Bitten by the WereMILF

By Gregor Daniels

Troy's friend, Sam, has been missing for two weeks. It's supposed to be a good town. No one—including Sam's father—knows why someone would disappear, and there's no evidence of any abduction. It's like he vanished.

On Halloween night, Troy is approached by a mysterious middle-aged woman who seems to be propositioning him for a good time. During the culmination of their fun, she bites him! And things get far weirder when Sam is suddenly standing in the woman's place!

He tells Troy that now he's cursed to be a WereMILF. Twenty-four hours later, the changes are starting; his body is filling out in ways he couldn't have imagined. And now he's beginning to yearn for a man to please him...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Nov 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005130480

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Epilogue

Copyright © 2022 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

Troy stapled his final poster to the oak tree on the outskirts of Sunset Park, which was often frequented by joggers and moms pushing their toddlers in baby strollers. Then he took a step back and studied the legibility from the sidewalk.

The poster read: MISSING PERSON - HAVE YOU SEEN SAM WILCOX?

There was a color photo and information about his last-known whereabouts. Sam had gone to the Quick Fill gas station on the northern end of town on the evening of October 17—precisely two weeks ago. He hadn’t been seen since.

Come on, man, Troy thought to himself. This better be an elaborate prank.

It wasn’t. But he still kept hoping.

This town wasn’t supposed to have abductions. Or murders. Or anything even resembling crime, except maybe the occasional impatient motorist doing fifteen over the speed limit in a school zone. Every time Troy reflected on the past two weeks leading up to Halloween—which had always been Sam’s favorite time of the year growing up—it didn’t seem real.

Who the hell would abduct an eighteen-year-old guy?

Sam had once discussed moving to Canada, in a far-away-into-the-future kind of prospective goal, once he’d had a job and the money to do so. Did he skip town?

But why not tell anyone?

His car had still been in the Quick Fill parking lot…

These worries and more tormented Troy’s mind, and he found himself standing there for at least twenty minutes—long enough for sunset to fade into dusk as the shadows of the trees passed over him.

Just please be okay, man, he pleaded in a whisper. "Please be okay."

Mr. Wilcox came toward him, holding his batch of posters. Sam’s father looked ten years older than he did two weeks ago. And the long, exhaustive afternoon of stapling the posters around town had him shuffling his feet slightly—even for a man who was fit for his age and worked out regularly. Maybe it wasn’t his exhaustion. Maybe it was a sinking hope.

He said nothing at first and patted Troy on the shoulder. Together they looked at Troy’s last poster. Then Mr. Wilcox said, Thanks for the help.

I’d do anything to find him, Troy said. It’s no sweat. And maybe, if we get the time, we should put up posters in the towns nearby too.

Mr. Wilcox nodded at this idea. Well, we covered every street and intersection. The whole town will know. Even the folks who don’t watch the news or read the newspapers. It’s got the phone numbers of myself and the sheriff’s office. If anyone knows anything, we’ll find out.

Troy figured they’d done what they could.

Mr. Wilcox: It just makes no sense. There’s no evidence.

I know, Troy agreed.

His car was there, but the surveillance footage had nothing. Where would he go? North for ten miles is just highway; west is all farmland. Same for east. There’s nothing out there in any direction. Emotion cracked his voice. It was clear that Mr. Wilcox had been desperately trying to understand his son’s disappearance. And with no leads from local authorities, he was being his own detective.

Troy didn’t say anything.

It hurt that Sam was gone, and it hurt just as much that there was no