Kristy snarled at her. "Fight all you want, Joanne, the beast always wins!" Kristy paused, drawing a breath, seeming to focus herself for a moment. "I've got more control than you can imagine...I'm an alpha, you're just a thrall, and now it's time to prove my dominance!" A tremor went through her body, and suddenly Kristy's eyes were alight with the amber glow of her lycanthropic form. With a snapping, popping sound, her breasts began to grow larger, as two more sets began to emerge from her torso. Long brown fur began to blossom everywhere we could see, covering her upper body in a matter of seconds. With the same abruptness the changes halted, but didn't revert. Instead, Kristy stayed in her hybrid form, one I'd never seen Joanne take...one that I doubted she COULD actually attain.
She smiled at both of us, a malicious smile to be sure. "You see?" she asked, gesturing to herself, "This is what you're up against, and this is just a small example of my power."
"Fuck....YOU...Kristy," said Joanne, sounding far less confident than she had moments earlier. Her eyes glowed amber as well, and I could see her struggling to contain her change. More fur had grown on her chest; she was slowly losing the battle against the beast inside.
"Fuck ME?" replied Kristy, "This is just ridiculous! You know, I've really had enough of these games! It's time you learned your place, Joanne!" Kristy was livid, her eyes not simply glowing amber, but burning a nearly flourescent amber color as she spoke. "It's like this, no thrall can resist the change when his or her alpha has transformed in front of them, understand? I would have been willing to be nicer about all of this, but you don't seem to get it- I'm your FUCKING ALPHA! I don't need the moon, hell, I don't need the darkness! I can fucking change whenever or wherever I want! You don't fucking get it, and I don't understand WHY! But I'll make you understand...I'll make you..grrr.." Kristy's fangs grew longer, her changes continuing, fueled by her anger. "I'll...show you my FULL power!"
Kristy raked her talons down the sides of her stretch pants, shredding them. She wore no panties, either, I saw.(This apparently was a common thing amongst werewolves.) The room was filled with an overpowering smell of musk, Kristy's musk, and my cock instinctively hardened, straining at the fabric of my jeans against my will. I couldn't take my eyes off Kristy's muff, which pulsated quickly in a twitching rhythm as more and more fur began to blossom around it, glistening with drops of musk.
"GRR....GRAAAAAHHHH!" snarled Kristy at me, smiling, now growing taller, every muscle in her body twitching, growing larger. She was now closer to six feet as her bones stretched and popped. Joanne had never really gained muscle mass when she changed, I remember thinking, then realizing that THIS must be the difference between being a thrall and an alpha.
A loud snapping alerted me to the kitchen chair breaking under the strain of Joanne's muscles against her bonds. Joanne fell to the floor, growling, as she succumbed to her change, unable to endure the sight, sounds, and smell of her alpha's transformation. I couldn't really blame her; she'd fought hard. But now she struggled to her hands and knees, her body covered in black fur, her spine bowing and popping as it continued to reshape. She struggled to move toward Kristy, and I thought somehow she would fight to save me, somehow make it through the ordeal.
I was wrong. Instead of fighting, Joanne simply buried her face between Kristy's legs and began to lick at her hole, growling her lust and desire to Kristy, who now stood nearly six and a half feet tall, and must've weighed nearly 300 pounds. I didn't even really exist to Joanne.
Joanne's face, still mostly human, began to stretch outward into a muzzle as she licked Kristy's twat, burying her nose and tongue deeper and deeper inside her alpha. Kristy began grinding her crotch furiously against Joanne's face, her own growls beginning to increase in intensity. Kristy's jaw thickened, sliding forward. The tip of her nose blackened, taking on a leathery texture. Her eyebrows knitted together as her forehead began to pulsate and slide backward, her snout beginning to emerge. A wet popping sound happened, and a brown bushy tail exploded from her rear. With a few final snapping pops, her face finished it's journey into the wolfen shape, and with a deafening orgasmic howl, Kristy announced her transformation to be complete.
And then I was left alone with two shewolves. One wanted to kill me, the other a woman I both loved and now feared, and I wondered what was to happen.