Envy
A short werewolf transformation.
When a man can't control his envy, he loses himself to an inner beast: a werewolf.
A bit sadder than the other ones, but so is envy.
Despite how you try...
Despite where you look...
Despite not looking at the others...
You know the wolf buried inside you wants to get out.
You used to be a nobody, a loner, a bland tapestry amongst others. Some had called you a nerd, a weirdo, the "odd kid"... literally. An odd number of students: you were the one stuck alone during teamwork. Always the last one to get picked on in sport activities. To make things worse, you were below average in everything... until the beast made one with you.
To all those who made fun of you... You showed them.
To all those whom you aspired to become like... You showed them.
Some of them still lurk around. Some are just hard to find or too distant to meet it seems... You remember the look of disgust on their face when your presence was undesired. The annoyance of your sole being like you were a waste of flesh and bones. You used to look up at them like they were superior to you. Perhaps they were right: you WERE nobody.
You envied their bodies. You envied their social relations. You envied their money, their belongings. You envied their lives. This darkness within you grew with the years... and it darkened further. It changed you further. You remember that man (a tall handsome man dressed in black) you met on the way home from school. He offered you everything you wished for... You would have offered everything you had: loans, belongings (name it)... but he told you he would rather sell it for something more valuable... What a fool were you.
Ever since, every time you envied someone or something... you changed to dissipate the envy away. You envied this guy's height: you grew to match. You envied this gal's grades in your classes: your intellect expanded to match her's. You envied this douche's arms from the gym: your own arms would swell up to match.
Everyday you envied more from the others, almost becoming someone else entirely... and how close to reality it was. Every time you envied someone else's traits, you found slight second-handed changes occurring to you. It did go unnoticed at first: a few thickening of hair here, your appetite for meat increasing, going up a few shoe sizes... It all seemed like post-puberty changes, yet it didn't bother you that much.
But some of them started getting your attention: your nails started growing thicker and darker, your ears growing some hair and pointing a little, you grew a need to work out, your libido increased... Still, you could not stop that bad habit of yours. It didn't stop to your classmates, oh no... your sick envy made you envy those guys in the porn videos you watched miserably all alone in the darkness of your rented room. You envied those big dicks, wishing for something bigger and meatier than your little numb you called a cock.
Your dick grew to average proportions... to the cost of having a mat of fur-like hair covering your crotch area. You started getting scared. Perhaps, you had gone a bit overboard with envying and you promised yourself to stop envying. "Poor fool" some voice mocked at the back of your mind. Still, days went by and you could not help but sink in when you watched those jocks at school: how they packed on serious mass...
And unlike before where you had to clearly wish for something, that was all it took to trigger that envy.
Your clothes strained around yourself as you beefed up right in the middle of the cafeteria. Your new envy-forced-friends around you got concerned as you looked like having an allergic reaction. You stumbled to run away for the bathroom. The clothes cut in your skin: they were getting so goddamn tight. You bust the door opened and hurried to the mirror only to gasp in horror that your once dull brown eyes (that you made a piercing blue colour) were changing to a greenish... almost a yellowish colour.
Your patchy neckbeard you used to shave (until you wished it goes away) grew back out in an instant. Plus, you could see hair poking out of your chest collar... you were getting hairier all over... You cried in disbelief. You didn't want to look like an ape! You wished for it to go away... but this time it didn't. You glared into your reflection with horrified stupor as your hands grew claws. No... you were changing into something more than an ape. A shiver crossed your back. You stepped back, knocking someone who's just entered.
To make things worse, the one who just entered was that handsome basketball player, tall and muscled. You excused yourself pitifully, turning back to the mirror. You looked for more changes, trying to wish for that stupid neckbeard to go away but it wouldn't... Perhaps you should just wish for having a whole beard not to look that awkward? And you did. You could see the hair growing on your jawline then on your cheeks... watching it melding in all one unified beard...
You heard ripping sounds. You cursed. You begged for the unwanted changes to stop. You were feeling those shoulders of yours pressing on both sides of the shirt, slowly tearing it apart. You let out a whimper and looked down at your shoes, watching the ends bulge as you felt your feet expanding bigger inside. They used to be small so you had wished them to grow big and meaty a few days ago... but now, they were starting to get huge and outgrow these already big shoes...
You acknowledge the presence of the sportsman as he exited the bathroom in a rush like he didn't want to hang out anymore with you in the room. Then, somehow, you heard him in the corridor saying it:
" FREAK."
Why couldn't you be like everyone? Why were they all mean to you? You did everything to fit in: you grew tall, you became handsome, you became social, you had good grades... but then you realized it: no matter how much you changed to fit in, wether you were a "freak" in the first place... wearing a mask or changing your appearance won't ever change a thing:
You'll always be a freak nonetheless.
Wretched, you cried like a child whose favorite toy was removed. You wanted to be like them! You wanted them to look at you! You wanted to be... to be... MORE! You wanted to be more than this pathetic excuse of a crybaby! You wanted to be more than this "average" you tried to achieve to fit in! Oh! Your inexhaustible envy came back full force...
The tearing clothes didn't bother you anymore. If not, you encouraged them. Bigger! You'd be bigger than those stupid jocks! Your arms bulked in tandem with the widening of your back. The green-yellow colour of your eyes turned to a brutish yellow.
Your shoes didn't stand a chance as immense feet burst out from the front of their confines, sprouting long dark claws on each toes that scratched the bathroom floors. You were getting taller, way taller than that basketball player you encountered sooner. You were a door's height now! But it wasn't enough... you were getting even taller than the door! You were looking down at it... more and more...
Deep down... you did not want these monstrous changes to happen to you... but like a fire to the barn, you could not contain it anymore. You envied them all... and that accumulated darkness in your heart was bleeding out. Your chest swelled further out and you used your large (changing) mitten-like clawed hands to tear off the remnants of the shirt with a sad roar. Your heart was pumping strong, conflicting emotions and pained sadness crashing through your whole body like the powerful waves on the reefs.
You heard people coming by. You had to hide. They couldn't see you like this. You were... turning into a monster...
You stepped and squeezed into the stall. You sat on the toilet and heard two guys entering the room. Trapped in there, you heard them talking about fucks they "scored" recently. You couldn't help but raise your pointing wolfish ears and listen to their conversation, growing hard thinking about forcing someone into submission and pushing your dick into its body.
You pulled out your cock which hadn't caught up with your growing body. No way... no way were you going to envy anyone EVER. Your darkness-filled heart pumped blood into your cock, making it swell bigger and bigger within your mitten-like paws, thick and veiny, losing some of its humanity like your body. It grew to match pornstar proportions, then pushing beyond toward a new Guinness record, then growing even further.
The lewd sounds of your masturbation alerted the two jocks in the bathroom. You were called a freak... again.
"GRAAARR!"
Your face roared as it pushed forward into a muzzle. The squeezing remnants of your shoes split further as your paws grew some more, taking more width and stretching longer on the scratched tiles.
"A- a monster!" One of them cried, probably upon seeing your inhuman paws slipping past the stall door.
"Nggrrr... Nooo... Not... monster!"
You try convincing yourself you were not, but the more you looked down at yourself, the more you believed they were right. You tried so hard becoming someone you were not meant to be...
"YES! MORE!" Some dark voice snapped on the back of your mind.
This duelling personality within your mind cracked. Fighting was over. You were tired of it... So... be it.
"MORE!" You growled in anticipation.
Both of your shoulders were pressing against the stall walls. Your legs stretched longer, knees hitting the stall door. Your shorts were falling to shreds around your growing thighs. You heard the guys running out of the room. Fangs filled your muzzle, forcing a mad smirk on your lips.
" I WANT MORE!"
Your voice dropped an octave in pitch as you said that. Your paws exploded what was left of your shoes, taking a very wide appearance and your claws growing even more deadly. You shot up in height once more. You were almost as tall as the cabin and still sitting on the toilet seat. You let go of your monstercock and used your arms to break down the creaking walls of the stall. You pushed yourself up and your head hit the hanging light from the ceiling.
You wear a freak by nature... You stood tall, jacked, imposing... and very horny. Despite becoming everything you wanted (and unwanted) and more, there was one last thing you wanted.
You wanted to fuck.
And not until you've fucked the life out of every fuckers who outcasted you, you'll never find rest.