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Ever since I got attacked by a WereStallone earlier this week, nothing has been quite the same thing for me.
For starters, not only have I got to balance being 'Growler' and fighting off enemy monsters that may come my way but also turning into a WereStallone as well.
All I have to try and do is keep my newly developed WereStallone instincts and urges under control and try not to let them get the better of me.
Of course, at times it's not as easy as it looks. What with me changing every night, it seems like it would have to take some time to get used to it.
And this was one of those nights, for the past several nights a WereStallone had been sighted and the local news had been covering it. I had been asked by my boss and a few associates to do a report on this particular subject.
I was in the office that night working on the computer and starting work on that report, of course I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to complete it in time.
"Forester. How's that WereStallone report coming along?"
"Ummm..great. But let me ask you something...you don't honestly believe that stupid phony story, do you?"
"Well of course I do...it's all over the news. Even Leno mentioned it last night."
"You know i'm counting on you for that report. Since you're the only guy with the monster expertise here."
"I know...i'm just working on it right now."
"Oh..."
The boss went back to check on the other workers while I went back to the computer to type up the report.
I was in the middle of writing the opening and middle paragraphs when it started up again... I stopped what I was doing and ran over to the mirror.
All seemed normal, but then I closed my eyes and when I opened them up again they were glowing that eerie shade of orangey yellow.
"Oh...no.."
"Is something wrong?"
"Ummm..."
"You seem a little worried and a bit freaked out. I hope something isn't troubling you, Nathan."
"I'm fine...i'm fine..."
"That's good. For a second there, I thought something was horribly wrong. Like you were trying to hide some dark secret or something."
"Nope...no dark secrets here!"
Associate Ken left to go back and help the boss with arrangement of papers and the like, and I sighed in relief.
I continued to go back to working on the report, gathering as much information as I could find and writing up every single detail on them.
I hurried as quickly as I could to get it all done in time, but I had a feeling that it wouldn't be long until you know what would start up.
"Gotta get this done before that moon comes out... gotta get this done...."
I panted as I continued working on the last few pages of the actual report before grabbing my camera and finished the report, clicking on the send button.
"Phew!"
But my relief was short-lived as the moon peeked out from behind those thin grey clouds in the sky.
"Uh oh...here it comes..."
My hands started shaking and as they did, thick black fur was growing on them and my fingernails were growing longer and sharper and turning black becoming claws.
My hands also changed shape and grew larger becoming more Stallone-like, my watch snapping apart and falling off my wrist.
"Aaaw man...and I just bought that one."
My shoes were starting to get increasingly tight due to what was going to happen next, the back side of said shoe burst open along with the soles and the front.
The shoes slowly ripped apart to reveal my changing feet, my feet were sprouting thick black fur on them and my toenails were growing longer and sharper - almost claw-like.
In addition to this my feet were becoming larger and more Stallone-like and becoming more powerful in terms of strength.
"I was hoping this wouldn't happen...but somehow....this is actually making me feel good.."
My shirt was starting to tighten up as my torso started swelling and gaining muscle mass, in addition to this the material on it was starting to stretch and strain and the buttons were popping off one by one, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
My sleeves were also tearing apart as my arms were gaining muscle mass as well, with a loud "RIPPPPP!" my shirt burst open at the back to make room for my growing back which was also developing muscle as well.
It looked like my shirt wasn't going to hold on much longer and surely enough...it slowly
ripped apart to reveal my body had grown more muscular and Stallone-like, right down to the newly developed abs and pecs as well as my more muscular arms, torso, back and shoulders.
There was a fine coat of black fur on some parts of it including a few patches of it on my chest, but the fur didn't entirely cover my body.
"Not my shirt! Urrr.grrr...noo...noooo!"
My legs were the next to change shape growing leaner but still muscled and Stallone-like, building up with strength and perfect for fighting.
Somehow these changes weren't as unpleasant as the first time the change occured and actually felt good, it was making me stronger and a lot more powerful.
I stretched as I grew in height from my normal height to 5'9 or 5'10 and felt a rush of adrenalin and energy burning inside me.
"Grrr...this...feels...good..grrrr..."
My hair began growing longer and longer until it turned black and grew into a wild Stallone styled mane as black fur grew on my face.
Meanwhile my ears were stretching out and becoming pointed, I closed my eyes and when I reopened them again they glowed an eerie shade of orangey yellow.
"Aaaagh....grrrrr..must resist it...but it feels so good, it's making me stronger..."
I opened my mouth and suddenly had the urge to let out a roar as my canine teeth lengthened and sharpened becoming sharp fangs.
My changes were not yet done as my face started to morph and reshape itself, eyebrows growing thicker and arching giving me a more angry and tougher look.
My eyes were drooping a little bit but still taking on a more menacing glare, my nose changing shape and becoming aquilline.
The last part of my face to change was my mouth which began to contort itself, a disconcerting stretching sound was heard as my lower lip became crooked and changed my expression into a tough, menacing perrenial snarl.
My features were now fully Stallone-like and the transformation into a WereStallone was almost complete.
"Grrrr....grrr...so hard to resist..."
My voice deepened at first then became rougher and more agressive before distorting to become more Stallone-like, which altered my speech.
A massive personality change also began overflowing my mind, changing it to become tougher, more dangerous and more energized.
My changes were now completed, and I had once again becoming a WereStallone once more.
I growled for a while before calming down.
"Well at least the report's already been sent. Oh well...grrr..maybe no one will notice."
I snuck around the building for a few hours trying not to get noticed by anyone else who might be working.
All was going well until I ran into none other than Associate Ken and his best friend Associate Stan.
"My word! What's that?"
"It appears to be the WereStallone."
"It's me, Nathan."
"Oh my. What happened?"
"It's a long story but i'll tell you anyway. I was attacked by a WereStallone earlier this week and now I unfortunately turn into one."
"I'm sorry I didn't recognise you. Did you get that report done?"
"Yeah...all written down and sent to the boss."
"That's fantastic."
"I know..."
I grabbed my camera once more and set it on self-timer as I ran out of the building, the two Associates following me.
A few hours later the self-timer went off and numerous photos of me in my WereStallone form were taken and scanned in, and then emailed to the boss.
As for what happened afterwards....let's just say that the boss was very pleased with the report I had given and decided to make it a top front page news story.
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Ever since I got attacked by a WereStallone earlier this week, nothing has been quite the same thing for me.
For starters, not only have I got to balance being 'Growler' and fighting off enemy monsters that may come my way but also turning into a WereStallone as well.
All I have to try and do is keep my newly developed WereStallone instincts and urges under control and try not to let them get the better of me.
Of course, at times it's not as easy as it looks. What with me changing every night, it seems like it would have to take some time to get used to it.
And this was one of those nights, for the past several nights a WereStallone had been sighted and the local news had been covering it. I had been asked by my boss and a few associates to do a report on this particular subject.
I was in the office that night working on the computer and starting work on that report, of course I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to complete it in time.
"Forester. How's that WereStallone report coming along?"
"Ummm..great. But let me ask you something...you don't honestly believe that stupid phony story, do you?"
"Well of course I do...it's all over the news. Even Leno mentioned it last night."
"You know i'm counting on you for that report. Since you're the only guy with the monster expertise here."
"I know...i'm just working on it right now."
"Oh..."
The boss went back to check on the other workers while I went back to the computer to type up the report.
I was in the middle of writing the opening and middle paragraphs when it started up again... I stopped what I was doing and ran over to the mirror.
All seemed normal, but then I closed my eyes and when I opened them up again they were glowing that eerie shade of orangey yellow.
"Oh...no.."
"Is something wrong?"
"Ummm..."
"You seem a little worried and a bit freaked out. I hope something isn't troubling you, Nathan."
"I'm fine...i'm fine..."
"That's good. For a second there, I thought something was horribly wrong. Like you were trying to hide some dark secret or something."
"Nope...no dark secrets here!"
Associate Ken left to go back and help the boss with arrangement of papers and the like, and I sighed in relief.
I continued to go back to working on the report, gathering as much information as I could find and writing up every single detail on them.
I hurried as quickly as I could to get it all done in time, but I had a feeling that it wouldn't be long until you know what would start up.
"Gotta get this done before that moon comes out... gotta get this done...."
I panted as I continued working on the last few pages of the actual report before grabbing my camera and finished the report, clicking on the send button.
"Phew!"
But my relief was short-lived as the moon peeked out from behind those thin grey clouds in the sky.
"Uh oh...here it comes..."
My hands started shaking and as they did, thick black fur was growing on them and my fingernails were growing longer and sharper and turning black becoming claws.
My hands also changed shape and grew larger becoming more Stallone-like, my watch snapping apart and falling off my wrist.
"Aaaw man...and I just bought that one."
My shoes were starting to get increasingly tight due to what was going to happen next, the back side of said shoe burst open along with the soles and the front.
The shoes slowly ripped apart to reveal my changing feet, my feet were sprouting thick black fur on them and my toenails were growing longer and sharper - almost claw-like.
In addition to this my feet were becoming larger and more Stallone-like and becoming more powerful in terms of strength.
"I was hoping this wouldn't happen...but somehow....this is actually making me feel good.."
My shirt was starting to tighten up as my torso started swelling and gaining muscle mass, in addition to this the material on it was starting to stretch and strain and the buttons were popping off one by one, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
My sleeves were also tearing apart as my arms were gaining muscle mass as well, with a loud "RIPPPPP!" my shirt burst open at the back to make room for my growing back which was also developing muscle as well.
It looked like my shirt wasn't going to hold on much longer and surely enough...it slowly
ripped apart to reveal my body had grown more muscular and Stallone-like, right down to the newly developed abs and pecs as well as my more muscular arms, torso, back and shoulders.
There was a fine coat of black fur on some parts of it including a few patches of it on my chest, but the fur didn't entirely cover my body.
"Not my shirt! Urrr.grrr...noo...noooo!"
My legs were the next to change shape growing leaner but still muscled and Stallone-like, building up with strength and perfect for fighting.
Somehow these changes weren't as unpleasant as the first time the change occured and actually felt good, it was making me stronger and a lot more powerful.
I stretched as I grew in height from my normal height to 5'9 or 5'10 and felt a rush of adrenalin and energy burning inside me.
"Grrr...this...feels...good..grrrr..."
My hair began growing longer and longer until it turned black and grew into a wild Stallone styled mane as black fur grew on my face.
Meanwhile my ears were stretching out and becoming pointed, I closed my eyes and when I reopened them again they glowed an eerie shade of orangey yellow.
"Aaaagh....grrrrr..must resist it...but it feels so good, it's making me stronger..."
I opened my mouth and suddenly had the urge to let out a roar as my canine teeth lengthened and sharpened becoming sharp fangs.
My changes were not yet done as my face started to morph and reshape itself, eyebrows growing thicker and arching giving me a more angry and tougher look.
My eyes were drooping a little bit but still taking on a more menacing glare, my nose changing shape and becoming aquilline.
The last part of my face to change was my mouth which began to contort itself, a disconcerting stretching sound was heard as my lower lip became crooked and changed my expression into a tough, menacing perrenial snarl.
My features were now fully Stallone-like and the transformation into a WereStallone was almost complete.
"Grrrr....grrr...so hard to resist..."
My voice deepened at first then became rougher and more agressive before distorting to become more Stallone-like, which altered my speech.
A massive personality change also began overflowing my mind, changing it to become tougher, more dangerous and more energized.
My changes were now completed, and I had once again becoming a WereStallone once more.
I growled for a while before calming down.
"Well at least the report's already been sent. Oh well...grrr..maybe no one will notice."
I snuck around the building for a few hours trying not to get noticed by anyone else who might be working.
All was going well until I ran into none other than Associate Ken and his best friend Associate Stan.
"My word! What's that?"
"It appears to be the WereStallone."
"It's me, Nathan."
"Oh my. What happened?"
"It's a long story but i'll tell you anyway. I was attacked by a WereStallone earlier this week and now I unfortunately turn into one."
"I'm sorry I didn't recognise you. Did you get that report done?"
"Yeah...all written down and sent to the boss."
"That's fantastic."
"I know..."
I grabbed my camera once more and set it on self-timer as I ran out of the building, the two Associates following me.
A few hours later the self-timer went off and numerous photos of me in my WereStallone form were taken and scanned in, and then emailed to the boss.
As for what happened afterwards....let's just say that the boss was very pleased with the report I had given and decided to make it a top front page news story.
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