"I didn't want it to really be this way, Chad," Justine says, kicking her shoes off. "I swear. Usually, we get these drunk assholes up here, and it's obvious what they want. I don't have a problem with what we did to them...but.." she struggled to compose herself, even as she slipped her jeans and shirt off, standing only in her bra and panties. "Look...the change usually takes a few minutes. If...umm..if you haul ass now, you might stand a chance." She glanced over at Lisa and Marsha, who were eagerly undressing each other. "I...I..I'm sorry, Chad," She says, reaching out to hug you, and for some reason, you let her. You hear a growl on the other side of the fire, and you see Lisa has buried her face between Marsha's thighs. Marsha looks over at the two of you, snarling, her teeth becoming fangs. Justine shudders, her eyes beginning to turn a bright amber color. "You need...need to run...when..my..alpha changes...I can't hold it back."
"Let me stay with you," you tell Justine, grabbing her hand, which is boilingly hot to the touch.
"You..you..don't...mean that," Justine says, her voice getting raspy. She's begun to hyperventilate. Meanwhile, Marsha was continuing to shift. Her arms were now covered in fur, and her breasts had as well. Her nails were talons, which she eagerly ran along the back of Lisa as it popped and reshaped.
"Yes I do," you reply, pulling her in close, kissing her deeply on the mouth. Her fangs had begun to sprout, and you feel them cut into your tongue. You realize there really was no turning back now. You pull back away, seeing the look of confusion on her face.
"Wha...wha...you...do?" she pants, struggling to form words now that her mouth is filled with fangs. Her eyebrows knit together, and a line of blonde fur begins to blossom on her chest. Her brow thickens, and her face begins to pulsate. A popping noise becomes audible; you realize it's the sound of her tissues reshaping.
Her bra strains under her widening shoulders, then falls away. Her breasts shrivel slightly, then two more sets blossom further down her torso. Marsha is almost completely lupine now, having pulled away from Lisa to complete her changes in a more comfortable position.
Justine tears at her panties, giving you a full view of her quivering muff, blossoming yellow fur, quivering madly, dripping estrus. More popping and snapping sounds can be heard, and Justine slumps forwards slightly as her tail blossoms outward. Her face slides forward now, her nose turning black and soon she has a muzzle on her fur-covered face.
And then you realize it: You're alone with three werewolves who've abandoned their human forms. This is still a very dangerous situation, even if you have been infected.