You watch as Kurt's body quickly grows a coat of shaggy black fur, covered in sweat and grease just like he usually is, and his ass plumps up suddenly. Confused and intrigued, you continue to watch as he turns to face the closet, somehow not noticing you, and keeps stroking himself wildly. His long tongue flops out and drool flicks across the room, his eyes crossing in pleasure as you can hear loud sputtering and crackling sounds coming from behind him. Covering your mouth in disbelief, your former roommate begins to soil himself, bombarding the back of his diaper with thick turds and knobbly, compacted logs. They stain brown almost instantly, the material stretching and straining full of the mess.
Within an instant, a black and fluffy tail bursts out from behind him and begins to wag wildly, knocking over some stuff on his desk and whacking his pillow back and forth on the bed until it catches and flings into the wall. The messing continues, and with a quiet groan you notice that Kurt has shit so much that the disgusting dump has spread to the front of his diaper, and he's now crushing a fat turd in his paw against his cock. You can only imagine how smothered his balls must be.
After about a minute, his body has completely changed, with his legs cracking to form more realistic werewolf legs, and his paws fat and soft. The stench coming from him was unbelievable, and you fight the urge to let go of your lunch. His drool was flicking from his muzzle, followed by breath so hot you could see it as if it were steam. His hole kept spluttering and letting out loud blorch sounds, his ass most likely plastered in thick wolf shit. The sound of each log pumping out of his hole and sliding down into the rest of the sagging mess was nearly impressive, if it weren't outright disgusting. Only just now, you could notice a puddle forming under him on the floor. At first you thought he was pissing, but he was literally dripping so much pre that it pooled under him by his feet, accompanied by drool and pure wolf sweat.
His glowing yellow eyes blinked every few moments, one paw squishing each fresh log against his already coated canine booty, and the other pumping the remains toward the front against his red, straining rocket of a cock. The diaper literally touched the ground now, squishing against the soaked ground. His muzzle was smiling, something movies and video games didn't depict very often for werewolves. It was terrifying to think that such a supernatural being, one that could rip you to shreds in moments, was standing in front of you, literally shitting bricks and edging an orgasm to the feeling of it. The room felt hot and humid, stinking unbelievably from the werewolf's mix of breath, drool, precum, and dumping. With one long pause, Kurt stopped stroking himself and pooping, then began to sniff the air.
Afraid he may have noticed your scent through the thick fog he created, you sweat a little more, but relax once you see him turn his back to you and get on all fours. He began to pant, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he lifted his messy, padded ass up and directly at the closet where you were hiding, his mess sliding down against his crotch despite how packed it was. You can see it all welling up on his crotch, and you think that he's just trying to fuck his own shit at this point, with how gross he is... but are quickly assaulted with the loudest, hottest, nastiest gust of gas you've ever felt or smelled in your life. It catches you by surprise, and you fall back and hit your head just a bit on the back wall of the closet, coughing and groaning from the horrid stench and completely forgetting that you were supposed to be hiding and staying quiet.
When you look back up, terrified and panting in fear, you attempt to get back up. Only halfway up do you shriek as you notice Kurt's been staring at you from the small crack the moment you hit your head.