Phone a friend.

Tabitha rang the doorbell. Her friend Sarah had said to come over as quickly as possible, and that it was about John. Sarah answered the door in her bathrobe.

"Tab, I'm so glad you're here. I can't control John."

"Oh God, did he hit you?" Tabitha was firmly of the opinion that all men would eventually start hitting; it was just a matter of time.

"No; not really. I have to show you."

There was a thump from upstairs.

Sarah shouted, "John, stay up there! I'll be done in a minute!"

The two women went into the kitchen and Sarah finished pouring warm fat out of the frying pan and into a covered measuring cup. There were over a dozen strips of limp bacon soaking in the grease.

"Sarah, what the fuck is going on?"

"You'll have to see it for yourself, Tab. But you should know, I tried to control him but I'm just not strong enough. I need your help."

Sarah led her friend upstairs to the guest bedroom; she leaned on the door and called through it.

"John, stand back now. I have the bacon." She turned to her friend, "I'll distract him, you grab him. We have to try and restrain him."

"Has he gone crazy?"

"Sort of; you'll see in a second." Sarah pushed the door open.

John wasn't there; in his place was a wolf man. The beast was over six feet tall, well muscled and furry, and he was horny: extremely horny. Just over a foot of fully erect wolf-cock sprouted from between his legs. As a dog trainer she knew what an erect dog-member looked like, and this one was impressive.

"What can I do to calm him down, Tab?"

"You've got to pet him."

Sarah shucked off her robe.

"Oh God, Sarah, is that cum? No wonder he's excited: it's like you're in heat! Back off and let me try."

Tab edged toward the wolf-man, holding her hand out for him to sniff. He did, and she started rubbing his muzzle with her hands. She ran her fingers through his damp fur and scratched between his ears. His tongue lolled out.

"Good boy, John; good boy." Her voice was calm and soothing and John leaned in closer. He sniffed at her some more, then sniffed the air. His tail started wagging enthusiastically.

"Sarah, he can smell you. And the bacon! Back off, now!"

"His tail's wagging; that's good, right?"

"No it isn't! It means he's getting excited!"

John grabbed Tab's jeans and tore; they came apart like tissue. In a flash his snout was under her tee-shirt, but only until his claws ripped it away. Rough hands grabbed her breasts and started kneading.

Sarah rushed forward to help her friend, which was exactly the wrong thing to do. John grabbed her, spilling the bacon and grease all over both women.