You look at the defeated Pit bull and knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to BREED. You wanted to fuck and rut boyholes until they are heavy with your child. Like bitches were meant to be. But this sad sack of bark and no bite seemed lacking in this regard. You gaze across the crowd and saw many appropriate breeds which exuded confidence. Dogs who were probably worth 5 Garps a piece when it came to being a real man. All and all your New pack seems to be a good bunch, a group you could really upon. Loyal, powerful, and to the point... besides some bad apples. Even though you are a small Human, they all saw a real Alpha in you when you took Garp down a peg. However, the one specimen that truly caught your eye was the white wolf in front of you. Lean and athletic, a far cry from the overbuilt pit bull. And above all, exuding confidence and power from his slightly smug grin. That is what you want.
"I wanna be a Wolf, like you. You seem to be someone who knows how to get shit done, and as you can see here" you gesture to your defeated opponent "I do too"
Vaun's grin widens even more, maybe even to a disturbing degree. "I think I might agree with you there Ty. I see we are two of a kind. Simpatico. We could use another real Wolf around these parts. Am I right Boys!"
A loud howl of agreement came from all of the canines and you swivel around to see the mass applause.
However, when you look back, Vaun is already quickly stalking up to you. You are startled, but before you could process anything, the wolf bit you lightly on your neck. For a moment you thought we was about to kill you, but his ministrations were as practiced as a doctor with a syringe. He bits in just hard enough to draw a single dollop of blood than pounces back on his spindly agile limbs.
You clasp your clavicle, stumbling back slightly as you begin to feel wowsie. Reality shrinks and the crowd and the still smiling wolf fade into the background... all of it that is, besides that mesmerizing Cheshire smile and piercing inquisitive eyes. You feel your perception shifting, your vantage point increasing as bones grind and snap into position. You must be at least 6'4, slightly smaller than the grinning figure in front of you, and much larger than your previous self. A rough coat of dark grayish fur envelopes your body giving you a sense of protection and warmth. Your knees buckle and snap becoming digitagrade and canine. Soon after your Human feet shift into large intimidating paws with vicious black claws. Your hands do not become nearly as canine, but still develop pads and claws. Enough to frighten any prey. All these changes were tramatizing and all, but what really stole your attention was the weight developing in your balls. Your individual testis began growing gradually, but what was most surprising was their increasing density. You felt the pair of male organs pulse. And each time the weight increased. It almost got to the point where it was painful. But on the edge of agony as your balls were a good 4 and a half inches across, you felt a weighty drop.
Like a second coming of manhood, you howled. A veritable surge of testosterone filled your body. Your dick reformed into a 13 inch tunnel snake and your muscled surged into a perfect boxers physique, heavier than Vaun's lithe bestial form, but nowhere near that of Garps. A thinker black trail of fur tracked your happy trail, and a scruff, or one could even call a main, of the same black hair collared your neck and collarbone, giving you a very regal presence. Similar hair covered the erogenous zones of your groin and pits in a wild fashion. These same hormones whispered to you that you must breed. that you have to claim some boypussy and fill it with your perfect little wolf pups. And you agreed with these feelings wholeheartedly. Lastly your head shifted into that of a great indomitable wolf, with piercing eyes that stared defiantly back at the other Cheshire wolf in front of you.
Your senses of the wider world return and the crowd seems pleased with the new wolf, with whistling and catcalling a plenty. Your transformation complete, You so wish to just take one of the innumerable betas around you and impale his willing behind on your needy and drooling wolfhood. But you dont. You had the grit to to take on Garp, so the least you can do now is to see what your benefactor has to say.
That smile remained constant throughout the transformation, so you know there is something.