James knew now after that incredible sexual experience he just engaged in - and with just himself no less! - that this was all absolutely incredible. He had completely accepted the werewolf hypothesis, as erroneous as it was, and eagerly thought about how nice it'd be to go out after dark. To stalk the streets as the powerful apex alpha predator - a marriage of the traits of man and wolf. He'd be respected, he'd be feared, and babes would line up to tease his cock outta there and feel that bulge at the base. Just to see him erupt like that.
But he knew well enough that after his episode like that he needed a shower. Something to really deal with the stink he probably worked up from his sweating and bodily exertion. Besides, even a beastman needed to clean up somehow! James got up from his bed and stretched out.
He could still feel strong, readily available energy coursing through his body. He could leap through a window and rush through the streets, a menacing wolfman at any hour. But the night just seemed...sexier. He looked forward to his inevitable display. Maybe one of his ex-girlfriends from college would be the woman he'd find tonight. Maybe it'd even be that Krista woman who gave him this phenomenal gift.
As he proceeded into the shower room, James saw his face - now about half transformed into a muzzle - and gulped, "Well, almost fifty percent of the way there, James. Looking fearsome already." His build looked like he was leaner still than he was before, lacking much of the body fat that had come to linger on him when he was just James the average guy from the apartment complex. Now? Now he could see he had abdominals. He had pecs. Real muscles!
Sure they were tight and kinda thin, but when he flexed them he felt a lack of give. Fuck yes! James climbed into the shower and started washing himself off, panting and continuously enjoying the way the water was so warm and felt so good on him. He focused though on the shower, not on the way it felt. Otherwise, he knew he'd be in there for way too long indulging again. His tail wagging ferociously, he washed his body with shampoo - before washing it off and shaking in order to see his form all cleaned up.
But just seeing himself in the mirror started to excite James again. How could he handle this freakish werewolf libido? Damn maybe he needed another session. That dog's odor from a little ways away was affecting him. He walked out, stark naked as could be, into his room to watch the monster movies some more for some inspiration. James casually felt his groin occasionally with his claw, enjoying the way he had the dexterity of a human hand, but the strong nail and claw of a "wolf".
He watched "Arlene Wolfmoon" seduce a woman and then fight off the rogue wolves who wanted to take over his pack, and James immediately sympathized. Arlene was a powerfully built antihero, and surely he was going to be something like what James was going to be when he was done changing. Night was getting closer - the sun was setting.
Soon, James would have his own opportunity to run about the city as a "werewolf!" Mmfuuuck, he thought as he felt himself thickening between the legs again. This libido was really getting to be an issue.