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Max idly gazed out of the window at the distant sunset. On the other side of the sky the silvery disc of the full moon slowly emerged from the hills. It was this time of the month again, he thought. He heard the door of his apartment open and quickly got up from his bed. Freya, his wife, had just returned from work and was waiting for him in the kitchen. "Hey, sweetie. You know what time it is?", she spoke filled with excitement. Max nodded and replied: "Sure, didn't you mention it this morning? Do you have the pendant?" The woman proudly handed him a thin, golden necklace adorned with a little pearl. "Ready to do it? Or want to wait a bit?" "Oh, I'd rather do it now than later. The feel the moon calling me already.", Freya urged him.

Together, hand in hand, they went back into the bedroom. It was fairly large, too big for two small humans but just perfect for what was going to happen next. Max stepped behind his wife, helped her undress, slip out of her blouse, remove her pants and unfasten her bra. He pressed his lips against her slender neck and gave her a kiss. "I love you, darling.", he whispered. "I love you, too, honey." Then he put the necklace on her while she removed the two silver rings she was wearing. With a sudden urgency, Max hurriedly picked up her clothes, took her rings and jumped over to the bed, where he turned around and looked at his completely undressed wife.

For a moment she just stood there, giving him an amused smirk. Freya was a small, petite redhead. Her slender, cute body was delicate, and while she had everything he would ever want, she had rather tomboyish proportions. Then a sudden jerk ran through her body, she began breathing faster and whimpered. Another one shook her, and soon more followed. At first it looked like she was having a seizure, but Max knew that there were other forces at work. He held his breath and watched her closely, not because of her beautiful body, but because of what happened to her.

The jolts running through her body now extended to her skin and looked palpable, her skin bulging and rippling visibly. Freya's face had turned into a tortured grimace, and she panted extremely fast, almost like a dog. She wrapped her arms around herself and made incredibly distressed noises. The motions of her skin, the jerking and twitching of her muscles, it all shifted to follow a single, regular rhythm. The coordinated spasms now followed her heartbeat, and each time her body was rocked by yet another surge, she yelped in despair.

Every new impact, every new wave of rippling skin and twitching muscle grew a little harsher still. It had begun only affecting her skin, then spread to her muscles, and now violently permeated her organs and her bones too. Even worse, Max could not only see his wife change, but also hear her seemingly incredibly painful transformation. The wet, dull noises of malleable tissue being pushed around was unsettling, and only barely bearable. Then there was a loud crack, followed by a series of sharp, piercing snaps. Each time her body made such a harrowing noise, Freya collapsed a little more. Her limbs were unnaturally bent and twisted in ways that shouldn't be possible. He knew that her bones were breaking and shattering, one by one, all 206 of them. The cruel damage inflicted on her helpless body would eventually heal, but even knowing this didn't make the procedure any less chilling.

The cracking sped up after his wife's largest bones had broken and all the smaller ones shattered. She was now nothing more than a formless, shivering and whimpering heap on the floor. Her hands and her feet fluttered randomly as the bones inside shattered with a crackle not unlike fireworks, her breath turned into a terrible, rattling wheeze as her ribs cracked and her chest collapsed, and she went completely limp after her entire spine broke. The little golden pendant she wore prevented her from feeling actual pain during this process, it dulled the agony normally associated with her change. Nevertheless, her transformation was extremely unpleasant, as her mind had to fathom that she had all her bones broken and was basically reduced to a puddle of inchoate flesh. It was a truly frightening experience for both the watcher and the victim, which was only made slightly more bearable by the fact that this wasn't the first time.

From destruction came growth, and Freya was reformed in a new shape, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. The strange, powerful forces that controlled her transformation hadn't reduced her to little more than a sentient puddle for nothing. Her bones grew larger and their integrity was restored, sturdier and stronger than before. All the squishy, malleable bits, her skin, her muscles, her nerves and all of her organs followed the lead of her rigid parts and grew bigger and heavier as well. The same invisible force that commanded her change made her gain weight from seemingly thin air.

There was one reshaping in particular where Max wasn't sad at all that he couldn't watch it happening. Like all her other parts, Freya's skull and face were violently and relentlessly remolded. He couldn't see it, but clearly heard her wretched gargling and jagged choking when the transformation abused her beautiful face. His heart beat faster, and he switched from holding his breath to panting almost as fast as his morphing wife, almost passing out. His vision became blurry and darkened. Max's heart skipped a few beats before he snapped out of his little panic attack and pulled himself together.

When he looked back up again, he was greeted by an appearance that was both hilarious and unsightly. The petite little woman had turned into a large, wolf-like beast with shining fangs, a fearsome muzzle, pointy ears on her head and legs turned digitigrade. However, she was still completely naked and lacked her fur and her tail. The worst of the transformation was now over and the intensity of the transformational surges finally decreased. It ended as it had started, with her skin gently bulging and rippling. Only that she additionally grew a dense black coat of fur and a big, fluffy tail. Her strained huffs and her tortured whimpers faded and she calmed down. Freya had successfully transformed into her werewolf shape.

Freya had been about a head smaller than Max before her change, now she was about three heads taller than him. Everything else about her had grown significantly bigger as well. She was extremely muscular, her bulging, powerful muscles were even visible under her fluffy fur, and her female assets had also grown substantially larger. The most noticeable change had occurred to her breasts, which had engorged from subtle, adorable bumps to ample, slightly sagging hills. The little golden necklace around her neck was still there, but it looked incredibly insignificant on her new shape.

She glared at him with a savage look in her golden glowing eyes. Her tongue lolled out of her menacing muzzle and she examined him with a mixture of surprised curiosity and distant familiarity. The transformation into a werewolf tended to mess with her mind, probably a protective mechanism to make her forget about the awful, excruciating things she had experienced just moments before. This protective amnesia was quite sloppy, and a werewolf could momentarily lose much more than just their most recent memories, making them forget even those closest to them. The phase after the transformation was therefore especially dangerous for any bystanders or observers like Max. Luckily, given the right tool, he could make Freya remember him before she did anything stupid. Max slowly undressed himself, slipped out of his T-shirt and pants under the watchful eyes of his wife turned feral. He removed his briefs last and flung them at the werewolf. She flinched and instinctively snatched the white piece of fabric from the air, immediately pressed it to her nose and sniffed at it. Within seconds she remembered who she was and who he was. Her wary curiosity and barely contained readiness to attack turned into excited enthusiasm, her tail began to wag happily, and a very toothy but friendly smile crept onto her long, wolfish face.

The smell of her beloved husband and mate had done the trick. "Do you remember me now, Freya, dear?", Max asked with as much confidence as he could muster as he faced his now very intimidating wife. The werewolf nodded eagerly and slowly walked towards him. The man's self-confidence returned, he had her back and had nothing to fear anymore. She climbed onto the bed and tenderly embraced him, picked him up like a little toy and pressed him against her big, fluffy chest. He was trapped in her bear hug and smothered by her enlarged tits. "I love you, sweetheart.", he mumbled into her fur and slung his arms around her big body.

Freya kept him close to her for an eternity, just passing her time by petting and nuzzling him with pure love. Through her transformation she had lost her ability to speak, but she made up for it with her actions. The ferocious beast loved her cute little male. Right now she was bigger than him and very eager to rub it under his nose. She was in charge, he wouldn't go anywhere until she allowed him to. Meanwhile, Max just relaxed and enjoyed the wonderful hug. With his face deep in her fluff, he also got loads of her empowered, musky scent. She smelled like she looked, wild, untamed and dangerous. Then he gently grabbed her breasts and fondled them. The werewolf yapped happily and allowed him to move into a more comfortable position so he could give her even more affection.

Long ago, beings like Max's beloved wife had been outcasts, rejected and hunted by society. But as large as the efforts to exterminate werecreatures were, they never disappeared and always found a way to survive. Eventually, the pure humans accepted that they were to stay and worked out ways to integrate them. Much had changed since then. For example, silver jewelry had been used to forcefully suppress the transformation, but this was no longer allowed because the suppression actually caused a lot of pain and psychological troubles for the werecreatures. Now there were even special pendants like the necklace Freya wore to alleviate and accelerate the painful process of transformation.

Today no werecreature had to fear death by the hand of a pure human, and no regular human had to fear an assault by the claws of a werecreature. Humans and werecreatures were equal. Only thanks to this, Max and his wife had been able to find together and form a mixed marriage.

Snuggling with her little mate had gotten Freya really excited. Her entire body brimmed with happiness and she exuberantly wagged her tail. She pulled Max up to her face and showered him with countless kisses and licks. The werewolf's golden eyes sparkled cheekily and she slid one of her massive paws into her naked husband's crotch, rubbing his comparatively small member. Max indulged her and grabbed her heavy head with both hands, pulling her into a deeper kiss. He opened his mouth and embraced her wildly flailing tongue with his own. Max kept pushing on until his mouth met her muzzle. The kiss grew even more intense and wet as Freya zealously used her tongue to explore his entire mouth.

They continued kissing and cuddling until the werewolf's lust grew too strong. Driven by her ardent desire, she promptly threw him off her and on his back, quickly climbed on him and brazenly rubbed her wet pussy over his chest. After lustfully humping his bare chest for a while, she roughly grabbed his head and pressed his face against her cunt. Max eagerly helped out his lusty canine wife and diligently licked her hot, swollen organ. Freya howled with unbridled passion and needily humped his face while he desperately tried to please her with his little tongue. Her wonderful scent was particularly strong in her crotch, and her musky, tangy juices quickly filled his mouth with her taste.

Max knew that his beloved monster wouldn't let him go until he gave her an orgasm. So he forgot about everything else and gave it his all, he ate her out like it was the last thing he would do in his life. But honestly, what could be better than drowning in werewolf pussy? The pressure on his head got bigger and it almost felt like Freya tried to force his head into her sopping cunt. The large lupine ecstatically jumped up and down on the bed and roared with senseless lust. Her behavior became more and more violent until she finally reached orgasm.

She rewarded his passionate devotion with a full, deafening howl. Her massive legs twitched rapidly, and she collapsed burying her husband under her violently squirting pussy. Max still continued licking Freya and gave her the time of her life, making her whine and cry with even hotter pleasure. When she finally calmed down from her blissful high, she rolled over on her back with a completely enraptured smile on her canine face. The man licked the lady juices off his lips and got up. They looked at each other for a brief moment, then the werewolf girl invitingly spread her pussy, baring the sensitive pink parts hidden underneath her swollen black vulva.

She didn't need to tell him what he had to do next. Max grabbed his dick and pressed it against the canine's welcoming opening. It effortlessly slid in with a wet slurp and disappeared in her hot, cozy love channel. As soon as he was inside, he dropped down onto her big, fuzzy belly and hugged her waist while driving himself further into her wonderfully moist pussy with a shaky, blissful sigh. "Oh, Freya, you feel amazing.", he groaned. His werewolf wife gave him a lewd grin and commented something in sign language. It took him by surprise and he initially didn't understand what she was trying to tell him. She saw his confusion, snickered with a rumbling laughter and repeated her message, telling him to breed her with all his might.

Max happily followed her order and fucked her with deep, passionate strokes. The voices of the lovers merged with the wet sounds of their lovemaking and created a unique symphony of lust and love. The werewolf casually crossed her legs behind her husband's back and assisted his lustful advance with her feral strength. He moved faster and faster until he came with a horny grunt and blew his trickle of cum deep into her pussy. Freya hardly even noticed it. Then he collapsed with an exhausted groan.

Freya hadn't climaxed yet, but she was very determined to reach another climax. After fruitlessly bugging her husband and trying to encourage him to keep going, she decided to take matters into her own paws. The werewolf pulled him away from her and dropped him on the bed. Then she climbed back on him and stuffed his face into her muff, just like before. She was even wetter and muskier now, but this time Max was simply too spent to do much with her. With a disappointed growl the lupine turned around and tried to get his softening cock hard again, but just like its owner it was done for the moment and needed some time to rest, but the werewolf was too aroused to leave either of them alone.

Freya sat on his face and patiently waited for Max to start licking her again. At the same time she grabbed his limp meat, licked and stroked it, with no regard to his current situation. The man groaned uncomfortably, his cock was still really sensitive and her heartless, horny assault was more than just unpleasant. The werewolf swallowed his entire wang and sucked on it with lewd, lecherous noises, so that it would finally become hard again. That was clearly the downside of having an overly randy, insatiable werewolf wife, Max thought and grumbled his displeasure into her dripping muff.

Fortunately his body recovered and became receptive to stimulation again. Max's prick throbbed back to life and engorged in Freya's muzzle. The werewolf yipped with excitement when her male was finally ready for another round. She got up from his face and positioned her heavy, muscular ass over his cock. The lupine sank down on his rod with a delighted gasp and rode him with wild abandon. Max didn't do much himself and just enjoyed the ride while his transformed wife used him to satisfy her endless lust.

It took him much longer to cum than the first time. His body simply required a lot more stimulation to be convinced to experience a second orgasm so soon after the first one. Freya, on the other hand, came twice during her lust-fueled rage. Right now Max was very glad that they had invested in a particularly sturdy bed, any normal model would've given up under this relentless assault. Then, during her last climax, the man was finally ready to give her another load of his jizz and joined her exhilarated, orgasmic cry of bliss with a slightly exerted but nevertheless lustful groan.

Finally her rampant lust was satisfied, at least for the moment. Freya lay down next to her completely wrecked and exhausted husband and snuggled up to him. Max felt like he was covered by a big, warm and really heavy blanket. He hugged her massive body as best he could with his short little arms and she gave him wet licks and kisses. "Freya, sometimes you're a little too much for me, you know?", he wheezed tiredly. The werewolf gave him a sad, puppy-eyed look and whimpered apologetically. "Don't worry, I still love you, my big, rambunctious beast." Freya smiled again and hugged him tightly.

After a few minutes of nice, loving cuddles, the werewolf perked her ears. The call of the moon had taken hold of her and she longed to leave the narrow, crammed bedroom to roam the cold, dark night. Max knew that this would happen eventually. He whispered understandingly: "Do you want to leave? Don't fight it, embrace it. You don't have to stay here with me. Go and head out into the night, but take care, will you? I'll get some well-deserved rest and see you in the morning, alright?" Freya looked at him with worried eyes, she was still struggling with herself and didn't want to leave her beloved husband just like that. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" The werewolf hesitantly stood up and went to the window. She carefully opened it, and a chilly breeze of night air rushed into the stuffy bedroom. Her entire body tensed up, her urge to jump out into the night grew even stronger, and she howled involuntarily.

"I love you, Freya.", Max told her passionately. Freya gave him a long, loving look and blew him a fleeting kiss before she finally climbed out of the window and escaped into the darkness.

The man laboriously got up and stumbled to close the window. His transformed wife had done quite a number on him, as usual. He stood next to the open window for over five minutes and just listened to the sounds of nature. The distant howls of other werewolves penetrated the otherwise rather quiet and peaceful night. Max knew that his wife would inevitably join others of her kind and explore the dark and sleeping neighborhood with them. He also knew Freya would meet werewolf males, and it was only logical that she and the others would mate. It was simply the nature of these fascinating, beautiful, but hormone-driven beasts, but it was a small price to pay to have someone like Freya in his life and at his side.