Suddenly, my vision became sharper, though grayed out. I'd become colorblind! But I soon discovered that my transformation went far beyond a vision problem. I was aware of an almost maddening itching sensation, and stared at my limbs as they grew covered in a thick brown fur.
Pain lanced through my frame as muscle began to grow everywhere, thickening my frame by at least a couple hundred pounds. I grew taller, now standing a foot higher. My head began to feel like a spike was being driven through it as it reshaped and I grew a muzzle. I took a look in the mirror once the pain had subsided, seeing that I was indeed a werewolf, just like out of "The Howling".
I turned, expecting to see fear on her face; I was a monster, far more powerful than she. I could destroy her with a simple swipe of my claws, or a bite from my jaws. Yet she wasn't running. She didn't even look frightened. In fact, she looked rather turned on.
I advanced on her, growling low. Though a conscious part of me didn't want to kill her, that part of me was subdued, as though I was watching a movie. The animal side of me wanted to feed.
She defused the situation by stroking my member into a state of attention. My swollen red rocket popped out of its sheath, and she smiled, massaging it further. She dropped to all fours, raising her ass into the air, splaying her vagina open for me with her left hand.
Instinct took over, and I found myself rutting away, slamming into her with massive force, not caring whether I hurt her or not, simply giving into the primal instincts she'd coaxed to the fore. I erupted inside of her, letting out a loud howl of release to accompany her squeals of pleasure.
We laid there on the floor together, her head resting against my furry chest until...