Brandon shakes his head, a five o'clock shadow beginning on his chin. "I doubt Jess is going to much go for the hairy look."
Rick looks at Brandon with surprise. "Rou hrave a date? Ris it Ressica or Ressy?" Rick laughs, his chest groaning happily.
"Frrruck you!" Brandon growls, unconsciously pulling upon his collar to give him room to breath.
Rick sneers, pointing a clawed finger at his stepson. "Row rook who srounds stupid?" He grabs the bits of pot and plant from Brandon and walks them to the cellar. He drops them down the stairs, disappearing behind the mist. He turns back to Brandon, who's breathing heavily on all fours. Rick watches Brandon pant. He nonchalantly says, "Rour mrother neverrr rooks drown therrre rany ways."
Brandon's arms bulge against the fabric of his sleeves. The teeshirt slides up his bicep, bunching around his shoulder. Rick turns his head sideways and watches Brandon's face gain a thin beard while his ears take on a tip. Brandon's nails darken to a brown, thickening while lengthening. Rick smiles as a nub of flesh peaks out over the band of Brandon's shorts, a burgeoning tail. Brandon's chest presses out against his shirt, pecs begging for air. Brandon growls, his voice steeply descending.
Rick smiles, seeing Brandon try to hold back the beast, a quivering mass of muscle with a thin pelt of fur. Rick growls, "Rour mrother ris a rrreal triger in rah sac."
Brandon shoots an angry glare at Rick. His back erupts with meaty pops, as his arms fall beneath a coat of brown. He growls, his face jutting forwards violently. A tear spreads across Brandon's shirt along the spine, muscles and fur popping through every loose stitch. Brandon stands, his shirt falling from his left shoulder, revealing his bare left pec and bounding muscular arm. He steps towards Rick, his pants tattering towards the floor, freeing his lithe lupine legs. Brandon throws his right fist into Rick's gut, while his body finishes into its full werewolf form.
Rick holds his gut, laughing painfully. "Rhoa, I rwas jrust gretting rou going."
Brandon growls.
Rick tugs on some of Brandon's chest hair. "Rake a rook at rou. Rour all brig mruscle pup now."
Brandon pauses, looking into his paws. He looks to Rick again, a toothy grin pulling across his wolven muzzle. He clenches his right fist and throws it towards Rick again. Rick ducks, laughing, and tosses his shoulder into his stepson, causing him to topple back against the couch. Brandon is now laughing, feeling a bit giddy with his new body. He leaps for Rick, who ducks again, leaving Brandon to launch over him against the cellar door. The door gives and Brandon topples down the stairs noisily yipping.
Rick approaches the Cellar door, calling, "Brrrandon, Rrrarrr rou okay?"
Brandon crawls to his legs. He looks around him, through the thick mist. "Aaah, Rrrrick? Rrromethring ris wrong with rour rab."