Lauren Wu stood up, shredding her clothing, half-smiling, half-snarling at the camera as her face stretched forward into a muzzle.
Her torso expanded, gaining mass and fur as two more sets of breasts began to erupt from her body, shoving aside her tattered clothing.
Black fur sprouted from every pore, semi-covering her nudity. All the while, I smiled, entranced at the scene, horrifically aroused by it all. Arnold seemed entranced as well, though more disturbed than I was.
Her transformation now complete, the Wu-wolf howled loudly, and leapt on her co-anchor, biting deeply into his shoulder.
He let out an effeminate scream, falling behind the desk. Screams could be heard off-camera now, as the werewolf abandoned her prey, leaving the screen to stalk more fresh victims.
The screen went black, the feed having been lost, then quickly was replaced with a "technical difficulties" logo.
I couldn't believe how well the wish had worked.
"Wow," said Arnold, sounding stunned. "What the hell was that? Some sort of a movie stunt?"
"No, dumbass," I replied, "That was the fucking news. That was real shit. Don't you get it? This is incredible."
"I'll believe it when a werewolf bites me on the ass!" Arnold countered.
And so I made another wish.