This primal rush is exhilarating, eyes beaming wildly as you snap your head forward and panting heavily. The urges coursing through your body, feral thoughts flooding your mind; it's nearly unbearable to repress any longer feeling like you might explode into a furious fit if you can't be what you feel you are, a proud and horny wolf anxious to escape. To run, to hunt, to seek out a mate and rut. Your body glows red and hot sweating profusely, flesh tight and itchy; bones odd and achy. It almost feels like you might actually start to transform like a real werewolf.
Popping creaks suddenly sound along your neck and spine stunning you; panting maw hung wide gasping as the tugging sensation grows. You're shaking trying to keep your balance on your toes as the pops continue running down to your rump, ears pulling while nails and teeth throb; pressure building upon your chest and face. Your eyes tear up, fiery heat flashing as your vision appears to take an eerie tint of yellow and grey, some colors still existent and almost vibrant. Your panting slowly ends as you brace your teeth, canines and incisors feeling much bigger and longer; snarling.
What's happening to you? Your body...it hurts, but it also feels welcomed. It's as if you really are changing, the beast inside truly surfacing and starting to take over. It feels...arousing.
You stumble forward catching yourself near the room's door groaning and growling as feral behavior sounds from your voice, sharp teeth snapping the air as you utter muffled barks. Sickly squirming of flesh and creaks of bone echo into your ears, tips wiggling and narrowing into animal points pulling out long pass your hair. You dart your glowing eyes to propped hands shocked as you watch your fingers curl and swell, your fingernails cracking away as dark animal claws sprout forth. You turn one of your changing hands finding the skin under your stubby fingers and palms thicken and balloon forming what you consider animal pawpads, extremities elongating slightly at the center.
Fur. The back of your hands reveal a faint growth of hair spreading up to your arms. You manage to brush your left shoulder despite your violent trembling, padded fingers feeling the fur growing as you caress. With a beastly groan you roll your back against the door nearly dropping to your rump as you shuffle cramped feet. You look down yourself in time to watch them lengthening like your hands, longer even as your toes swell and round protruding claws from its tips. Hindpaws; your feet look like real wolf hindpaws.
You belt a startling moan followed with soft whines as you run your deformed claw tipped fingers over your stomach suddenly sensitive as you feel odd small lumps forming along your toning abdomen and stomach, pink tips standing erect as you can't help but play with them. Teats! You've grown animal teats. And they feel strangely pleasurable to caress and fondle just as much as groping your breasts aching for stimulation as much as they do; erotic urges dominating your fevered thoughts the more you continue to look like a real wolf.
This can't be happening, can it? You're turning into a real wolf...perhaps a monstrous Werewolf. You don't recall at first ever being bitten by a stray wolf lately let alone encounter such a legendary beast. Maybe your bizarre fascinations with wanting to be a wolf stems from something magical or genetic. Maybe you really do have real Lycanthropy.
Whatever the case you don't know how much farther your transformation will go let alone if you want it or not. The pleasure of unleashing your beastly nature is intoxicating, but subtle fears of what you might do if you escaped and roamed the streets cause alarm. Maybe you should try to stop this somehow before this grows out of your control. Or do you dare take this all the way become a real shewolf. Considerations must be met soon as you can feel your face beginning to swell, the pressure seeking to explode and push out into what would soon be a lupine muzzle.