"Chapter 2 - The Full Moon"


Garry was disorientated, no doubt from the alcohol and weed coursing through his system. Al Howstead was furious. He boomed his anger at Garry. "What the hell did you think you were doing? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" Garry started to weep. "Dad, I'm sorry. I didnt think anything like this would happen. You always taught us to look out for ourselves. Paul, Grady, Hal and I were just havin fun. I started to walk home and BAM! I dunno what it was. I dunno anything else." Al continued his tirade. "Garry, you're young and foolish to think you can protect yourself while smoking that shit and and getting pissfaced. I dunno what to do with you, I can't even look at you."

Garry felt stung, yes he agreed in part with his Dad but thought he knew better when his own actions were involved. He felt sore, battered. His head hurt from the blow. "What was it, why did he hurt so, his belly ached." he thought to himself. Al brought him back to the present. "Get Upstairs, I'll deal with you in the morning." Garry got to his feet and left. Lisa and Al comforted one another over a JD on the rocks. "Lisa, honey, what the hell are we gonna do with him?" Lisa Howstead, a petite, blonde woman in her mid thirties. She was a gentle, timid woman but knew how to discipline her boys in Al's absence. Work took him away often. "Honey, I honestly don't know. He sure as hell is set on ruining his life these days." Al banged his empty glass down on the study. "Well I'll be fucking damned if he does it on my watch, tomorrow he's coming to the Base with me. I'll get him a job and he can work for his allowance. But seriously honey, what happened tonight, why did he show up here half clothed and terrified? Sure he's been attacked by someone but why?" It was Lisa's turn to hypothesize "I don't know. Did you notice the bruise on his head, he probably did it himself whilst taking a piss somewhere. You know young boys!!" Al chuckled "Yeah, I was one of them myself, remember? God it seems so long ago!" Lisa laughed in return. "I'm remembering a young cadet trying his luck with me in Whiskeys Bar and Grill, down on 2nd Street. He was dashing and a bit of a dish. Shame about his jokes but that was what won me over!" Becoming serious for a moment Lisa added "All the same Al, I'm gonna make an appointment with Dr Whitton to have Garry checked over." Al nodded his agreement. With that they turned out the lights and took their leave to the master bedroom.

Garry was in his bedroom, he stood infront of his full length mirror and looked at his naked body. The bruises, the faint ache from his head. He was uneasy. His belly looked different, it bulged slightly, just below his bellybutton. It was a hard mass, he felt it several times. "Probably just an internal bruise or something." he thought. Climbing into bed he heard it, a blood curdling howl. Definately not dog or wolf. This was something else. At that moment the hard mass in his belly swelled, it moved. Garry sat up, alarmed. He put his hands to his belly and felt the weak flutters. It was like a slight tickling. He turned on the light and went to his mirror again. His belly was definately distorted. He didn't sleep all that night.


Al and Lisa awoke to the alarm clock, it was 07:00 and such a lovely sunny morning. Frigidly cold but sunny all the same. Al jumped into the shower as Lisa donned her dressing gown and slippers. She had her usual morning routine. First breakfast of pancakes and waffles. A steaming pot of fresh coffee on the stove and Al's newspaper on the table. She would leave the griddle to cool and the stacks of fresh pancakes and waffles were left on the side for the men to help themselves. She then sat down with her make-up case and mirror, applying with a fine finesse as she sipped her coffee. Al would always say she was like a spring flower. This made her smile. She liked to look good for her dashing soldier, well General now. Even after nearly 20 years of blissful marriage. She was the envy of all her girlfriends. Beautiful, successful mother and wife, no need to work. Most of the women in Grayson's Point had grown tired of their mundane lives and husbands but not Lisa Howstead.

Al was the first downstairs, he always looked so sexy in his Uniform thought Lisa. He grabbed a cup of coffee and several pancakes. Sitting down he poured the maple syrup and kissed her gently. "Honey, you look sensational! Where's Garry?" "Oh still upstairs, didn't hear him stir." The Howstead's three other sons were all absent. The eldest, Mark, was married and living in Toronto. His high-school sweetheart Ellie Garrett heavily pregnant with baby number one. The second, Thom, had followed in his father's footsteps and was currently serving abroad in the Hawaiian Islands. He had earned extra pride by recently being promoted to Lieutenant. The third, Darryl, was at college in Vancouver. Studying his second year in Medical Biology. The Howstead's were proud of their boys. They were all doing well for themselves, all except Garry. Al left the table in a mood, he stomped to the foot of the staircase. "Garry, get you're ass down here, NOW!"

Garry was lying perfectly still, disturbed. He had had a terrible night. A fever had gripped him around 2am and had only started to subside within the last hour. His body ached terribly. His belly had grown several inches to the point it was unmistakable. He felt it growing, this thing inside of him. It squirmed visibly and he had felt it all night, getting bigger and stronger. He was afraid, very afraid. He did not know what was happening to him. He creaked up onto his feet and put on a baggy pair of joggers and a hooded sweater. The joggers were tight against his growing bump. He looked in the mirror before leaving, making sure his body was not distinguishable. Coming down the stairs he clocked his father standing at the bottom. Al looked at him "Jesus boy, you look terrible, Lisa Com'ere!" His mother ran through the hallway and gasped at her son's visible state. "Oh honey, come here. Jesus Al he's burning." Al put his hand to Garry's head and winced apologetically. "Boy, you're mother is taking you to see Dr Whitton this morning." Garry thought about it and dismissed it only for a second but thought better of it. He lifted his hoodie and pulled the band of his sweats down to just above his pubic hair, exposing his swollen belly to his parents. "It's been growing all night, I think its how im so sick, whats happening to me Mom?? Dad please, whats happening?"

Al put his hand on Garry's belly and felt the light squirm, the flesh was burning hot to the touch. "Jesus, there's something in there, Lisa Hon feel it!" Lisa put her hand to her son's belly and yelped out at the heat and the light kick behind the skin. "Oh my God, Garry you've been like this all night?" Garry nodded with his eyes filling up. "Well why the hell didn't you come get us? How could you have lain there in such fear and not come get us?" Garry let a tear fall. "I was scared, I didn't know what would happen if I moved. The pain is getting worse and the fever is making me feel like shit." Lisa grabbed him into a tight hug, Al kissed his forehead. "Don't you worry Son, we'll get to the bottom of this. Now go take a shower and come back down for some breakfast."

Al called Grayson's Point Base and said he was taking a personal day, he knew that whatever was happening to his little boy, he had to be there.

Garry undressed in his room, the sweat making his clothes stick to him. Grabbing a towel he made his way to the bathroom down the hall. Stepping under the hot water made him feel light headed so he turned it to almost cold. The water ran over him as he lathered up and tried to make himself clean. The sound of the water drowned out any other noise. He suddenly felt a large movement in his belly and doubled over in agony. The thing was still growing. His belly lurched and emitted watery sounds as it swelled further. He quickly became overcome and collapsed onto the floor. The thing kicked and squirmed as he lay there. The final sound he heard before blacking out completely was his mother screaming out for his father to come quickly and to call an ambulance.


Chapter 3 coming soon :)

-- Edited by PoppedBB on Monday 21st of February 2011 02:18:10 PM

"Chapter 4 - Initiation"


Leslie Whitton was sat in the living room of the Howstead's home. The sun was in the process of setting and he waited patiently with Al and Lisa. He had checked on Garry less than 5 minutes before. He slept soundly, as did the unborn within him. The only evidence besides his full term belly were the occasional shift and kick under his skin. They waited with baited breath, waiting for it to begin. Les had told them that labour would probably begin with the rising of the moon. Lisa Howstead was silently wishing it would be over. Al Howstead was knocking back Jack Daniels like he'd never see another bottle, getting slowly drunk in the process. Les was debating his options, his surgical equipment and protective wear was upstairs by Garry's bed, he hoped he didn't need to use it. The procedure itself was straight forward enough but without pain relief or anaesthesia to make it more pleasant on Garry, it looked to be a horrific prospect. Added with the fact that no-one knew exactly what would emerge from that belly, it didn't bear thinking about until it became the last resort.

Garry was startled awake with a searing, hot pain emanating from all over his domed stomach. Muscular contractions wreaked havoc within him. He looked out of his window and the sky was a burning orange colour. It hadn't even become nightfall. He bore down aggressively as contraction after contraction made his belly as hard as stone, straining his bellybutton briefly outward with each push. There was nowhere for the Thing to go. It was not connected to any tracts or his intestine to his anal canal. He didn't know this yet. Sweat began to cover him as he fought against the urge to force the Thing out of him. He yelled out as another agonising contraction gripped his belly. Les, Al and Lisa all heard it and ran to the stairs. Bursting into the room they were in no doubt what was happening. There was Garry labouring in agony and soaked in sweat, his blonde hair dripping and his belly slick and glistening. His legs bent at the knee and forcing downward until he was red in the face. "Mom, Dad, Please help me, I don't know whats happening! It hurts so much, please, Dr Whitton, help me." Lisa and Al ran to his side and held his hands as Dr Whitton removed Garry's shorts. He placed his hands on the inside of Garry's thighs, gently pushed them apart and examined him. A grim look on his face as he removed his fingers and pulled off the rubber glove. Garry continued to bear down and yell out whilst his belly came to life. Whitton was able to make out the distinct impression of a hand pushing up toward the ceiling, just to the right of the bellybutton. He signalled Al to quickly join him out in the hall. "Al, its worse than I thought, that Thing has no way out except through. Garry has no dilation or contracting of his canal. Unless we cut the damn thing out, there's no hope at all!" Al knew exactly what Whitton was saying, he went into the room and brought Lisa outside to tell her what was happening. Garry yelled out and was quickly becoming tired, he cried openly now, sweat drenching him and the bed. The Thing was alive and powerful, it kicked and pushed against his skin, intent on finding a way out. The pain was grave indeed as Garry fought his best to deal with it. Dr Whitton spoke softly to him. "Garry, the situation is quite serious, I need you to do something for me. I need you to hold on to the spindles on each head of the bed and not let go, everytime you feel the muscles harden just grip it tighter ok?? I need to get this thing out of you but I can't do it the normal way ok?" Whitton looked Garry right in the eye. "I need to cut you, here to here, and lift it out with my hands." He trailed his index finger from just below the bellybutton to just before the pubic bone. Garry tensed at what he was facing but nodded his agreement. "It's gonna hurt Garry and hurt bad but I won't let anything happen to you, alright?" Garry nodded amongst sweat and tears. He stared at the Thing in him, it was ferociously trying to get out now. It thrust up and down against the inside of his bellybutton, knowing it had found a weakness there.

Al returned to the room without Lisa, she had gone downstairs to fetch all the neccessary blankets, towels and antiseptic she could find. She would stay downstairs until Al shouted her it was ok to come back. Whitton prepared, he opened up his surgical bag, laying out what he needed. A scalpel, clamps, scissors and a suction tube. Al went to Garry and tried his best to compose himself. "Garry, remember I love you boy, I gotta hold down your legs now and help Dr Whitton. I'm here every step of the way with ya son." Garry nodded, agonised and yelled out again as the Thing increased its attempts to free itself. Blood began to ooze from his bellybutton as it threatened to rupture, the ferocious up and down thrusting getting stronger.

None of them noticed that the Moon had risen, the Beast was on its way, bounding through the forests like a crazed monster. It smelled it's cub, inside the belly, the tasty belly. It ran across the fields towards the Howstead residence.

Al held down Garry's legs at the knee as Garry gripped onto the spindles with all his might, biting down on a wooden Spatula as he did so. Al looked away as Whitton pressed the scalpel to Garry's enormous belly. It had just pierced the skin when an almighty Howl and a crash emitted from the windows. An enormous Beast crashed into the bedroom, knocking Al into the far wall and throwing Whitton straight on top of him. It roared at them with huge ferocity. They lunged for the door to get Al's gun in the closet right outside but the Beast slammed the door straight into the door-frame. It would not open again. Garry was frozen in fear, it was just him, his unborn and a hungry looking demon walking on all fours slowly towards them. The beast climbed atop the bed and stared Garry straight in the eye, saliva dripping off its hideous fangs. It growled low and deep. The unborn sensing its own kind, thrust harder and faster, the bellybutton finally split from its ordeal and a clawed paw emerged. Garry was in agony! The Thing in him had transformed from a human fetus into a werewolf cub. It's strength was hideous. It continued its onslaught but now with sharp claws and fangs to assist it. The Beast licked at the bloody belly and coaxed its cub to continue. Garry was screaming frantically now, his bellybutton transformed into some hideous birthing hole. The Beast snarled as it pinned Garry down and with a sickening shriek his belly split wide and the cub slid out between his legs. The Beast licked its bloody cub clean and just as it bit through the umbillical cord, Garry went limp. The Beast howled into the night sky, signalling the arrival of a New One. The cub, ferocious and hungry from its ordeal began to feast on the warm carcass before it. The Beast joined in and within minutes they had lept through the window and were bounding back to the pack.

When the Howsteads and Whitton finally succeeded in shot gunning the door down several minutes later they were too late. The Beast and its cub were gone, Garry lay dead on his bed, belly open and organs devoured.


To this day howling can still be heard on a Full Moon in Grayson's Point. The town lives on, blissfully unaware of the horror that overtook it that fateful December. The Howsteads never recovered from their ordeal after Garry's funeral and sold up their house to live in Toronto with their eldest son. They never returned to Grayson's Point.

-- Edited by PoppedBB on Monday 21st of March 2011 10:32:44 PM

If I were to continue this into a Series with continued stories, whats everyone's ideas on what exactly you'd like to read more of?? Thanks

I wonder if maybe when that werewolf's cub is fully grown, he goes out just as his father did to find another victim to bring his cub into the world.

Awesome, I look soo much forward to reading the sequel.

I'm considering new ideas for a sequel to this story, will work on it in due time :)