"Well..err...NO," you say, feeling a bit foolish.
"We're kind of used to that here," Joy tells you, still sounding annoyed. "The two most common times a feral transforms that don't involve the moon are when they feed and when they mate. Unfortunately, feeding time has long since passed."
"So what you're saying is that I'm not going to see him change...that's kind of convenient, don't you think?" You feel both cheated and triumphant, thinking you've caught on to the zoo's scheme.
"Hardly,"Joy says, smiling at the look on your face. She walks over to a wall panel, sliding it open to reveal a hidden control board. She punches a login password, then quickly types a command sequence with a practiced hand. You can tell she's done this particular sequence before. She gestures back to the glass, noticing that you're not even looking at Tom. "You might want to see this," she tells you.
A nozzle has emerged from one of the trees, and begins spraying a gas into the air of the enclosure. "Wolf musk," Joy informs you, now focusing her full attention on Tom. "Look...he's caught the scent. It's just about showtime. I hope you're not embarassed easily." You begin to ask her to clarify her last point, but Tom gets your attention, his formerly nonchalant demeanor changing.
Tom had definitely caught the scent, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, inhaling the gas deeply. Almost immediately, you see his eyes have changed to a bright yellow color, and his body spasms. Tom goes rigid, then opens his mouth in a growling moan, revealing teeth lengthening into fangs.
Tom presses himself up against the glass; you wonder if he sees you with his animalistic eyes, or if the glass is simply mirrored on his side. He begins to tear at his shirt with rapidly growing claws, and you can see a swath of fur, black and gray growing on his chest and arms. Tearing the shirt away, you can see rippling muscles reforming, his chest sinking in.
Free of his shirt, he begins to struggle with his shorts, shoving at them with hands which are more like paws. His bulging leg muscles interfere with their removal, so they simply are shredded as the shirt was, revealing a not human, yet not quite animal erection, still humanlike, but with a graying sheath growing over it.
Tom begins to yank on his member, making increasingly wolflike grunts. This only seems to intensify his change, and his spine bows forward with a series of snaps, and he's forced to stop, needing his arms/forelegs for balance. Undaunted, Tom simply uses his increased flexibility to lick at his member, even as a tail blossoms from his hindquarters and his face stretches into a muzzle. He licks frantically at it as his face continues to stretch and narrow and his forehead recedes. Tom completes his mission as his nose blackens and flattens somewhat, splattering his seed into his mouth and onto his face, then lets out a completely lupine howl, but one that speaks of release.
You stand in awe of the spectacle, completely speechless from what you've just seen. Joy walks over to you, smiling. "I'm glad to see that you err...enjoyed the show."
"Uhh...yeah," you begin, then realize she's staring at your crotch. You realize that you were quite aroused by the display, though whether it was the changing, or the fact it was a man...you're not quite sure. You always thought yourself heterosexual, but perhaps you were simply mistaken?
"Most of our guests have a...similar reaction," Joy says, carefully wording what she says. "It's quite a powerful experience." You also notice that the first button on Joy's shirt is now open, and you're quite sure that it was fully buttoned before. Perhaps you weren't the only one "affected" by this exhibit?
"It's something, alright," you reply, willing your boner to go away. Removed from the stimulus of a transforming man, it complies. "But I thought werewolves were like in 'The Howling', or at least like 'The Wolfman'...you know, like hybrids? He looked like a regular wolf."
"It's a common misconception, actually," Joy says, sounding far less annoyed than she had a few minutes before. "Those are English werewolves. Would you like to see one, or would you prefer some other species of shapeshifter?"