“I wish I was a werewolf,” you announce to the genie.
The genie laughs, “I always have fun with this one, he says evilly.” Trust me you’ll be a werewolf by the end of the night, if you can even last that long.” Before you can even question what he means the genie snaps his fingers and everything goes black.
You wake up in a dark, yet familiar room. The sweet stink of sweat and musk filling your nostrils. Stumbling to your feet, you try to feel for a light switch to no avail. “It’s about time you wake up son,” says a familiar yet oddly beastial voice from within the room, one you know all too well, your fathers. The light flickers on and you gasp, you’re in your fathers trailer and sitting in his spot, wearing his clothes is a huge werewolf, covered in brown fur, teeth now pointed, hands and feet now massive paws with pointed claws on each digit. He sips his coffee from the mug you gave him reading “Number 1 Dad,” in bold black letters. “You haven’t visited in a while and I was told we’d have some alone time,” he says laughing, is chubby exposed belly jiggling with each giggle. Your werewolf dad unzips his pants and sticks his dick over the now room temperature coffee, leaking precum into it before offering it to you. “Drink up buddy we’re burning moonlight,” he says licking his dark lips with his new canine tongue as you stand hesitant on what to do next.