Werewolves These Days...
#6 of Random Transformation
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
It had been a weird day. The winds were really breezy and there had been strange howls throughout the neighborhood. Little Andrew's mom had told him to stay over his friend Ryan's house, but he was sick of Ryan after hanging out with him for three days straight in the summer. When Ryan's parents had gone to sleep, the twelve year old decided to sneak down stairs and walked out the front door. Although it was cloudy, the smart boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes noticed the moon was full and the whole neighborhood was covered in a bluish white light, making it an easy walk home.
As he walked home, Andrew started feeling a little odd, like he was being followed. Hearing a rustling, he quickly turned around to watch a neighborhood cat walk in and out of some bushes, "Stupid cat..." Moving on, he got that feeling again. Only a few houses away from home, he started to run. That's when he heard the sound of something running after him. Running past the house next to his, he whined to himself when he saw some bushes move nearby. Pushing the gate to his backyard open, he ran to the back door and tugged at the door. Suddenly stopping, he looked around to notice nothing was there. Sighing, he looked up at the door only to see a note sticking to the inside glass, "Andy, we went away on a little vacation, we'll be back in a day. Stay at Ryan's house!" Frowning, Andrew reached to the secret spot under the porch stairs and pulled out the door key. The next time he looked up, he heard a loud snarl and found himself terrified, looking up from the ground at a snarling brown and gray wolf.
Running into the house screaming and crying, Andrew held onto his arm where the wolf had bit him. For an average size man, it would have been a nibble, but he was still just a little scrawny kid. So scared, he slammed the outer and solid inner door behind him so that the wolf couldn't come back and get him. He ran to the upstairs bedroom, hiding behind the toilet as if the wolf were going to jump through a window and get him. As his breathing slowed, he carefully got up and moved towards the door, peeking out to see if it was safe. Tearing across the hallway, he rushed into his room and slammed the door behind him. Afraid that he was really bleeding, he grabbed a few tissues before peeling off the blue t-shirt he was wearing. Feeling for the bite along his arm, he was very confused. With the light on, he looked in his dresser mirror. The only thing remainder of the bite was a patch of crusty blood which he easily wiped it away. Still afraid, he was about to run to the phone, but he remembered the wolf could be down there. Pouting with fear and frustration, Andrew did all he could. Putting on his Invader Zim night clothes, he made sure his windows were tightly shut and his door was firmly locked, even giving it a few good tugs to test it. Sitting in his bed, he stayed awake and alert until he couldn't anymore, slowly drifting to sleep.
Andrews's eyes shot open and he cried out in agonizing pain. Panting, he pulled back his short sleeve to look at the shoulder where the wolf had bit him. It throbbed and pulsated as he watched a thick patch of grayish fur grow out of the spot like it was a weed. Whimpering, he grabbed hold of his bed as he felt his lower jaw painfully crack, a demonic voice speaking for him as he cried, "MOM! MOMMY!" Tears streaked his cheeks as his upper and lower jaw both stretched and then fell back to normal as he cried like himself, "MOMMY!" Attempting to cry again, he felt himself forcibly silenced as his chest expanded. Mouth open in a silent cry for help, he felt his clothes tighten around his body.
Reaching out for something to cling to through the pain, Andrew heard a tearing sound just before looking down at his hands. There were thick black tips growing where his stubby little finger nails use to be. And as his fingers painfully cracked, he watched as his fingers extended from the little boy's digits they were, into that of a man. Weakly howling through the pain, he whimpered a pathetic teenaged cry as he looked between his legs. Humping air, he smelled the musky scent of a man's ball sack, his which was bulging through his pajama bottoms. Feeling an overwhelming cramp, he fell into a fetal position, holding his growing balls as fuzz sprouted over the growing orbs. The pain only stopped for a moment so that the half teenaged wolf boy could fold over his pants, revealing his throbbing, pulsing cock as it sort of melted between his legs, moving half way down his thighs, still flaccid. Gasping through more pain, he only caught a glimpse as new, extra skin folded over the changing head of his shaft.
Writing in pain, Andrew fell to his back with his feet in the air. Toes cracking and bulging, the white nubs on the ends darkened as he choked out, "Please, help me!" Silenced again, he gagged on his cries as his right ankle cracked, creeping inches up his leg before sticking out of his calves. His body jerked as the rest of his legs followed. Grabbing his face with thickening paws, he watched his nose blacken before seeing it sink down towards his lips. Down past it, he watched in terror as his uncut cock was slowly swallowed up into his crotch, his balls falling even lower than they were. Without warning, he started thrusting his rear back into the bed. Andrew felt an incredible pressure coming from his butt until finally a nub of flesh pushed out of his tail bone, curling around like a naked whip until it rested between his legs. Whimpering, he grabbed hold of this whip and tugged on it, realizing it was now part of him. Gasping, he felt the foreskin of his cock fold in on itself as it darkened and became a fine sheath, the tip of a reddening shaft poking out, slowly followed by a growing, pulsing vein covered dick. Panting heavily, the once smart little boy struggled to leap from his bed, learning to use his new legs as he squats at his once four foot five height, only to rise up at his new six foot nine height.
Snarling as gray and black fur sprouted over his body, he raised his head, baring his deadly sharp teeth before howling towards the window, his muzzle pushing out towards the moon lit night. Ears growing pointed and shifting to the back of his head, he looked down, drooling and snarling as he cocked his head. Sniffing heavily, he was satisfied as he observed the tool between his legs, a throbbing organ that reached to his knees. There was nothing left of the little boy known as Andrew. Eyes shifting to that of a nocturnal predator, the wolf ran towards the locked door and smashed through it, along with any other obstacles in his way. Once he was outside, he started to prowl, claimed territories. Running out into the woods, he even managed to hunt down a smaller deer, devouring it like the beast he was. Though as the beast, he stayed away from populated areas, only until it was time for him to die would he venture back into society as the beast to pass on the curse.
When the moon began to fall past the horizon, the beast returned to its birth place and curled up into the sheets of a little boy's bed. Though as the fur began to shed and the fangs and claws receded, remnants of the beast still remained. Stirring from his slumber, the older teenaged looking man slowly opened his eyes to be greeted by the rising sun, big tights muscles ripping in his torso and legs, his body covered in a descent path of human pubic hair, the massive uncut meat dangling between his legs as he rise from the bed. As his size thirteen and a half feet touched the wooden floors, he wobbled some, still use to the canine legs he had had been prowling on all night. Sniffing the air, he grinned as he walked towards the stairs and opened the back door. Walking perfectly on his hands and feet, he wandered around his back yard, taking in the scents before lifting his leg, reclaiming his territory like any canine did. When he was done, he reached between his legs with unpracticed flexibility and cleaned his foreskin with his longer tongue. Getting back to two feet, he moved back into the house. He was about to go back to sleep, but something was wrong. Sniffing the air, he moved about like a dog, trying to find the place of the scent until finally he found it. Instantly an image of Ryan popped into his head. When he was little the human had peed in Andrew's closet, the scent still being there on the floor. Grabbing hold of the shelf in the closet, he lifted his right leg and covered a few of his shoes and a pile of dirty clothes with his heavy smelling urine. Once the smell of man was covered, he crawled back into bed, making a small circle of his torn clothes and torn sheets, sleeping like a dog or wolf might.
Completely tired from his transformation, Andrew slept for the rest of the day, just enough time that his parents soon came home. He heard them of course, but as his mother came up the stairs, he fell into a feral like stance, snarling like a wolf as his mother came to his door. "Oh my god, who are you? What are you doing in my house?" Andrew quickly fell submissive as he recognized her scent. The human memories slowly started coming back as he struggled to say, "Mu....mom?" Though he was older and was obviously much more mature, she instantly recognized her own son. "An...Andrew, is that you?" Andrew ran at his mother naked, throwing his arms around her, "Mom!" Scared and frightened, he held her tight, his wolf side hidden deep in his mind for now.
Like any good mother, Andrew's mom watched over her son and tried to raise him as a normal nineteen year old boy. His father was not so easy to convince and so his parents ended up getting a divorce. But his mother made the best of it, she home schooled him, convinced him to try and live a normal life, but certain things were difficult. She could barely convince him to trim the mane like hair style growing down his back. They also moved to the country so that he could not hurt anyone in case he threw one of his animalistic fits. And when he changed, she kept a sharp eye on him, making sure to watch where he went every full moon. For even in the eyes of a beast, mother is still god.