After dinner, Denise hurredly put the dishes in the dishwasher, as Brandon and Tom headed out to the living room, eager to watch television. It was a rare bit of family bonding that had stayed intact; "Game Show Hour". The family would play both "Wheel of Fortune" and "Jeopardy" along with contestants, for house bragging rights.
Denise took her place on the couch, alongside Tom, while Brandon sat in a chair across the room. She enjoyed this time, probably more than Tom realized. It was one of the few times they really felt like a family anymore. Tom was so obsessed with his work, Brandon with sports, and Joy with her new boyfriend, that they rarely spent any amount of time together, aside from game show hour. Tonight, Joy wasn't even here...Denise had an idea it wouldn't be the last time she ditched her family for a boy, and silently contemplated the inevitable loss of her daughter's innocence.
After a few minutes of game show night, Denise noticed something else amiss. She was having trouble concentrating on the show. Something definitely odd was happening...something more important, somehow, she knew. Tom and Brandon seemed distracted as well, though they were trying to compete with each other. Denise glanced around the room, until something caught her eye, just a few feet away from her, on a table by the door...THE ROCK!
Though earlier, Denise had simply dismissed it as ugly and possibly fraudulent, now it seemed fascinating, for some reason. Denise couldn't take her eyes off of it. "It must be the light," she thought, standing up to get closer. "It just looks better in the dim light." She walked to the table, only to discover that it wasn't just the dim light of the room, but the rock was glowing a pale hue, all on its own.
She began to feel hot, as she reached out to touch it, almost unconsciously. "Soo...beautiful.." she whispered, picking it up, staring into it almost as a gypsy stares into a crystal ball.
Her heart began to hammer as the surging energy of the rock began to rush over her. Denise felt her knees nearly give way as a shuddering orgasm passed through her. "Aaahhhhhh-hhhh-hhh" she hissed, trying to suppress a moan of pleasure.
"I...I'll be...right back," she said to Brandon and Tom, who were once more engrossed in the television. They both simply grunted at her, not noticing her newfound obsession with the rock. Willing herself not to run, Denise walked calmly,still holding the moon rock, upstairs, shutting the bedroom door softly.
Denise quickly peeled off her shirt, and unhooked her bra, her nipples standing rigid and at attention. Her breasts had lost a certain amount of the sag of middle age in the past few minutes, not that she had noticed. Eagerly, she dropped her pants and panties, stepping out of them with equal anticipation, never letting go of the rock.
The energy had intensified, and cum was freely rolling down her thighs. She stared into the rock more, willing its energy to fill her, to satisfy her....to change her. The last thought had simply appeared in her head, and though Denise would have been hard-pressed to explain where it had come from, somehow it felt natural, and she embraced the idea.
Quickly her wish began to take shape, as her vagina began to quiver madly, sprouting coarse auburn fur at its edges , which grew at an increasing rate down her thighs. The entirely unique, and entirely pleasureable sensation caused her to gasp, dropping the rock to the floor, and causing her to fall to all fours as well, both with a loud thump.
Black talons grew from the beds at an alarming rate, pushing her fake nails off completely. More fur began to blossom on other areas, namely her arms and her chest, matching the fur growing now on her legs. Her whole body began to shudder and twitch uncontrollably; her breasts shriveled and sunk back to her chest, as two more small sets blossomed lower down her torso. Muscle tissue grew at a massive rate, her body bulged with new mass. Her ears grew upwards through her hair, pointed and furred. Her teeth elongated into fangs, and saliva dripped from her mouth as her jaw slid forward and her forehead receded. She aquired a leathery muzzle as whiskers sprouted from her upper lip, and a tail popped from her ass.
The she-wolf rose to her hind legs, admiring herself in the mirror, feeling sensual and powerful. She couldn't help herself..she howled loudly.