Jen was on the verge of exploring herself, when Gabe wandered into the room. He seemed taller, but she might have been imagining things. He was certainly more chiseled and muscular now. Jen didn't remember him being so hairy, though. His chest now had a rather healthy coating of hair on it, and his arms seemed hairier than she remembered. And he was here...in her house...naked. Jen tried to puzzle out why he would be here, let alone naked, but she couldn't.
"Umm, Gabe? What the hell is going on?" she asked, wondering if she'd been slipped something in her food that morning.
"I don't really know; I was going to ask you the same question," Gabe replied. Gabe seemed confused as well, though he remembered the events quite clearly, at least up until he'd changed. He couldn't help but stare at Jen now, her hairy pussy not a turnoff for him. "So," he asked, "How long have you been a werewolf?"
"Are you fucking insane?" Jen asked him. "I don't know what the fuck that's supposed to mean, but you need to get the fuck out of my house NOW!" Jen was livid; what the hell was he talking about.
"I'm not trying to be funny, Jen," Gabe replied, trying to think of the right words to explain himself. "I shit you not; I came here after you threw a piece of furniture out the window at my SUV. You weren't you, Jen. You were a..a werewolf."
Jen stopped, looking astonishedly at him. "You're really expecting me to believe this, aren't you?"
"Hell, Jen," Gabe said, "I don't want to believe it, trust me. You bit me. I'm a werewolf now too." He pointed to a small pinkish scar on his collarbone. "That's all that's left; I guess the rumors of werewolves healing quickly is true. Of course, we can discount the thing about needing a full moon."
The word 'moon' had no effect on Gabe; he wasn't afflicted by the transform or dare condition regarding the word. But on Jen, however, it had a more profound effect. "Uhh..."Jen moaned, her nipples standing rigid. Her eyes were popped wide open, already fading to amber as she slid her fingers toward her clit. "Moon....mooon..." she whispered.
Gabe's cock snapped to a rigid attention as Jen's first changes began. Almost immediately, Jen fell to her knees, her spine popping loudly as it began to reshape. Gabe at first began to anticipate his own change, but nothing immediately happened. He couldn't quite tell why she was changing, but he wasn't, but then again, he wasn't concerned with it at the moment.
Jen's torso had now sprouted three extra sets of breasts. Her whole body was quaking with the power of the change. Gabe rushed to her, wanting to change along with her, to fuck her. Falling to his knees behind her, he licked at her pulsating, changing slit, and then felt himself beginning to shift as well.
The sensation of his cock becoming first encased in a sheath, then popping out reddened and oily was nearly an orgasm unto itself. Before he'd even finished changing, he slammed it into Jen's slit, eager to satisfy his urges and hers as well. They rutted madly, still shifting, the walls echoing with the primal sounds of their gutteral howling, before they collapsed in a pile of fur and claws. This time, however, they didn't change back.
Jen could only revert once she'd bitten someone, and Gabe seemed somehow tied to Jen's condition. Whether or not he would also have to bite someone remained to be seen. But either way, there were now two werewolves in Jen's house. Two werewolves who were an hour late for school, and soon to be missed. Two werewolves who'd caused quite the disturbance.