Erica took off the coat she'd been wearing, dropping it to the floor. She wore a loosely fitting dress underneath, and if I recall correctly, it was black. "Let me just say this," she began, "Last night, I was furious at what you'd gotten me into. I really debated the merits of killing you. But then I got to thinking...why should I kill you? You've made me insatiable to men and women alike, given me an incredible strength and resiliency, boobs that grow from small," she gestured to her A-Cup chest, "to enormous at the drop of a hat, and the change feels fan-fucking tastic!"
"Wait," I said, interrupting her, "You've changed???"
"Yeah," she said, giggling, "You're gonna love this. I'd just finished licking Dr. Von Hauser's slit clean, getting myself completely infected in the process. Well, I apparently eat pussy like a pro, because she suddenly changed back into regular ol' Doc. We sit there, awkwardly staring at each other, not really sure what to say. Finally, Dr. Von Hauser decides to explain what the fuck happened, and consequently what I'd become. So anyway, she gets to the part about changing whenever you see the moon, even if it's just a picture. I asked her, 'what about my tattoo?' You see, Joe, I have a tatoo of a wolf howling at the moon on my right calf. A full moon. I flash it to Dr. Von Hauser, who promptly freaks out and turns back into Dr. Von Bitchinheat. I can't help myself; I glance down at my calf, and suddenly my pussy starts BOILING! I mean seriously boiling hot with lust. So now I go all wolf too, and we dyke out again, until we both change back."
I couldn't help it; the thought of both of them changing and fucking was turning me on badly. "Wow, " I said, at a loss for words. "So then what?"
"Well, after I got home, I was still pissed at you, but I happened to calm down. This morning, I woke up...and as luck would have it, I glanced at my tatoo as I got ready for work. I probably wouldn't have been able to change back, except that I have a rottweiler named Spunky living with me," she blushed for a moment, "Let's just say he lived up to his name."
"Woah," I simply said, still turned on by even the thought of this auburn-haired girl getting banged by a rottweiler as she turned into a werewolf. Man, was I THAT pervy?
"So that got me to thinking. Here I am, relatively low-paid and ignored in the world at large. But now I've been graced with a ridiculously powerful condition, and one that doesn't even require me to see a REAL full moon. Seriously, there's no way that ANYONE can prevent me from changing at ANY time!" She was laughing, grinning from ear to ear. "Even if they do, I doubt they'll be able to resist my musk, and soon enough, they'll be part of my pack."
"Wow," I said, finding myself really at a loss for words yet again. "You've really given this some thought, haven't you?"
"Oh yeah," she replied, "There's seven more days until the next legit, inescapable full moon. I plan to give everyone I can this gift of mine for the next week. This shit's gonna spread like wildfire. One week from tonight, half this city's gonna howl, and I'm gonna be one of the most powerful people here!"
"Sounds fun. Who're you gonna start with?" I asked.