You feel a bit muddled trying to come to a decision on how to spend your coming night. It dawns on you that you've become oddly disoriented while you have been pacing the room, stunned how much your bare skin glistens with beads of sweat since aimlessly meandering. And yet; sore as your muscles suddenly appear to be from your short pacing, you have started to feel a swell of energy that provokes you to remain active, feeding your primal fascinations. You feel you should really focus on something else than this, but now that you have taken notice of how strong this desire has grown, you are unable to stop yourself from clenching your fists and tilting your head back; gritting your teeth and letting a gruff growl rolling from your throat.
This urge. This wild energy. You know exactly how you want to feel tonight; how to act. You know what animal desires you wish to explore, the hunger growing; wishing you could run into real woodlands and cast aside your human self for something canine, a predator.
It almost feels too real how the tips of your fingers and toes, the inside of your mouth starts to ache from sharp protrusions, imagining as if you were really starting to sprout animal claws and fangs.
Your beastly thoughts break for a moment caught off-guard by the sudden rouse of a canine howl bellowing from outside your house. The howl pulls you to your window enraptured by the beastly song, unabashed from anyone potentially seeing your nude body as you stand in attention; instinctively postured on your oddly throbbing toes. Your breathing quickens, eyes wide and watery from a strange heat behind them, scanning the neighborhood for any sign of the howl's source. Your excitement becomes so intense you are nearly unaware of the sudden popping of your spine pressing against your back, the vertebra stretching down enough to start pushing a small lump of wiggling fleshing out from above your wagging rump.
The odd yet pleasing ache manages to bring you back to your senses, albeit only enough to realizing you might not be imagining such physical movements and throbbing. Your sweltering eyes snap down to your hands grasping the window sill, and you wheeze a panting gasp to find your nails cracked away; thick claw tips grown in their place. You quickly look down to your feet stunned to see similar curved points, settled on the tips of toes that have swollen into something shapely like animal paws. Shaky hands reach back to feeling the protruding ridges of your arching spine, letting out a yelp as you carefully fondle the sensitive lump of wiggling flesh that immediately starts to pinch and slowly lengthening little by little into a small yet lively appendage; a tail.
This can't actually be happening, can it? You couldn't really be turning into an animal; a beast. You must have nodded off somewhere in your contemplative pacing dreaming all this. Or maybe you are suffering from a sudden fever causing some sort of hallucination. Maybe this is just an overactive imagination?
Yet; you can't help but admit, this sudden metamorphosis feels surprisingly nice...and arousing.
Another howl cries outside reclaiming your attention, your small tail standing on end before flickering in an jubilant wag. Your thoughts begin to struggle between holding onto control of yourself and relenting to the primal needs that urge you to submit and embrace whatever animal you appear to be transforming into. But; is this something you truly want?