After having hung up the phone, Kyle pulled his slacks up, buckled his belt, and walked out of the door toward school. He wondered who Jen would take as her first mate. Hopefully one of her dumb jock friends he thought, his mind abuzz.
Back at Jennifer's house, a hulking she-beast roamed the room of what had once been the snottiest, most popular girl at Glendale High, and what was now a hulking bitch in heat. The she-beast, aflame with the need to mate, knocked over the furniture, and shredded bundles of designer clothing. Frustrated, the creature put her head back and howled in rage.
She picked up a nightstand and hurled it through the bedroom window.
The stand sailed through the air and smashed into the windshield of an SUV that had paused at a stop sign. The driver, Gabe Lyle, was the class president at Glendale High, and a friend of Jen's. "What the fuck?!" he cried out, staring at the shattered windshield. Then he heard an ungodly howl emerge from the house across the street. "That's Jen's house!" he said with concern. He pulled over and ran out of the car, hightailing it to the residence. He kicked down the door and ran up the stairs, hoping Jen was all right, especially since he had intended to ask her out later that week.
"Jen! Jen!" he called out, running to her room. He paused and stood in the doorway. A seven-foot-tall werewolf stood in Jen's room, fondling its eight round breasts. Reproductive juices dripped from her reeking sex, as the bitch stared at him with familiar green eyes.
"Oh shit" Gabe murmured, staggering backward.
The she-beast licked her lips and then opened them. "Gaaaaahhhhbbe" it called, in its deep baritone. Gabe stared in shock. "Jen?" he whimpered. The creature advanced, repeating its call of "Gaaaahhhbbbe."
"Oh God! Jen, what's happened to you!" hollered Gabe, overpowered by the creature's musk. Part of him was horrified, the other part strangely fascinated to see his friend, the girl he had wanted to bone, was now a sex-crazed monster. Jen-wolf stood over him. He put his arms out to ward her off, but his hands ended up brushing her two rows of pert nipples. The beast growled in pleasure. Gabe--unable to resist--patted at the werewolf's groin. To his horor, Gabe realized he was getting a hard-on.
"This is crazy" he thought. "Sick." Yet his hand continued feeling her pubes and clit. He brought his hand back and sniffed it. The odor was terrible--yet strangely arousing.
"No, no" he moaned, as his hands shot out to her breasts. "Jen, you have to get a grip. Jen, oh, oh--"
The beast gave him a tiny love bite on the neck, tearing the collar of his polo shirt.
"Great," he thought, "I just bought that shirt from Abercombie's yesterday!" Being the shallow preppie that he was, he got angry. "Bitch!" he snarled, pushing her wih his body. He stayed against her, feeling his body begin expanding with every heartbeat. Her scent was driving him mad. Every muscle in his body was thickening. The sleeves of his shirt tore apart, while holes began appearing in the seams of his stretched jeans. He rubbed his crotch against hers, while one hand reached back to relieve the pain in his feet. He managed to remove the shoe and sock from one foot, and looked down to see his absurdly elongated foot swamped with hair. Before he could get the other shoe off his foot burst free, the shoe falling away in pieces.
Before he could react he felt his body explode outward in several places at once: the seat of his jeans gave way as a fleshy tail snaked out; his humped back tore through his shirt; his nails remolded into claws; hairs sprouted, racing all over his body.
Gabe reeled backward in disbelief at what was happening to his once perfect swimmer's body. "This isn't happening," he moaned. The she-wolf reached over and cut his jeans open with her claws, reaching in to free his ramrod penis. The erect prong of man-meat stared upward at Gabe, seeming to grow taller and taller and redder and redder. Gabe could only stare. Jen-wolf leaned in and began licking his changing organ with her tongue. "What did you do to me?" Gabe asked, as his chest swelled until the front of his shirt tore in the middle, revealing plates of muscle crowned with forests of chest hair.
A freight train of pain and orgasmic joy hit his body. His clothes hung off his limbs in tatters. "Auggh" he grunted, writhing while his claws lengthened and feet finished reshaping. The bitch paused from licking his penis. Gabe looked downward and saw he now had a sheath, out of which a livid pointy doggy-cock protruded. "Oh. I'm turning into a freaking werewolf" he gasped. It was the last conscious thought he remebered. The bitch guided his penis into her slit and they maneouevered into doggy-style position. The half of his brain that had found Jen-wolf strangely arousing now took complete control as his forehead sloped back and mouth shot forward, ears lengthening, nose roughening into black, his frenzied pumping in rhythm with his final changes. The last tatters of his clothes dropped off him. "Jeeeeeeeeeeenn" he bellowed, as any other words slipped from his shrinking mind. All he could think of was how good his cock felt inside his mate. Gabe struggled to express his new-found joy. "Jeeeen. JeeennJeeeennahhahhahharrghharrrghhaaaarraaarrroooooooohh! AARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The male werewolf howled as he climaxed within his mate, who joined him as their twin howls boomed through the house. The beasts seized up one last time as the male sprayed his seed inside his bitch. Their feet clawed through the underfoot carpet of shredded clothing that had belonged to them back when they were still human. They had once been the class president and the most popular girl in high school--now they were rutting beasts.