Diaries of a Lycanthrope
13th November xx99
I guess it’s been about say… three or four weeks since I’ve been turned into a beast or well at least it’s been about that long since I’ve regained a little bit of my wits. Being a… “werewolf” is quite a bit more different than I’d previously thought. Honestly I thought I’d be turning back into a human sooner or later but I guess now I’m pretty sure that that isn’t happening anytime soon. I think I’m lucky to just have a few “lucid’ moments here and there where my mind more or less intact. A lot of the other guys I’ve seen running around don’t really seem like anything other than… well… mindless beasts… you know I think I might be special among these guys. Anyways I’ve been slowly regaining a little bit of my sanity but only during the day oddly enough. However more I regain my mind this body wasn’t meant for speaking or really most human activities. I should be glad that my paws are flexible enough for me to write when I’m sobered up like this. It doesn’t really matter though the towns been mostly overrun by beasts. There are some people left but most of them have bunkered up their houses and stopped roaming around. 
You don’t really see many humans walk around except maybe every once in a while there’s a few amateur werewolf hunters who’re feeling lucky. I almost feel sorry for the poor bastards. Those idiots don’t even know what they’re getting themselves into. We only rarely get some actual hunters come around here but really with how many beasts are roaming around the streets they hardly ever make it out alive.
So anyways while I’ve been “out” last night it seems I was in a bit of a scuffle. I was left relatively unscathed but I don’t think the same could be said for the other guys. I believe a group of amateurs were led here by a pro to maybe hunt down a few people. I spotted them already yesterday before I went full on beast but I just ent into hiding and observed them from afar. They looked quite intimidating when I first saw them. Turns out I may have overestimated their competence. It looked like they found my little shack downtown or maybe they saw me earlier and tracked me down I’d never know for certain but in any case I woke up this morning finding myself surround with the corpses of three dead amateurs and a hell of a lot of hunting equipment strewn about my little shack. I knew there were a lot more of them but I assume I probably ate the rest of them if they didn’t just get away. I’m sure I must’ve eaten at least four men if my gut is to be trusted. I felt quite bloated earlier and the clothes and whatnot that I might’ve ate with those men were not helping digestion at all.
I resumed my daily routine after waking up of scouting the area and walking around to scavenge some food sans scavenging as I already felt really full. I didn’t really feel like eating more but eh I thought maybe I’d get a little hungry later so I might as well get something to eat for later.
I went to the wooded area of town a short ways away from my shack to maybe hunt for a bear or something. On my way there my stomach kept grumbling at me. Last night’s meal apparently wasn’t agreeing with me. Once I got there I went straight ahead for the old swimming to wash off some of the blood and gunk that was in my fur. I soaked in there for a while and I reasoned that maybe I can stalk my prey from there and attack when they come to drink for water.
Quite a while later by some sheer stroke of luck a deer came in for a drink. You don’t really see one of those everyday around these parts. The moment I saw him I moved. Swimming stealthily underwater till I could get just close enough. When I did I crouched down and raised my rump with my torso low ready to strike until-
*FART*
I accidentally scared away my prey. If only I could actually have some lucidity at night or atleast enough to be picky with my diet.
Anyways I decided to call it a day and returned to my shack. On my way there I just kept pushing more and more fart bubbles. My farts were enough to steer packs away from my path which was great since I already was a loner even before getting turned and I don’t think I’d like to associate with those mindless idiots. 
I opened the door to my shack and well I came upon a little surprised. One of the three dead bodies wasn’t so dead after all. The poor bastard left a glaringly obvious trail of blood that I followed to just behind the shack. The poor bastard couldn’t really catch a break. I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that just the day before he was trying to kill me. So since I was already feeling a little bit hungry I tore off his thick leather clothes watching him make his futile attempts to fend me off unarmed then went ahead and bit down on his legs crushing them completely. I then proceeded to just go swallow him whole feeling him squirm as he travelled down my throat and drown in my stomach acids. After a minute or two he stopped struggling completely and presumably died.
After having just eaten a man whole I felt the need to make some room for that newly digested hunter. I squatted down like any dog would and started pushing. First came a long sputtering fart, it lasted for quite a while until it was cut off by wet squelch. I spurt of ketchup like shit blasted out of my anus and started dripping slowly with hot shit. That ended with a squelch for a reason though, I mean it’s not like I was trying to hold it in. It looked like there was a little something stuck in there, likely some hunting tools. I can easily digest bones given enough time and sometimes wood too but metals are an entirely different matter.
I pushed harder and harder but it won’t budge. I decided maybe I’d scoop it out with my paw then. I reached down and stuck my claws into my arse then spread them wide. That was when I felt the obstruction. It felt round and seemed to be some sort of cylinder. I dug around even deeper in my shit filled arsehole and started pulling it out. I started farting heavily as I did this and after slowly pulling *Plop* it came out. Apparently it was an iron prosthetic leg. I resumed my dumping as planned. I pushed out warm sludge with some semisolid logs in between. Said logs were partially digested limbs protected from my stomach acids by the leather they were all wearing. Man did it feel good to push it out as I felt warm uneven shit logs scrape through my arsehole.
After a short moment I started feeling something warm on my cheeks. Apparently my mound of dung had grown larger enough to start engulfing my ass a bit. I didn’t care though in fact I somewhat liked the weird feeling. I raised my ass just a little but so I had more room to shit but be just close enough that my ass kept pressing onto my shit mound. I then felt something big coming and I lifted my ass up completely almost standing now with my hands on my knees as I pushed one last super hard compressed log out of my arse and sighed with relief. 
Being an beast now I didn’t really wipe as always and just got up and head back to the front of my shack. All I did next was to grab this journal and sit down and write this entry as I press my shit caked arse cheeks on the floor letting the remaining shits smoosh under my weight while I write this down and as I await the coming of the night. I hope tomorrow I’ll be treated to a better meal.