With a slightly shaking hand, John turned the tv to the Heat channel. The credits were rolling from the end of the previous film, and rather quickly the screen went black. For a moment, John debated the merits of checking to see if his tv was working properly, and then a new screen popped up, one of the moon rolling out from behind a cloudbank. The howl of a wolf could be heard as the words, "Amateurs: No Frills, volume 3" became emblazoned on the screen.
The quality, while clear, was quite low budget. The camera shook visibly, and it had a slightly grainy quality, as though filmed with a home video camera.
"Rebecca and Ariel" the screen said, before fading to black. The screen cut to a blonde woman, with short hair and large breasts talking to a pudgy redhead in glasses about how unsatisfying her sex life had been with her boyfriend.
"What, is he just..you know, tiny?" asked the pudgy redhead.
"Becca, you're such a bitch!" laughed the blonde, apparently named Ariel.
"More than you know," the redhead told her coyly.
"Oh, would you stop with the werewolf thing?" the blonde said irritatedly. "I know you play that you're a werewolf, but it's gotten a bit old."
"Ariel, I'm telling you that I'm not playing! I'm really a werewolf!" the redhead said, offended.
"Yeah...uh huh...I believe you," Ariel replied, seeming bored. "There's a full moon tonight, so why aren't you changed?"
The camera panned back, revealing a heavily curtained window behind them. John began to get excited, knowing that he was about to see a REAL change, not some hollywood CGI.
"I told you...I have to SEE it," replied the Rebecca, "And I get horny when I change..." John almost laughed at the dialogue; it was as bad as any porn he'd ever watched.
"I can take care of that," replied Ariel, kissing Rebecca on the lips firmly. The two made out for a minute, then Ariel walked over to the curtain. "I'm going to dispel this 'werewolf' nonsense once and for all!" And with a tug, she opened the curtains, bathing the room in moonlight.
Rebecca had no reaction for a moment, simply staring out at the sky. She walked closer to the window, transfixed by the moon. "So bright..." she breathily whispered, tossing her glasses to the floor. She turned to face Ariel, her eyes luminously glowing yellow, twice their normal size.
That was when Carrie walked out of the bathroom, clad only in a robe. "What are you watching?" she asked, then saw for herself.
John threw her onto the bed, tossing the robe aside, tugging his pants down. Carrie was already dripping wet, aroused by the transformation on the screen. John rolled her onto her stomach, and she lifted her rear end up towards him so he could take her from behind. Her moans mingled with those of Ariel, whose lupine lover had gone down on her. They fucked intensely, ferociously, as Rebecca changed, then bit Ariel who also changed. They both orgasmed explosively, harder than either of them had before, even when they'd roleplayed as werewolves in the bedroom.
As they lay there, postcoital, soaking in the afterglow, Carrie smiled at John. "I can't wait till we can do that."
"I know," replied John, not sure which he wanted more; himself to be changed, or Carrie to be changed.
"I'd even eat pussy to be one," added Carrie, giving John yet another taboo to add to his list of desires.