Gary couldn't believe it. He, like any other reasonable individual, believed that werewolves were just myths- simply fantasy. But it was a full moon out and it felt like he was turning inside out. His world was flipping on its head. That dog bit he suffered a few weeks earlier wasn't from no dog like he wanted to believe. That snarling creatures was indeed a werewolf.
He left his car in an alleyway across the street from the park, and in a cold sweat, roamed into the park as his skin tingled. He knew he had worried his coworkers when he left work all of the sudden. He told them he was on his way to the hospital, but he wasn't. He was still in his black business suit, but wasn't thinking or worrying if he was going to destroy it or not.
He wasn't sure how his lycanthropy worked, but he could feel his wolf form trying to burst out. It was like he was holding in vomit. It strained him just to walk up the dirt hill. He hoped there wasn't anyone else in the park.
With every passing second, the gravity of the ground got heavier and heavier. He shut his eyes and concentrated on feeling better. Within him, he was fighting an urge- an urge to aim head head into the air and howl like a wolf. He clenched his teeth shut, trying to keep the howl in.
"Nnnnnnn..." he growled. Even with his teeth shut, noise escaped him. But no, it was not a howl. He was safe.
But the urge wouldn't go away. His mouth began to open. A howl came out, "... awwwwooo-o-o-o..."
Barely a howl. That wouldn't be enough to get him. Maybe that was it. Gary could feel the urge to howl escape him. His body was calming down, it felt. He inhaled and exhaled manually. And then he opened his eyes.
That moon. That bright full moon looked down onto him like the eye of a goddess. It enchanted him as he gazed wide-eyed at it. It asked him something. It asked him to transform, and it took his mind.
Like a muscle movement, Gary let go of his form, and let it morph. Brown fur began to sprout all over his body. His mouth stretched forward with his nose- his nose darkening. His teeth began to sharpen and multiple with his growing face. His ears rode up his head as started to point outward. All this while he stared onimously at the moon.
His feet began to morph. The skin on the bottom of his feet began to darken as fur exploded all over the top and his feet began to put on mass. Each nail was becoming a pointed claw as his shoes filled up with expanding feets. His hands were going through a similar transformation. They fattened up, and the skin underneath the hand was turning a dark brown and left bare from fur. His nails had become sharp claws with the transformation.
Skin all over his body was darkening to a browner colour. Mass was being packed on his body. His legs were getting thicker, his chest was turning buffer, and his penis was starting to thicken and lengthen. His testicles were expanding too.
Gary's short brown hair had been absorbed by the invasion of brown fur, his canine-looking head was covered with it. His eyes had turned black and no longer had intelligence coming off of them. No, Gary now looked into the moon in feral glory.
He was a more western breed of werewolf. He hadn't a tail. There was no appendage coming out for atop his round hairy ass.
His dress shoes had given away. His rather bear-like feet had tunneled their way out of his shoes and socks. Yet, he stood still in the footwear wreckage, keeping his mesmerized gaze into the air.
His face looked like a Jack Russel Terrier's, much less a wolf, but with brown fur. He blinked his feral eyes, then came out of his petrify. Gary's transformation was finished.
Still at the moon he gazed, motionless. Perhaps he didn't know, or perhaps he didn't care, but his bladder began to relieve itself. Out of his large uretha shot urine right through his cushy blue underwear and down his pants. A wet spot began to form on the front of his black suit pants moving down his legs with a gently pattering sound.
He looked at the moon with not the mind of a man, but the mind of a monster. The moon was his master. And his master asked to be recognized.
Gary shot up his muzzle, "Aaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooo!!!"
Although his form was ambiguous, his howl sure sounded like a wolf's. Gary's face relaxed in a dopey smile and he began to pant happily, his tongue hanging out on the side. He turned away from the moon and began to walk a little bit. He stepped out of his soles but the tops of his dress shoes remained around his legs.
He hunched over- it was easier to walk that way. He sniffed into the air. Was there food nearby? He was kind of hungry. He sniffed again. Yes, there was food. There was a garbage can just past the bench to dig through.
Gary hadn't take three steps before he was overcome by another scent. The scent of a female. And it was getting stronger. Gary looked around. Just down the dirt road was a female racing towards him on all fours, her tongue flailing in the wind. Her wild gaze matched the ferality of Gary's eyes- she, too, had the mind of a beast.
Gary was in the mood to mate, and all he had to do was howl to let other werewolves know where he was! The female ran right up to Gary. She sat on all fours like dog, but with a humanoid figure. Female werewolves of that genus had large bosoms and big hips like human women.
Just by looking at her, she wore a fuscia fleece sweater and a pair of blue denim capris. And the female was feral, alright. Her pants were soaked all around the crotch, and there was a large bulge around the back of her pants. She had one-upped Gary by crapping herself, too.
For a few seconds, all that was heard was the panting of both werewolves. The female then walked up and carefully sniffed at Gary's crotch- Gary watching her with a smile. She dug her muzzle into the center of his wet pants and sniffed. An erection started to overcome Gary.
With a careful bite, the female took hold of Gary's pants and started to tug at them. She began to tear down one pant leg, revealing Gary's wet underwear. While the female continued to pull on the piece of fabric, Gary tore at his underwear and ripped it right out of his pants, letting his erect cock free.
The female saw Gary's cock free and let go of his pants, panting happily. She looked down at her jeans and began to rip and tear at them. Gary got down beside her, no, behind her, and began tearing at her sweater. The fleece garment came off easily, as did the white T-shirt underneath. Gary ignored the bra.
It was obvious by comparison between the bra and the female's breast size that she her chest expanded in her transformation. The bra was having trouble covering her breasts. As Gary crawled around to the front of her, he saw that she had torn into her pants quite a bit and her pink panties (stained with urine) were visible.
In a final rip at her clothing, the female tore off her pants in two separate pieces.She dropped them on the ground and stood up on her feet. The back of her panties were stained with brown, and a thick brown mess carried down her legs. The female grabbed at her dirty panties and ripped them right off her legs. Chunks of shit fell from her messy ass.
Gary's brown cock had extended out to eight inches. He walked towards the female, panting deeply. But there was just one more thing that needed to be done. He reached out at the female's bra and snatched it right off. Her large breasts bounced a bit as the bra came off. Gary smiled with a big strand of drool hanging out of his mouth as he gazed at her pointy nipples.
The female turned around and got down on the ground- on her hands and knees. She presented her messy ass to the male, and Gary was quick to get down behind her. He sniffed at her butt a little bit, not getting any of the mess on his nose. He then climbed stop her naked body and aligned himself right up behind her.
His giant cock slid into her wet pussy slowly, making a slurpy sound as the female's mushy ass rubbed up against his belt and tie. The female started drooling as the delightful feeling of having a male's meat within her came over her. It stretched her boundaries in such a pleasant way. She grunted lowly as he began to thrust.
Gary began to grunt to, the smile of his face replaced with a vacant expression. His large testicles smacked up against the female's belly. His dick got shiny and wet with the liquid insides of the female's body. His dick continued to harder and even a little longer.
The female lowered her body to the ground, her boobs smushed on the dirt. She clawed into the road as Gary's body ran up and down her back. The occasional droplet of drool fell down on her, but what did she care? She was an animal.
Her grunting loudened a bit as an intense wave of pleasure came over her. She began to release vaginal juices with the vigorous thrusting the male was giving into her. She ran her feet into the ground, feeling just the urge so with the orgasms coming on.
Gary's grunting was getting louder to. In and out, in and out, it felt so good. He thrusted into her harder and harder, almost pushing her body along the ground. Her butt squished up against his torso, his shirt now stained with the bits of poo the female had collected on her ass.
Gary could feel his orgasm arriving. He began to growl as a strong pleasurable feeling road up his loins and down his member. The female waiting in anticipation for the hot werewolf seed she was about to be given. With another thrust, Gary began to shoot out semen into the female's quarters.
"Aaaawwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" he howled.
"Aaaawwwwwwwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" she joined in.
The two howled together as Gary thrusted ounce after ounce of splooge. The female was so entranced she was drooling and dripping like a water faucet as she howled into the sky. Gary's thrusting almost picked the female off the ground.
A few more thrusts and Gary's orgasm was over. He fell off of the female's back and laid on the ground beside her. She collapse on her stomach. Both of the panted heavily. Gary's erect cock stood in the air, slowing going placid.
After a minute, Gary shot up. He got up on his feet and walked toward the trash can. The female followed behind him and watched as he tipped over the can, spilling a lot of garbage. The two werewolves then feasted through the waste. Two feral beasts.