Succumb to the Beast

You can feel something awaken inside you, something wild. You try to resist it but you can feel it growing stronger, a low growl escapes your lips involuntarily as you do. The woman in front of you notices the change and grows excited.

"That's right girl, let it take you!" She tries to speak more but her words turn to growls and grunts. You hear a horrible snapping noise as her face changes into a wolf-like muzzle. As her transformation finishes she lets out a loud howl and the rest of the pack joins in. The wolf railing you finishes as he howls, releasing you to the ground as he does. But you barely register being discarded so casually, overtaken by the new feelings surging inside.

You're hot, too hot, you need release. You drag yourself upright before dropping back down on your ass. These clothes, they're part of the problem! You grab your shirt with your forepaws and rip it open and your breasts, having ballooned in size, practically burst out. It feels better but it's not enough, you need more!

As if on que you hear cracking noises as pain wracks your body. It's like your hands from before but throughout your entire being. You can feel bone and muscle tearing apart and reforming, your hair lengthening too. Your shoes are torn apart by your feet, now transforming into hindpaws, and what's left of your pants are destroyed by a combination of your growing muscles and the new tail growing out of your lower back. But any ability for you to feel fear or concern is being overtaken by something primal.

You stand up on your hindpaws, the remnants of your clothing dropping to the ground as you do. It's not as cold as you would expect from an autumn night, but perhaps that could be due to your rapidly growing fur coat. You look up at the moon as the painful transformation finally reaches your head. Your teeth sharpen to a mouthful of fangs, your nose turns up and grows wet. You let out a series of growls as your entire skull morphs, your ears turning pointed and your mouth turning to a muzzle. Finally you feel your sense of self slipping to the beast as the transformation finishes, your last memory is joining in the chorus of howls.