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Today was pretty boring for Nat. He was browsing the internet in search for something interesting to do. He wasn't feeling like playing games; none of his friends were online and he had already watched movies all day long. He sunk deep in his chair, sighing heavily.

He was an average man: average height, average build, pale skin, short brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing a large orange t-shirt, ample jeans and sneakers which he didn't even bother putting away when he got back home from grocery shopping earlier. He wore glasses and had on his left wrist a mechanical watch.

A buzzing of his phone made Nat immediately perk up in his chair, excited to see what it was. But he was disappointed to discover that it was just another email. He sighed as he once again liquefied on his chair, slowly unlocking his phone. His email app opened, showing two strange messages.

The first one was from a werewolf themed fansite that was revived after being dead for almost a decade. Nat had forgotten all about his subscription to that website. The headline of the mail read “Happy full moon night! Beware of the werewolves!" which made Nat smile at the ridiculous statement. Even if these beasts of legend existed, why would they go out? It would mean their death or worse, a lifetime of being the subject of experiments in a top-secret lab. Despite that, a part of him wondered how nice it would be to transform into one and howl at the full moon.

The second message was from someone he didn't know, it was probably a scam. The title read, “Is your recent acquisition to your tastes?" Nat was confused as he didn't buy anything from the internet these past few weeks. He opened the mail and skipped through most of its content. There was stuff about an ancient wooden relic or whatever. A part of the mail explained how to “use" it: put it in the light of a full moon to “charge it with energy" and then “enjoy the result". It was the most absurd scam he had ever received, so he dismissed it while scoffing.

The man put his phone back on the desk, sighing to himself. The excitement from his phone buzzing was short lived, though the messages were entertaining.

If the whole evening was going to be as boring as the day, he'd need caffeine to stay awake. He collected himself, got up, yawned and stretched before grabbing his mug. He was walking toward the kitchen when something caught his eye. On his living room's low table was a strange object he didn't recognize. He stopped to look at it, taking it in his hands. It was a sort of pendant with a wooden figurine that looked like the head of a wolf. He wondered if it was one of his friends that pulled a prank on him with both the mail and the trinket, but he dismissed the idea.

He got himself his coffee and then returned to his computer. He put down his coffee on the desk and sat on his chair, pondering once again what he could do. While wandering on the internet he noticed a new video series in his feed and started watching it. The story was ridiculous, but it was well animated and the characters were likeable.

A few episodes of the series later, it was getting dark in the room as the only light that came in the room was the dim moonlight. He realized that it was shining on the pendant and laughed to himself once more, thinking about that strange mail he received. But what if it was real? It wouldn't hurt to try, after all. He got up and inspected the pendant, as if expecting something. But since nothing happened he put it back on the table and walked to the switch to turned on the lights. He returned to his computer and resumed watching the series.

For some reason, all of Nat's body was feeling very itchy and hot. It was almost unbearable, so he got up and opened the window next to his desk. He gazed outside, wondering once again how it would feel to be a werewolf and run without a care for the world. The human sighed and walked back to his chair, his feet feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his sneakers.

His arms felt very itchy. He scratched them. But no matter how hard he tried, it wasn't relieving him. Had a mosquito bitten him? He paused his video to look at what was going on. The usually smooth skin of his arms was growing hair! He never had a lot of body hair, but it was growing and coming in thick. The strange sight scared him.

Confused about what was happening, he brought his hand to scratch his chin to find a dense beard. What was going on here? He shaved this morning! He took his phone, unlocked it and used the selfie camera to look at what was happening to his face. His hair was growing longer and thicker, and for some reason they were turning light gray. He wasn't even that old, why were they changing colour? He looked like he had gained twenty years with that beard and gray hairs. But at least he looked a lot manlier.

Nat felt an unbearable itch on his chest. He put down his phone, grabbed his shirt's collar and pulled on it to watch what was happening there. Just like his arms, his previously bare skinned pectorals were growing hair. He then felt his armpit itch too as hair grew there too. He also noticed his pubic hair had received the same treatment, decolouring to gray and slowly growing, reaching higher on his belly.

Nat suddenly realized how his baggy clothes were now snug on his frame. That's when he found out that all of his new hairs were getting much denser everywhere on his body, effectively pushing the fabric away from him and giving him the impression that his clothing shrank. What worried him most was that his whole body was growing hairs even in places where there shouldn't be any. The more they elongated, the more they lost their colour and became gray. Nat put his hands on his head, trying to find a rational explanation, but he couldn't think of one. He thought about everything happening, the body hair, the strange mails, the full moon, and the amulet. That's when it struck him. It wasn't hair that he was growing, it was fur! Was he was becoming a werewolf? Was that mail not a scam?

As if to confirm what was happening, Nat felt his feet grow longer. He couldn't see the change, but the tightness of his sneakers was definitely a sign of it. His nails transformed and pierced open four holes in the front of his shoes. While some of the tightness around his toes was relieved, they were still uncomfortably confined in his shoes. He desperately tried to remove his sneakers but to no avail.

His nose, the only part of the changing human's head that wasn't covered in fur, changed texture. It went from pale skin to black leathery as his nostrils moved forward. He could pick up so many more scents that he ever was able to before! His lips became black and they joined his nose in the elongation of a snout. His ears were slowly moving up his head, their tips becoming pointy. Because of that and the change of shape of his nose, his glasses fell on the floor, breaking the lenses.

The changing man leaned to grab them when he sighted his furry fingers widening, his whole hand broadening. He took a good look at its back as fur grew thicker and nails became claws, elongating and sharpening. He turned his hand, looking at the soft padding that was appearing on his palm. He felt his wrist hurt a little as his watch was straining around the growing arm.

Nat snapped back to himself, grabbed his glasses and tried putting them over his snout. But since they were designed for humans rather than the werewolf he was becoming, they refused staying in place, either slipping away or falling. While trying to put them one last time, he saw that they were actually worsening his vision. He watched his grandfather's clock in the other side of the room with the remains of the glasses on but couldn't read the time. He removed the glasses and was perfectly able to see the clock's pointers. He took the pair of glasses in his growing hand and took a good look at them. Oh well, they were broken anyways. He crushed them in his fist. He then let the shattered fragments fall on the ground.

A tail started sprouting from Nat's back, starting at a small nub and then elongating. His jeans and underwear were in the way, so he tore open a small hole with his sharpening nails to make room for his tail to grow free. The new appendage was small, but it was already wagging in excitement because of the transformation he was going through.

While his clothes were still snug a moment ago, they were definitely clinging closer to his fur now. He could almost feel the belt dig in his waist from the tightness. The tightness around his waist made the button of his jean snap, sending it flying through the room. The idea of outgrowing his clothes was turning him on, making him wag his elongating tail in excitement.

Nat heard a snapping sound from below and saw that his sneakers' laces had given up. Because of the change in his feet structure, the back of his sneakers were forced open in a shriek of agony, freeing the massive feet from their constraining prison. His socks were getting tight all over his paws, but they were still intact except for the holes made by his growing claws.

As Nat's new snout finished elongating, his whole teeth structure changed. Fangs replaced his canines, growing longer and more menacing by the second. He grabbed his phone, struggled to unlock it, but took his selfie camera to see the changes once again. He opened his mouth in front of the camera and admired the image of his improved teeth collection.

Thanks to the camera, he realized that his ears were done morphing into their lupine shape and tried making use of his new muscles to move them around. It felt alien, especially because depending on how he oriented them he heard very different things. He was able to pick up what the neighbours were talking about or how the breath of the birds sleeping in the tree outside of his house sounded like.

Nat realized how much he had grown; his previously large and ample clothes were now very close to his fur, due to the foot and half he had already grown. Because of that, his jeans weren't reaching his heels anymore, his shirt's sleeves only covered down to his shoulders and the shirt's bottom slowly revealed his navel as it was pushed upwards by his growing body. The strain his expanding frame was putting on them was getting stronger by the minute.

Nat felt his whole musculature burn as he was growing not only in height but also in breadth. Strengthening abdominals replaced his flat belly, adding yet more pressure to the t-shirt that slowly uncovered more of the werewolf's growing eight pack. Even more tension was added to the shirt that was now uncomfortably tight over the slowly expanding pectorals underneath. Nat's shoulders widened and grew, straining the sleeves around it. His biceps bulged with strength, adding more volume as time passed. The growth continued down his forearms which gained even more muscles. He was reminded he was wearing his watch by how much it strained around his wrist. But as the expansion reached his hand, his wrist grew. The strap snapped and the watch joined the remains of the glasses he previously broke.

Nat lifted his legs and crushed the watch under his massive paws, breaking it in pieces. The socks that were covering his feet tore down, revealing the growing toes of the beast. The parts around his heels were somehow holding their ground, but only barely. The expansion then reached his calves, muscles strengthening as the already tight jeans felt tighter. His thighs were next as they slowly grew in both size and strength, straining the fabric even more. What were earlier ample pants now felt like skinny jeans; the tightness was getting slowly unbearable.

Nat's belt was digging deeply into his waist from the expansion that he was going through. But his body was stronger than the buckle, which broke. As the last piece that was holding the jeans' fly closed was destroyed, the zipper was forced down. It revealed extremely tight briefs that used to be baggy. The tear that he made to free his tail grew wider in both his boxers and jeans, almost splitting the latter in two.

The growth reached Nat's back as it packed on more muscle, expanding with more strength. The strain on the t-shirt became too much. The seams on one side tore down, opening the piece of cloth that revealed more of the werewolf's impressive body. With the pressure partially relieved, the shirt was able to hold its ground once again, but only barely as it was already ripping all around the beast's torso. Nat's neck packed more muscle, getting wider and adding a new strain on the torn t-shirt at the collar.

The werewolf was already eight feet tall and was still growing in both muscle and height. The whole experience was very exciting to him. Feeling his clothes getting tighter around his expanding muscles and tearing down from the pressure was arousing greatly Nat, whose dick was growing in the boxers. It was expanding in girth fast as fur started covering it, morphing into a sheath. The lupine cock then slowly emerged from the newly formed furry protection, pushing the boxers forward as the dick added more pressure, making a wet spot appear at the tip. His balls grew in size, forming two large spherical bulges in the briefs and adding to the tension. The whole package was straining the boxers tightly.

With his neck growing, Nat's t-shirt gave up and was torn apart at the collar with a loud rip. It still clung to him by the only sleeve that survived the werewolf's growth, but it too was close to snapping. His jeans followed instantly after; tears appearing in multiple places, splitting the piece of cloth in many parts that were sent flying everywhere. The sight pleased the werewolf greatly, making his cock hardening faster from the arousing view.

Nat was mostly nude, except for his boxers, the remains of a t-shirt clinging to his shoulder, a last piece of jeans stuck around his knee and distended torn socks around his heels. His growth continued as he packed more muscles all over his frame. His chair's armrest were assaulting his thighs, digging in his furry flesh. He grabbed both of them and yanked them away to break them, and then spread his legs now that he was finally able to. He brought his paws to his boxers, caressing the package that was struggling to break free from the fabric.

His whole expansion continued, his feet grew massive, tearing apart the last pieces of his socks. The growth was followed by his calves and then thighs, causing the remainder of the jean to snap from the pressure and fall on the ground. It continued with his hands growing broader and stronger, his forearm and then biceps getting meatier and finally his shoulders expanding, causing the shirt's last sleeve to shriek in agony as it was brutally transformed in rags. His neck was next as it bulged with power, followed by his back growing stronger, then his pectorals heaving forward and his eight pack becoming a ten pack while adding volume. Almost completely freed of his tight clothes, the werewolf flexed to admire the sheer power his body was packing. His glutes expanded with more strength, forcing the hole around his tail wider open and relieving some of the pressure in the tented front of the cloth.

Nat's body had one last growth spurt of height, making him reach ten feet tall. His cock and balls surged forward, tearing apart the last piece of clothing that was covering the werewolf, revealing the fully hard foot-long dick and the orange sized balls that hung low. The spire sported an impressive knot, the same size as one of his balls. The cock throbbed against his abdominals, leaking pre in anticipation for what was next. Nat brought his hand to the spire when he heard a creaking sound from beneath him.

The werewolf stopped moving. There was another creak and then his chair gave up under his weight, sending him down to the ground. When he tried standing up straight, his head bumped hard against the ceiling, leaving large cracks in it. He then lost balance due to the new shape of his paws, making him fall again, landing on the low wooden table and splitting the furniture in a loud cracking sound, sending everything that was on it flying through the room. He got up once again, but this time was partially crouching and careful to adapt to his new feet before letting go of the wall.

Nat headed towards the couch, letting himself fall on it for some private time. As soon as his gigantic body fell on it, it flattened under his massive weight. The werewolf just lied here, mumbling from discontent. Since the couch was out of order, he'd have to make do with his bed. Except that the doorframe was way too small for him; he grumbled, punched the walls open all around the door and forced his way through.

Nat carefully slipped on the bed that was far too small for him while trying not to break it. But he failed, the whole thing was crushed under his sheer mass. The werewolf grabbed the mattress, pillow and blanket and threw them all on the ground before lying on the still too small made-up bed.

He explored his gigantic chest with both his hands, working them carefully and thoroughly. He ran his fingertips in circles around his nipples, playing with them. His whole body was way more sensitive than it ever was before; his own touch was driving him mad with pleasure. He brought a hand to his enormous abdominals, enjoying the massive muscles beneath his fur while he continued working his nipple with his other hand.

His cock was pulsing with need, leaking pre all over his abdominals in anticipation. He grabbed the throbbing spire in his hands and started working it up and down. His other hand went on to massaging his large balls one at a time, making him moan from the pleasure. He was panting, building his orgasm fast. He caressed his knot with both hands, the strange new ball of flesh was even more sensitive than any other part of his body and simply touching it was giving him intense pleasure. He groped it with one hand while the other went back to working his cock up and down.

Nat's whole body was hit by spasms as he reached his orgasm. The first shot him powerfully in the chin. He adjusted his dick so that all the subsequent ropes of cum flew past his head. A few last weaker spurts fell on his pectorals. Exhausted by the intensity of his peak, he let go of his cock, still throbbing and dripping seed on his large abdominals. He panted some more, and slowly got up. He grabbed a sheet from the pile that lied next to him and used it to wipe the cum off his body.

Now that this was done, Nat wanted to go run outside and try howling at the moon. He didn't want to go naked like that, so he tried to find some clothes but there was nothing in his closet that could ever hope to fit on his massive frame. It didn't prevent him from trying; he grabbed the largest shirt he had and put both his arms in the sleeves before trying to make his head pass through the collar. The shirt was already torn on one sleeve, it was comically small and tight around his massive upper body. It wasn't even hiding half his shoulder, barely covered his nipples and was flattening his fur from the tightness, making him look particularly ridiculous. The werewolf gave up the idea of finding anything and flexed his biceps, transforming the far too tight sleeve of the shirt in a pile of rags. He then puffed his chest, tearing apart the last of the piece of cloth, grinning in satisfaction and striking some more poses for his own enjoyment.

Nat was interrupted from his show to himself when he heard his phone buzz. He crawled back to the living room through the broken door frame and grabbed his phone. The device was tiny in his gigantic handpaws. Nat tried unlocking it but the screen broke because of his claws. Thankfully he somehow managed to see that it was yet another email. He threw his phone over his shoulder and leaned over his desk, took the tiny mouse to open his email. “Remember, the Gift will only last through the duration of the full moon! Are you enjoying it?" He had to admit he loved it even though his home was a complete mess because of it. If he had only one night to make use of his new form, he had to make the most out of it. He grabbed the amulet, put it around his neck and jumped out the window, taking with him most of the wall. He landed with a loud thud despite him living on the ground level floor. He ran freely in the wild, howled at the moon and overall enjoyed his body during the rest of the night.