Duncan felt a feeling of power and satification howling, howling at the moon. He did it a couple more times before he could stop himself. And as he did he felt his neck stretching, he nose stretching, his hair growing, his ears growing. He stopped himself short in the fourth howl. He saw his hairy, canine-like ears stretching against the outside of his ball cap. He felt the hair on his body multiply. He saw he face, pushed out a little, his nose felt coldand big. In his mouth he felt his tongue, growing and swelling. He felt his teeth mis-shape. He felt his feet cramp up. He was now getting a definitely inhuman look. He knew what was going on.
"You fuckin' bitch," said Duncan, aware of his deeper, rumbling voice. "You put a curse on me. Take it off. TAKE IT OFF."
Esmeralda bravely kissed his transforming, now somewhat dog-like nose. "No, I like you as a wolf." She jumped out of the car, soon followed by her wolfish one night stand.
Duncan was panicking, clearly shown on his still human-like features. "You've got to undo this. R-ou've, you've got to undo this. I didn't do nothing to you - oooo." Duncan winced as a new source of pain shot up his back.
"You didn't marry me," smirked Esmeralda.
Duncan leaned on his car for support, accidently scratching it with his growing nails, nails that were now turning into claws. "I'll marry you-oooo, please." he said desperately. Aside from his face, his hands, neck, and most of his body that was visable filling in with hair -hair to thick and tough to be hair, but fur.
Esmeralda came close to him, gave him a hug. Involuntarily, he howled again. Now his nose and mouth pushed out into a small snout, and his sideburns spread up his ears, creating perfect wolves ears. Ears that were still growing.
"Wre-il you help me?" asked Duncan hopefully, desperately.
"I love you," said Esmeralda. "But you'll be mine as a wolf."
Duncan tried to plead, but first gave out an agonizing howl. "Please, I'm a hu-ooo-man being. Rou . . . you can't do this to me." He chased after her gripping her in his mostly human hands.
She looked at him shaking her head. "Sorry Dunc, you're better like this."
Duncan tried to plead again, (and he might have suceeded)but the pain in his back had reached a peak. "Yowlllll" he shouted, "Whrat the hell is it now?" he then almost whined through his now almost completely canine teeth, and swollen tongue, and semi-snout.
"Its your tail Dunc," smiled Esmeralda, scratching his large wolf ears, before he pushed her hands away. "You'll grow to love it."
Duncan tried to see the source of his miscomfort, but it was enough to feel it, as it pressed against the seems of the back of his jeans. With a "RIPPPPPPP" it tore through, and he was able to pitiously hold the large bushy tail of a wolf in his paw like hands, completely furred, and now with genuine claws instead of nails.
"Rour a rwitch, a r . . . bitch, a fruckin . . . fucking little bitch and a ror, hor," Duncan growled, almost whined. "Rou ranted rou ruck . . . screw."
"But you didn't want to be mine as a man, so here we are," said Esmeralda, scratching Duncan's ears. The wolf was staring at his hands, as they bunched and reformed into the rather large paws of the type of wolf he was becoming. Duncan was soon set into a new stage of discomfort, as he body began the final, severe changes in bone structure and mass that had begun initially at the hotel.
He tried once more, chasing, stumbling, after her as she ran playfully on the road around the car, from her boyfriend/pet. "Its a game to her," Duncan thought briefly in his panic as he went from teenager to wolf, "Its a game." He tried to fight the transformation, but he had no control over it. He tried once more to plead, wolf eared, with a furry partly human face increasingly obscured by a now growing muzzle. Finding it harder to walk as his chest barrelled out and stretched his shirt. Finding it harder as his pretty much fully grown tail slunk behind him. His bones reshaping, he grabbed onto the car with his large front paws, his former car, once again scratching the paint. He now had even more pertinent priorties than his car, besides girls one of the loves of his life. "Crome on, I'm a rnice guy, please, yrou - AAAAAWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!." His pleas disintegrated into another howl.
"You are a nice guy," said Esmeralda, scratching Duncan behind the ears, something that made his wolf tongue hang out as he leaned against the car. "That's why I want you with me, always, somehow." She smirked.
Duncan could no longer plead, at least by talking. Whenever he tried to plead with her or curse her, all that came out were canine sounds as his transformation into wolf reached its conclusion. He bones reshaped, it was only by holding onto the car that he could keep his human upright position, something he was desperate to do. He was mostly all wolf, this, and his strained clothes ripped where his arms stretching out at the front paws (hands, the fore leg still wearing his watch), ripped at the tail, ripped where the thick wolf's neck met the shirt, and now ripped by his reforming ankles. Except for a tiny mask around the eyes, he was covered in fur. Now his feet fully transformed into hind paws, breaking out the fronts of his human shoes, showing their claws amongst the remnants of his socks. He growled in pain as this happened, careful not to whine. He was now determined to fight and be a man, even if he was a wolf.
"You okay Dunc," Esmeralda scratched the fully grown wolf ears, careful for the sake of Duncan's pride not to remove his ball cap. It made his look the most human of all his remaining clothes, even though the fur of wolf covered him, the fur, not hair, sticking out the sides and back of the cap resembled a human head of hair.
"I'm a wolf," Duncan thought reluctantly, trying to fight the realization. He liked being scratched on the ear. It made him give a long howl, like before. He muzzle pushed out all the way, quickly, the bones snapping into place. With the fur covered muzzle splitting his suddenly colourless field of vision, he was now a complete wolf. Larger than the usual wolf, same as his height before with an extra couple of inches added, but he was a complete wolf. Duncan's physical pain subsided, as he was now born to howl.
"Dunc, happy boy?" asked Esmeralda, scratching the wolf leaning tenously on the car he had as a human. The wolf tried to slash her, once he tore himself away from being scratched under the skin. "Naughty, Dunc, I have too much power to let you hurt me."
Duncan growled bitterly. Esmerelda smiled, and pushed Duncan off the car, onto his four legs. "Look at the moon,"
This was the final humiliation for Duncan, a wolf in a kid's clothing, colourblind, confounded by smells, and now forced to all fours. And once again, try as he might to resist, he gave one more of those forced instinctively satisfying but emotionally humiliating howl, "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"