The cops' bullets couldn't stop the werewolf, which lumbered on two enormous feet toward the scared rookie who'd emptied several bullets into its hide. A paw was raised and flashed before the cop's eyes. It was the last thing he saw, since his head hit the floor seconds later. The second cop lost bladder control and ran out of the room to call for back-up.
Frank appeared at the head of the staircase with his rifle, just in time to see the werewolf lope over to his wife, tongue hanging out of its mouth and penis peeking out of its sheath. Frank couldn't tell, but it looked like the beast was smiling. "Aw no!" He moaned, "Fuck no! Stay away from my woman you furry motherfucker!" Losing all sense, he ran up the stairs in a jealous rage, firing wildly and missing. The werewolf, a wicked glint in its eye, deftly yanked the gun from Frank's hands and wrapped it around his neck. Frank gulped as much as he could with the metal lining his gullet and ran from the house bawling for the police.
Jen watched with horror as her brother loomed before a quaking Gillian, the shadow of his hard-on covering her face. The beast's drool fell in long ropes over the mortified woman as its clawed hands felt her up, clawing at her shirt. Jen watched in horror and then--to her further horor--increasing arousal, and then--to even further horror--anger. for the first time in her life she felt the burning, all-consuming fire that is jealousy, and her resulting love for her brother, once merely hot, had become a four alrm fire.
"You think she's sexier than me?" she said, crushed by the infidelity of her brother, who by now had ripped off all of Gillian's clothes and was forcefully guiding his proud red rooster up her unwilling slash. "You'd rather shove your doggy-cock up that old slag than me?!" she screamed, fists shaking. She ran into the living room, where Sam-wolf was busy raping Gillian. Police sirens began tripling as red and blue lights scoured the walls. Jen anrily tapped the he-beast on his massive heaving shoulder. "Hey!! I'm talking to YOU dog-boy! What's that bitch got that I don't? Take a look at these tits!" She proudly thrust out her chest and stood naked as a jaybird on the carpet, one hand stroking her long pubes as though they were prize silk.
The werewolf briefly paused to look over his shoulder at her with mild annoyance and curiosity. It shrugged it shoulders and went back to force-fucking Gillian, who was eagerly wishing a lightning bolt would come down for her. "That's it!!" screamed Jen, as she stalked back to the kitchen and began tearing through the fridge in search of Coca Cola. Suddenly a bottle of familiar brown fluid appeared, behind a vat of potato salad. "YES!!" she cheered, grabbing it and pouring the bottle over her upturned face. Great rivers of coke shot down into her mouth and onto her face and body, rivulets streaming over her hard breasts and flowing down her thighs and into her bush. She was covered in the sticky fluid, sitting on the kicthen counter and dousing herself with coke. Finally the 2 liter bottle was empty, and her stomach was full. She flung it aside, lay back and let out an enormous burp. Then another one. Finally she gave a great belch, and as her entire body vibrated with the force of it, she noticed her pussy hairs elongating. Her belch refused to subside, and neither did the hairs that were slipping forth from her skin. The belch was still continuing and she felt terrific belching as her skin tingled and pulsated while one hand dropped to her beaver and luxuriated in the growing glossy pelt obscuring her opening.
Finally she stopped belching. "Oh GooOOOODDD!!" she moaned in ecstasy, her voice deepening till it was deeper than any man's. "What the fuck was that stuff" she wondered with some concern as her chest began bulging forth with several small mounds. "Ughhh" she said in pleasure as she writhed on the kitchen table, feeling her leg hairs brush against the cold counter top as she reached for the empty bottle to read the brand name. She held it up as he vision slipped to black and white. "Jolt Cola?!" she shouted as her body went into overdrive, the mounds on her chest ballooning into melon-sized breasts, nipples dark and soon lost under chest hair that lengthened into glossy brown fur, toes and fingers growing meaty and clawed as they wiggled in spasms. "Ohhhhhhh" she said in her ultra-low growl, as she felt consumed in a rising tide of pure hormones. 'It must be the increased caffeine,' she thought, as the drink worked its amped-up magic. Suddenly she felt like howling, and as if in response her mouth elongated with every lengthening "ooooo" sound until her lips protruded from what was a muzzle. Juices dripped from the cunt of what was once a human girl and what was now a fur covered writhing mass of limbs and breasts that raised its head to the moon and gave an earth-shattering howl of horniness, claws clutching its erect set of breasts, its five foot mane swaying alongside its thick shanks. Jen-wolf was in heat.