As I was saying, tonight had been exciting enough for me, but then the moon came out from behind the cloud cover. In a remarkably movielike moment, it seemed as though the moonbeams only illuminated him.
"Well, bud, I'm gonna-" he said, suddenly stopping as the moonlight hit him. I could tell it simply from his posture what was going to happen.
"You're gonna what, Arnold?" I asked, feeling my heart hammering in my chest.
"I'm...uhh..." he shrugged, seeming as though he wanted to look away from the moon, but was unable. "I'm...uhh..." He looked over at me, and his eyes had yellowed, just as Karen's had. "Wow," he stammered, "I uhh...feeel...weird, man."
"Really?" I asked, not knowing what to say, and suddenly aware of a familiar presence in my pants. My cock had grown hard again. What the fuck? I wasn't gay! Was I??? I felt myself trembling from excitement, not unlike when I had seen Karen change.
Arnold glanced back at the moon, then returned his gaze to me. "I...I feel...goooood!" he said, his voice changing deeper. His eyebrows began to knit together, and he developed a five o'clock shadow, it seemed.
Gay or not, I wasn't running away this time either. I wanted to see the change again. (On a side note, I was also happy that Arnold seemed to be enjoying it.)
"Keeeeep....watching," Arnold said, seeming to read my mind. (Trust me, Arnold, I wasn't gonna look away, I assure you.)He tore his shirt apart with his newly-sprouting talons, his bare, slightly tan chest blossoming dark brown fur as the moonlight hit it.
"Ahh...Ahroooowrr," he softly moan-howled, a smile on his fang filled mouth.
Oh shit...I'm ragingly hard now...I still swear I'm not gay, but I'd be jerking off right now if I thought I could get away with it. Arnold's tearing at his jeans right now, and I can tell you EXACTLY where I'm looking. I can't believe it...I'm actually wanting to see cock. I want to see it change. I want to know if it feels good. Man, I swear I'm not gay.
Arnold's pants are off now, the moonlight hitting his cock. It's not big, per se, I notice, then feel a little repulsed at the notion. His cock twitches and swells as the moonlight hits it, growing erect, almost a mirror of my own. Arnold's body is shaking in the moonlight, growing in mass, and he's gasping, in obvious pleasure.
His cock is quickly sprouting dark brown fur as well, now a sheath encompasses it. His face stretches out into a muzzle, his head now fully lupine. Arnold now stands seven feet tall, and probably 300 pounds. A bright red tip pokes from the sheath, though barely. He's potentially horny, but it's not a definite.
I'm definitely horny and potentially for him. A large part of me wishes I'd touched him as he changed. A smaller, yet equally vocal portion of me STILL wants to touch him. The rest of me just wants to leave.
Arnold stares at me, and I wonder if there's any humanity left in his mind.
And then