Jogging on the spot in a furious attempt to feel your toes again, you continued shuffling though the wardrobe. You couldn't say why but suddenly you oddly felt picky about your options. Why not just chuck on some dress pants? What was stopping you? Nothing but a persistent nagging in the back of your head, you replied to yourself.
Still, an egging urge pressed you to search though this small wardrobe until your bare fingers brushed up against something soft and hairy. You shivered, unsure as to what it was, yet curious you grabbed onto the object and pulled it out. It was a wolf pelt, one that seemed to worn over your shoulders, like a shawl. It then occurred to you that how you knew that was a mystery. Perhaps you read it somewhere, you told yourself as you ran your hands though the appealing pelt. It was a swirl of white, grey and pale browns. Thankfully, whoever made the pelt had removed it's head, paws but kept the tail. The last thing you'd want is a wolf head gawking back at you.
Remembering that you were indeed cold, and a pressing instinct practically wailing "Yes!" you decided to put it on. You might as well start with something, and effortlessly you swung the pelt onto your shoulders. It was soft and comforting, and funnily enough as your blood curled in a strangely pleasant sort of way, an image flashed across your mind! You running free though the moors around your home, the dark halls you stood in...
"Wait," You muttered, your conscious mind processing your thoughts. "This isn't my home?" You announced, as if to remind yourself.
Then came a flash of heat and another set of images flickered across your mind; blood, hair, cum and blood. You shuddered, but then suddenly you began convulsing and then cried out in pain. The wolf pelt seeped into your flesh, leaving no mark as it did so. Eventually it disappeared within you and, again despite leaving no mark, you began to wail. Your senses boiled and flared and despite it all, your dick began to throb greedily for attention. Pain and lust dazed your senses and almost mindlessly you caved and buried yourself in a world of pleasured. A single stoke of your cock made you grunt and moan and writhe on all fours. Now panting, you body wet with sweat, you watched as your dick began to lengthen and your balls began to inflate - you could feel them pumping a force throughout your flesh yet you did not stop. How could you stop something that felt this good?
You then watched your biceps slowly grew and inflated with solid muscle, enough to suggest an athletic lifestyle, but nothing resembling the mass of a bodybuilder. You moaned, looking past your goin to your thighs which also gained a noticeable growth, although your calves remained leaner, much like a runner. Caving in, the changes and pleasures too great, you rolled onto your back still toying with your dick though it all. Your pecs inflated, matching a bult worthy of your biceps! Perhaps you'd resemble a boxer of sorts, or perhaps...
You suddenly screamed, feeling underneath the pleasures as a fine sixpack rolled in, a wonderous buzzing across various parts of your body. Your legs became covered in dark, shaggy body hair and just as quickly a dusting of long dark hairs coated your forearms. Around your goin sprouted a jungle of black hairs, which grew up in a thick mass across your navel. Your hair was darker too, and grew thick and wild as a rugged scruff grew across your jaw.
Finally, you came and sprayed yourself across the carpeted floors. It was over, it seemed. Moaning you crawled onto your knees and examined yourself. Picking up a strange smell, you lifted up your arms and sniffed your hairy armpits. It was you! A scent of sweat, which sorely suggested you needed a shower. Yet did you want one?
You shoot your head, running a hand down your thicker body. Damn though, you looked and felt amazing...
It was also now you noticed you no longer felt cold, despite you persistent nakedness.