The diaper-filling werewolves, began to congregate near Zeb. The packs tousling and shoving, soon gave way to humping. Within minutes, a diapered werewolf orgy was taking place in front of the new coach. The musk of wolves, shit, piss, and sex filled the air in an orgasmic miasma.
As Zeb stared down at his players, he found a strange fascination filling him. The sight should be disgusting, repulsive to even think of. But as Zeb stared down at his team- No- his pack, the coach couldn't help but feel wonderful. Once sickening scents came together into a wonderful aroma and Zeb took a deep breathe in.
As he did so his chest expanded, more than was normal. Zeb's amulet began to glow, as patches of hair sprouted around his body. Zeb rubs his crotch as the normal underwear he wears swelled into thick, soft padding.
For a second, Zeb almost seems to realize something is wrong.