Whatever panic you feel is immediately abated by a rush of euphoria. You growl, definitely bestial this time, and stare at your benefactor through the heat-vision of
your amber eyes. Your unchanged hand quickly alters to match its counterpart, and you drive your forming right hand—paw?—underneath the lip of your jeans.
The moonlight works its magic on you quickly, and you delve into frenzied masturbation, snarling like the animal in heat that you’re becoming. You smell the musk
of the perfume, emanating now from your own pores, caught by your swiftly spreading midnight-black fur. The scent drives you wild, just like the creeping pointing
of your ears and the swelling of your six thickly-nippled breasts. You force three clawed fingers inside your furred slit, howling in lust as you masturbate
shamelessly.
A sudden swell of your frame rips your clothing at all junctions, flooding your muscles with power and nearly doubling your height and mass. You feel your short
hair become the dark coarseness of the rest of your fur as it flows into an impossible long mane. Saliva dribbles from teeth that have steadily lengthened and
sharpened into lupine fangs. You feel a sudden need to bite someone, to infect them with your saliva and turn them into a packmate. The thought turns you on more
than anything else, and you sink to your knees in swaying ecstasy, encouraged by the stretching of your feet and knees into lupine legs.
You feel yourself approaching orgasm, and lick your dark lips as your luscious pelt covers you completely. Intense pressure assaults you from two directions, and
you howl in delight as your spine extends itself, furring into a lush tail. The howl fuels your final change, increasing in pitch as your face pushes into a full muzzle,
accompanied by the sloping of your brow and climbing of your triangular ears.
You explode in climax, and announce your rebirth with a joyous howl.