Mark used to be so religious and pure until he inherited the cursed crucifix from his uncle. It had once belonged to an evil nun whose depraved lifestyle had corrupted its purity, leaving it with an seductive aura that would warp the wearer.  After putting it on for a few days he had transformed from a kind hearted and church-going boy, into a selfish and dominant bully. Now he was the school bad boy and he loved how powerful and strong he felt.  Overnight he had grown taller... stronger.... sexier and it was all thanks to his crucifix. Slabs of muscle had firmed up under his skin as his average dick had lengthened to a ten inch monster cock and he had lain in bed night after night grinning in pleasure, as he pumped thick globs of cum out of his new porn star dick. He now looked like a super model and he had the strength and stamina to fuck for hours. It felt so good to be bad... the crucifix around his neck making him feel so confident and powerful.  Sure the perfect male body had cam

Harley loved being a were-slut.  He had been born with the curse, making him an Alpha-Were and since he was about sixteen, once every month he would transform for three whole days, before reverting back to male.  He never knew exactly when the transformation would hit, but it always felt so good when it did.  For three days he would become his bitchy alter-ego and live it up like a Princess.  Female Harley was a horny little slut that loved to manipulate guys and act like a kinky tease.  She was a real bad girl who loved to party and fuck and suck all the guys.  It was all such fun... But that was only part of her depravity.  Harley also liked to turn other boys into sluts too.  Any guy that cummed unprotected inside Harley during the time she was a girl would also be infected and they would be transformed into a were-slut too - only they would be a Beta-Were.  As a Beta-Were they were not infectious, had no memory of their transformation, and were completely subservient to Harley

Pretty much every person I had ever spoken to said that college was the perfect time to try new things  and really find yourself.  Never one to turn down good advice; since arriving earlier in the year, I'd thrown myself into student life, living it up at night and working hard during the day. Of course, my parents had no idea that I was burning through my allowance and doing lots of things they would never approve of, but I was desperate to try it all.  Drugs, sex, drink and crazy parties had become my life and I loved it. In my wicked endeavours I was fortunate to have an amazing partner-in-crime.  My flat-mate Brandon and I were the perfect partnership - hitting the bars and clubs and fast becoming known as the guys who were always down to party.  We had a nice little flat in the centre of town, near enough to the University to get to lectures on time, but also a great place to crash after an all night bender.  As we got to the end of the academic year, I was looking forwar