You look to your bed and feel no compulsion to try and end this 'dream' so soon. You look to the cracked door indeed curiously drawn to the mystery, wanting to see what exactly lies beyond. If not your hallway...perhaps the shewolf in waiting? Is this how you [Join] her?
However; you start to realize you are unable to really make much of a decision even as you take a step away from the computer desk, legs wobbly and gravity ensnaring as you topple forward to the floor landing heavily on hands and knees. Even so; being brought down to the ground like this, nearly on all fours and naked, growls shifting from thrill to frustration, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
All fours feel proper; natural. You want to stand on your hands and feet. No...your paws. Everything else feels wrong to you now. You feel your sweltering sticky skin only partially covered in light fuzz. You feel the vertebra of your spine pressing against your back, a small fleshy nub swollen and wiggling right above your ass achy to push out, a similar pressure building intensely over your own face. Ears feel pinched into points but too short. Fangs grow from your gums but your teeth feel flat and dull. Your feet tug tightly like your hands wanting to elongate. Your torso screams to burst and barrel, but something holds it back.
But why? Why are you holding back? Is this not what you desired? Don't you want to be a wolf like the shewolf? Don't you want to present yourself as a proper mate? Be a wolf. Be her wolf. Embrace the call of the wild.
You must be caving into your animal whims as, panting heavily and belting fierce snarls and whines, your body starts to contort and ripple almost violently against any will you might have had. But that would to suggest you want this to stop. And while the crackling of twisting and shifting bone and burning, stretching flesh and muscle hurts, you cannot help but smile in pure primal elation.
You're changing. What happened to the shewolf is now happening to you. Although; to your belief, you are awake for the transformation. No wet feral dream to entice and trigger it. Just the embrace of your inner animal surfacing.
Though these changes do leave a similar longing between your thickening legs, lowering your head peering under yourself to catch the sight of your manhood. Erect and throbbing; you grow wide eye watching the shape of your pride alter and swell, the tip flattening much like a spade as the skin around your knotting shaft loosens and starts to slide down to the base leaving your animal erection red as its tip. That flesh becomes fuzzy and puffy, morphing into the appearance of a canine sheath, that sheath pulling up at your lupine cock as it connects under your stomach.
You whine sharply at the sensation of all of this, dazed and baffled by how arousal this beastly transition leaves you finding it difficult not to reach back with a morphing handpaw and grasp your feral pride, stroking and pumping almost mindlessly. If there is one thought running through your mind as you polish yourself it’s the fantasy of greeting your shewolf as a wolf yourself, hoping that she would be impressed if not enamored with your beastly form, wanting to see her turned on and begging for her stud to claim and mount; accepting you as her mate.
Your pumping handpaw works faster as all this carnal excitement makes the need to release your potent seed much more urgent, growling as you tire out your handpaw and slam it back to the floor. Any opportunity to bring it back or switch to the other hand is thwarted by your own metamorphosis, hands and feet both starting to stretch and elongate yearning to take proper paw-like shape. When the strain dies, you could try to reach back once more, but you are too impatient to wait instead thrusting your pelvis anxiously simulating your future activities with the bitch in heat.
You could wait, save you seed to fill your shewolf. But your air humping act and fantasy of mating with your shewolf happens to spur your transformation onward enjoying the revel of your shapeshifting body. Your knot balloons tightly as your rib cage finally expands; your torso lengthening and narrowing a bit help your quadruped posture. The spear's tip drools cream as your forearms and hindlegs bulk and reshape to add to your feral appearance, not quite altered to lose your ability to stand and perform some human tasks though. Your knot screams near ready to explode as your fur finishes spreading thick over your naked being, only small bald patches remaining that will soon be swallowed by your pelt.
It is with the combined sensations of your wagging tail extending longer, your ears growing and widening, your muzzle pushing forward with carnivorous teeth and canine snout, and the fantasy of your future romp with your mate ending in your mind, that your wolfhood erupts shooting ropes of precious heady cream upon the carpet below you, howling rapturously as you orgasmically quiver.
Your new animal ears perk high as they pick up the faint call of another howl...her howl. Ember feral eyes stare towards the source of the cry, peering right back to the cracked door. Does this mean that your shewolf truly is waiting behind the door? Or could there be something else lying within the unusual void? You take the moment to consider your desires, panting in mild exhaustion as you find yourself still spilling some wolf seed here and there, convulsing in pleasure for a few minutes longer before making your move.