John, wanting to alert Carrie to his transformation, laid a hand on her back and grinned,
seeing that a patch of dark brown fur had started to sprout on between his wife's
shoulderblades. "Mmmm, John, are you going to give me a massage?" moaned Carrie, her
eyes still closed and oblivious to her impending changes. Slowly, John began to massage
his wife's shoulders and back, feeling himself get even harder as he watched the brown
hairs continued to sprout and overtake her shoulders, providing his wife with the proper
ruff of a very sexy she-werewolf. "Oh my, John, this feels wonderful" cried Carrie,
involuntarily kicking the blankets off the bed and shredding them with her developing
black toe-claws.
In the meantime, the intoxicating scent of the transforming woman in front of him was
fueling John's own metamorphisis. The light grey fur had already covered most his his
chest, his nipples lost under his new coat. John watched as the darker fur began to sweep
down his arms and towards his hands. The thought of growing claws almost made him
spooge and he finally realized he could keep Carrie in the dark no longer. "Carrie, I have a
little surprise for you, turn around and check yourself out" said the young man, half
transformed into a very horny werewolf."