I walked in to Dr. Hauser's office after a relatively pleasant day at school. Nothing had been able to get me down at all, not even the threat of yet another week's detention for insubordination. Nope, everything was fine, thanks to the wish I had made, and the small piece of paper in my pocket.
I waited rather impatiently in the waiting room, until my name was called by her equally hot receptionist. I strode into the office with a spring in my step, withdrawing the paper, concealing it in my hand. "Hello, Dr. Hauser," I said, looking at her with a smile. She wore a conservative brown blazer, with brown slacks. Very professional. Her hair was tied up in the severe bun, and she seemed a bit taken aback by my enthusiasm.
"Hello, Joe," she replied, "You seem to be having a good day."
"OH yeah, I have," I assured her, "You wanna know why?" I asked, my hands shaking as I unfolded the paper.
"Yes, I would love to know," she said, seeming to realize that something more was going on.
"Take a look," I replied, handing her the paper. She took it, staring at the picture on the inside; a picture I had printed off the internet...a picture taken by NASA of the full moon.
"Mein...gott.." she whispered, dropping the paper to the floor. She looked at me, her eyes wide. "Joe..you shouldn't have...moon...how did..moon...you...moon.." Beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead. Her eyes faded to amber, and she took her glasses off, dropping them carelessly to the floor. "Joe...no..no...moon..you shouldn't...moonmoon..." she continued to mutter-moan, fighting to control it, but losing.
Her ears began to grow longer and pointed, sprouting golden fur along the edges. Her nails grew into claws, and more fur sprouted from the back of her hands as she reached up and pulled her hair out of the bun, letting it fall loosely to her shoulders. Her shoes exploded as her feet grew talons and burst forth, covered in the fur. Her pants tore open, revealing more transformations further up her legs, muscles swelling, the golden fur rapidly blossoming up her legs. "Moon...mooonn.." was all she could say now, her blazer straining, the sounds of flesh expanding and material stretching. Her already decently sized breasts (normally C cup) were now pushing DD size, and I heard the bra snap apart from the strain. Free of the bra, I could see her rock-hard nipples pressing against the material of the blazer."Moooooooooooaaaaaaannnnnn!" she exclaimed, the word "moon' turning more into a howl. She tore open her blazer, revealing the mammoth breasts, rubbing and pawing at them, a smile on her face.
Her teeth elongated into fangs now, her face stretching into a muzzle as her eyebrows knitted together and fur sprouted on her cheeks. She tore away her pants as a tail blossomed forth, and she let loose a spray of her musk, flooding the room with an intoxicating scent.A really intoxicating scent. I mean, "Wow! What a scent!" My cock sprung to almost painfully rigid attention, and I was alone with her.
And then....