A werewolf

You've had a taste of pain, and it wasn't the worst. You'd rather not actively seek it, however, it had a delicious contrast to your pleasure. You rack your mind for a more productive source and come across the concept of a werewolf.

"Are you alright?" Natasha shows a faint sign of sympathy as you buckle over. Your spine, a new concept, clicks as vertebrae synthesize. Your torso grows awkwardly long before a long set of bones jut from the bottom end of your pelvis, a tail. Every bone snaps and reconstructs more gangly and lengthy than the last. Your fingers become hard bony sets of claws, and your feet become villainous sets of paws. You fall to your knees and scratch deep scars into the flooring.

"What the fuck is happening?" "I don't know she's changing!" Angelica and Natasha stare with anticipation as you enter the last stages of your transformation. You stand and arch your back as layers of fur and muscle pack onto your elongated frame. You fill it out well now, not unlike a swimmer, covered in a coat of brown hair. Breasts swell to perfect orbs of life-supporting flesh. Your face as well shifts and contorts to become more wolflike. Not quite a full muzzle, but it's much more angular and aggressive, yet beautiful. Your teeth grew sharper and larger, before your vision yellowed and your transformation was complete.

"Hello?" Natasha's voice trembled with a slight fear as yout stood to your full height. You retained your intelligence, but a primal instinct clouded your vision. You could smell the arousal in the room. Dripping wet as they stared in horror at your new frame. You were **** to bow your head within the room. Powerful slim muscles pulsed with anticipation of the conquest before you. Natasha and Angelica quivered as you dripped animalistic lust. They stirred in their own naked forms as pheromones filled their noses. You could only mutter a low growl.