out into the night. 

"Don't worry," said the werewolf. "We'll get you back home and back into your regular padding before dawn." 

"But..but..I thought I was going to be a big bad werewolf!"

"You will, young one, you will. In another 20 years or so. Until then, just listen to your elders and everything will be fine."