A werewolf who embraces the beast

Mariella tapped her pen against her cubicle idly, watching the clock tick slowly past, antsy in her seat as she bounced her leg rapidly. The itch on her legs was getting out of control as the sun dipped lower in the sky. She groaned as she desperately tried to focus on the tickets her company’s clients were putting in, too wrapped in excitement to even care that Stacy from finance’s computer was having login issues.

Her coworker Connor poked his head over the cubicle wall, grinning. “Weekend jitters, right? Got fun plans?” Connor’s eyes always had a nasty habit of finding their way to the top of her cleavage, and he had a rude habit of interrupting, but overall he made the day a little less menial with bad jokes. Not that that meant Mariella would ever say yes to his request for a date.

“You- could say that,” Mariella shrugged teasingly. She certainly had plans, though they were the kind Connor would have believed. Needing something to do with her hands, Mariella undid her ponytail and put it up again, just trying to contain the roiling that filled her stomach, hour after hour, it was almost time.

“Night in alone? Come on Mari, you should come out with me and my boys. We’re doing an escape room tomorrow and there’s room for one more.” He smirked and held his hands up.

As if. Even if Mariella had wanted to spend Saturday evening locked in a room with four sweaty dudes, she had more important things on her plate, something she’d waited all month for. “Maybe next time, Connor.” She tried to give a genuine smile, “Would you take that ticket from the Finance department? I’m having a little trouble focusing and really don’t feel like walking her through a login.

“Yeah! Yeah totally, got it covered.” Like an obedient little puppy, Mariella shook her head as Connor sat back down and got back to work. Mariella leaned over the back of her chair, blowing through her lips as she spun in a circle, needing the day to end.

Mariella opened up a private browser and logged into her social account, idly passing time looking at what her friends were up to, and the endless slew of “Funniest pictures of your favorite fandom” that the site **** on her. These days it felt like she was getting more targeted memes than actual pictures of her friends.

She felt her stomach rumble, hunger panging her and drawing her attention. She had known this would happen, and had packed a bigger lunch accordingly, but it hadn’t been enough, she needed food. Mariella tried to push her annoying hunger aside, reminding herself she would get plenty of food when she got to the woods. She scratched at her neck, where the itching that had started in her legs had begun to irritate as well.

She looked at the clock on her computer, nearly shouting in joy when she realized she’d zoned out long enough for it to reach five o’clock. She quickly shut down her computer and grabbed her bag, getting up and heading for the elevator.

As the doors opened, Mariella was joined by Connor, huffing and puffing as he came on. “Whoof,” He gasped, “In a rush huh?”

Mariella groaned, her stomach was cramping already and she was quickly losing patience for dealing with Connor after hours. “Yup,” She nodded, “Just uh, excited to get home.” She tried to disguise the fact she didn’t want to talk to him at all behind her tone, but she feared it showed through, not that Connor picked up on it.

“Me too, I’m gonna make grilled chicken tonight for the girls and let me tell you, it’s gonna be fire.” He slammed his fists against the air, pumped for his own cooking.

Mariella’s stomach rumbled, the idea of any food right now sound appealing to her, but grilled chicken especially made her salivate.

“Damn Mari, you’re drooling all over yourself. Hey, if you wanna come over and have some just say so.” He laughed, taking a napkin out of his backpack.

Fuck, that was an embarrassing look. She gratefully took the napkin and wiped up her mouth. She had to get out of this stupid elevator and on the road. By grace, the doors dinged and slid open, and Mariella rushed out into the parking garage without even another glance toward Connor.

“Oh shit, uh, bye!” He called after her, a bit stunned.

Mariella sighed in relief as she got in her car, letting her hair down and turning on the Subaru’s engine. She selected her playlist and pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, leaving an exhausting work day behind her and driving towards the nightfall, when she could be free.

She tapped her steering wheel rhythmically to the music as she pulled onto the highway, joining the sluggish flow of traffic, trying not to think too hard about what was jamming up the movement, Mariella closed her eyes. Fantasizing about the night’s events, flashing daydreams through her mind of racing through the forest on all fours and chasing down succulent meat. She inhaled sharply and felt the front of her pants get a little wet, so she shook away the thoughts, focusing on driving.

She slogged through the traffic until she could breakaway and leave the city roads, heading out towards the back country where civilization met an endless forest, driving to her special place. The place she was going was far from the city, far enough that by the time she got there, the sun was on the cusp of the horizon and the sky was turning orange. This was entirely by design, as Mariella had already waited the entire day, she didn’t want to have to wait longer once she got there.

She stopped her car on the side of a dirt road, beyond where most roadtrippers would drive, and got out. She locked up the car and hid the keys under a hollow rock, as well as her phone. Her purse she left in the car, but those two items she liked to keep outside the locked vehicle, just in case. She checked on the skyline through the trees, and started walking.

Branching off the dirt road was a slim, almost hidden trail, which Mariella hiked down into the deeper forest, getting good and far from her car before she finally felt the first satisfying lurch of pain in her chest. She doubled over and laughed, “Finally.”

Mariella composed herself and unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it to the ground, smiling to herself as she kicked off her shoes, the sun dipped fully below the horizon, and from behind she could feel the moon long before she saw it, shining against her exposed back. She unbuttoned her pants, wiggling out of them while still moving. The moonlight tickled her skin in an exhilarating way that made her shiver. She smiled, letting her chestnut skin bask in the light. She had gone too quickly last month, this time she intended to savor her transformation.

She took off her bra, leaving it in the dirt behind her. The moonlight glazed gently across her breasts, making her skin tingle. Mariella carefully cupped her breasts and ran her hands along her skin, pinching her nipples before releasing, letting out a soft moan as a shiver raced through her spine. Then she doubled over, yelping loudly as pain raced through her body. Her stomach felt like it was twisting in on itself and her lungs felt like they were collapsing. Prematurely, Mariella let out a howl, arching her back and neck inward and staring straight into the sky.

Admittedly, her attempt was pitiful, but her transformation hadn’t even begun. She closed her eyes, concentrating. She felt the searing pain in her spine as it began to stretch and she winced, a pleased smile across her face. Just above her ass, a small nub began to protrude, pushing at her panties. She concentrated harder, willing the magic of the moon to focus on her tailbone. The nub stretched long, pulling at her panties until they could stretch no more, and tearing through. The stretched and torn fabric slid uselessly down Mariella’s legs, stopping at her ankles, she kicked them off into a bush.

She lost her concentration for a moment as she happily swished her tail, which was rapidly sprouting thick black fur. Mariella screamed as suddenly she felt as if someone was repeatedly pummeling her in the gut. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on her exercises. She let herself feel a little relief when she felt a disembodied tugging on her ears, stretching them to points. She spread her fingers as far as they would go, gritting her teeth as the bones lengthened inside and the skin stretched to match, making hideous pops that made her wince each time.

Fur was beginning to sprout across Mariella’s skin now, she ran her hands along her skin, feeling the fur, letting it grow. She stumbled forward and fell as pain shot through her feet, knocking her off balance, she braced herself against a tree. She let out another howl as her feet began to change, stretching and reshaping themselves into hideously beastlike features, her socks were being tested for all their worth, the hems and thread ripping and stretching. Mariella groaned a combination of pain and laughter as her feet became misshapen and deformed, the bones reshaping and the muscles stretching. She screamed as her fingernails began to extend, the nails curling into themselves and coming to vicious points. Her toes bulged as her nails began to extend and expand, she screamed even louder, the pain near unbearable, but Mariella liked it that way. She dug her claws into the bark of the tree, crying out in pain.

As she did, a passionate moan escaped her lips. She took a breath, then moaned again, distracted from the pain of her feet by a near orgasmic feeling through her body as her wild curly hair gently grew longer, snaking down her back to her tail. Mariella turned around, bracing her back against the tree. She let herself become enraptured in her hair growth. As her hand began to creep down her stomach towards her nethers, her concentration lapsed. That was all it took for all the changes Mariella had been holding off to come in full ****.

Mariella screamed as her insides ignited, she keeled over, falling to the ground. With a series of hideous cracks, her spine arched, pushing against the skin of her back. Mariella felt like her back was being beaten with sledgehammers, trying desperately to regain her control, she let out another scream as her spine began to stretch, elongating itself, pushing Mariella’s hand away from her legs. A series of sickening pops came from Mariella’s hips, her hips began to shift in their place, fitting a new shape.

Mariella tried to stagger back to her feet, but her legs gave out and began to extend. Mariella screamed again, but this time not in pain. “Yess!” She howled, “More!” Her body began to bulge and distort as thick muscle mass painfully took place across her form. Her chest felt like it was being stabbed from the inside out, looking down, she saw her ribs poking against her skin. Her body swelled to match her growing skeleton. “Ohhhh!” She cried out.

Then her face began to rip with pain, her mouth felt like it was being ripped in two. Her teeth ached as if she had been punched in the month, her nose started to push outward, pulling her face as if with a hook. Her mouth extended into a long snout full of vicious teeth.

Mariella’s eyes were stung with tears, the changes were coming too fast. She howled a third time as her body was racked with a surge of incredible sensation. Her breasts swelled outward, her nipples hard enough to graze the dirt.

Mariella screamed one final time as all her limbs dislocated themselves, replacing themselves at different angles. As her scream turned into a proper canine howl, Mariella’s Human mind faded away, replaced by the beast.

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Mariella awoke in an unfamiliar part of the forest, the gentle light of the morning sun bathing her naked form as the last of her fur receded under her skin and her jaw cracked back to its original shape. She groaned and looked around taking her bearings. The area around her was painted with blood, and in front of her were the remains of a man, his head gone and his chest torn open.

Mariella laughed a little as she pictured Connor’s head where her victim’s head should have been. “Poor bastard, guess you won’t be escaping any rooms.” She pushed herself to her feet and stretched her back. She listened and heard a creek nearby, which she made her way to to wash the leftover blood from herself.

She tried to remember the night before, sometimes she could, if she embraced what she was and didn’t shy away from it. She tried to recall how many victims she’d caught, she certainly felt full. She remembered a campsite and tearing it apart, but beyond that her memories were flashes and whisps, all lost to the wolf’s mind.

She got up from the creek and started walking out of the forest, trying to find her way back to her car, which never took her very long, as she was very familiar with the forest. When she did make it back, she picked up the clothes she’d discarded and her phone and keys. As she got dressed, she pushed her memories back to her transformation.

“I let it happen too fast.” She decided, unlocking her car. “Oh well, I’ll be sure to savor tonight’s change.” And she drove off.