Tara starts breathing heavily. You turn to look at her and start to back away. She is grabbing herself and moaning now. "I'm so sorry," she says canines noticeably lengthening, "I was bitten earlier," Her hands have started massaging her breasts, as you notice her hands sprouting fur as her chest expands. She tears her shirt away, useless as fur starts to coat her changing body. Her bra snaps under the pressure of her breasts leaving her now D size cups hanging free. You want to run but are hypnotized by her transformation. She has fallen on all fours now hands curled into sharp claws. You look back to her face as it stretches, fangs extended, her nose now black, into a wolfish grin. She screams how sorry she is as her ears begin to taper into points poking thru the mane of hair on top of her head. "Tara?" you say, hoping that the girls mind is still in her wolfish body. Those hopes are dashed however as she rears up on her back paws and lets out a long howl. To your own discust you feel yourself arosed by her new form.