"Here let me help you," I gently offered as I removed Beth’s shoes revealing the beginning of her clawed feet to the room. At their exposure, they immediately began to issue forth fine, dark red hair across her feet as if in greeting to the moonlight seeping through the open windows. She stretched the foot out flat, which caused her toes to flex. Her foot lengthened and began to look somewhat inhuman. The nails grew out more and more as they thinned and rounded themselves out. Rolling her foot over revealed through her dark stockings the changing underside where swelling had grown out pink looking pads.
“Oh, oh, OH! My feet!” Beth expressed loudly as she was pushed up to the tips of her toes. She wobbled slightly, holding onto the breakroom table for stability before the front of her stockings started ripping open as dark nails tore through. Excited that her body was changing she watched fascinated preferring to tear through them and then have the hot and sensitive pads underneath touch the cool wood panel floor than to simply undress. Beth suddenly let out a yip of surprise as she crossed her legs in shock from a tingling feeling starting in her crotch. In truth it was the darker skin of the wolf travelling down around her asshole and over her slit, causing the once trimmed area suddenly start sprouting hairs. Hair that she could only slightly feel but itched. It took all her self-control not to start scratching right then and there.
Taking a shuddering breath as she refocused. She gnashed her teeth, grinding them against the way her shirt felt against her overly sensitive sides. Thick hairs twined with her sparse pubic hair, twisting against them as they spread into a thin peak beneath her belly button. She looked up, captivated by the full moon. Her mouth went slack as the moon dominated her eyesight, growing larger and larger, brighter, and brighter, pulling the simmering heat from between her thighs into a molten torrent that tore along her spine. She gasped, growling, and whimpering as she gripped the table leaving deep claw marks. A passing car honked loudly. Veronica snarled in return, but the spell was broken. Panting as sweat raced down her body. More hairs joined the ones covering her mound. They pushed down over her well-trimmed labia to trap the smell of her wet pussy. Her altered; heady scent filled the staff room.
Her stockings were torn and ripped but she refused to take them off as patches of thick red fur continued to engulf her pale skin, The pads on the bottom of Beth’s feet started to change colour, darkening noticeably as pads grew on the underside of each new digit. Wiggling her feet more, she turned to me gold flecks in her wild eyes and asked, “Little help please”, I nodded as I stood up to help remove her waistcoat and other accessories.
From hanging out with her and the few intimate moments we shared I knew she had dreamed of this moment for so long, wished for it, tried to imagine it. But nothing could have prepared her mentally or physically for actually experiencing it. With shaking, clawed hands she began to take off her skirt and shirt as her own slight beginnings of coming fur had just begun to bloom and bunch up awkwardly under her clothes. Especially between her breasts, under her arms, and betwixt her legs.
Beth and my cheeks flushed even more than they already were as we realized she was now almost entirely naked in front of me, at this point I was beginning to feel urges as she looked beautiful as the moon shone through. With a deep whine, Beth desperately wished to remove her panties, which were almost pointless at this point. They were doing a horrid job of containing the dense ruff of fur the hair there was blossoming into anyway. She began to paw uncontrollably at the prickly cotton, wanting to fully explore the area.
“Let me” I suggest as I gripped onto the cotton panties and pulled them down her fuzzy thighs towards her ankles. A sigh of relief escaped Beth’s darkening lips as she rested her head on my shoulder and placed her growing hands on my jeans. I look down to see the deep scarlet hair has grown wilder, longer, pooling about her shoulders before tumbling past. From her broad grin that she now looked up to me with, it's not hard to see even with the lights dimmed that the beginnings of fangs I saw moments ago weren't your imagination. Beth’s canines continue to push forth. Momentarily distracted by her growing fangs her other features have swollen, pushing her freckled face into a primitive, beetle-browed cast, her already thick eyebrows beginning to knit together as her widow peak and the heavy dark fuzz that adorned her cheeks closed the gap. Her face, for the most part, was human-Esque, her overall physical shape was not much different than her human one, even standing on the balls of her feet she was shorter than me. I break our connection as I see the last of her scarlet fur fill in and thicken slightly.
Outlined by the moon I could see her nipples stiffen, rubbing against her tight black vest, which is quickly answered by a warm quiver in my nethers. The increasing evidence of Beth’s seeming lycanthropy has gotten me all sorts of hot and bothered. She paws at her chest shamelessly with hairy fingers that are pushing forth dark claws, clutching swelling breasts as a luxurious ruff of glossy ginger pelt spills from the neck of her shirt to drape over them. “What do you think of the new me” she smirked.