Relief. And a craving for more...

You couldn't help it. "Awooo~" Can't help but howl in dominance. As everything that was John's. His knowledge, his passions and dreams... Now, nothing more than part of a sapient, sexual beast that's your primal instincts.

"Fuck. Need to hold myself in." You had to resist the urge to just prowl around the school hallways in dominance. Even as you feel you're in a half-wolven form right now itch for a post absorption snack. Or mating, to find a most **** human sheep, to extend your hermaphodite clit into.

Slowing your breathe down. You can't help but smirk, on feeling more in control over your primal nature. Not less, as you initially feared. As the humanity that was John's, is now your instincts.

You almost can't help but think of being able to retain a demi-form during a full moon, just as much as holding a purr on the feeling of being able to shift into a wolven form whenever you please. Before they're stuck with the masturbationiary tier urges, to have your wolven instinct unbirth, and fold that hunk of a Chad next. Or that nervous beauty, so you can absorb all of her hard earnt knowledge for an assured graduation.

You almost forgot the fact the bathroom you had to pounce towards was occupied, when you heard a flush of the toilet. "Hoy, can you stop howling? I want to take a shit, and cum down the drain."

A familiar, sounding voice. That made your tail twitch in instinctual hunger, as your stomach growled. Remind you that even if your instinct wants to absorb a person into your being forever, you still have needs.

Feral needs, hungry needs. And be it within your sex, or stomach. You want to fill up your wolven booty again, soon enough.