"You do what now?" asked the vendor.
"I....I...grrrrrrr," you say, struggling to speak as the primal force inside of you begins to come to the surface. You look down at your hands, seeing the fur poking through your skin.
"What the hell??" asks the vendor, backing away, but not running, still confused. "Buddy...I don't think that's normal!"
Your shirt splits as you bulk up, more fur blooming on your chest. You want to run from the moonlight, to stop the change, but you can't. Your face grows longer, and your shoes explode off of your feet as new talons rip through them.
You continue to grow larger and more menacing, larger than you ever have before. The power of the magic of your curse has been doubled, and your human mind is obliterated by the newfound power of the animal inside.
Moments later, your transformation is complete. You now stand 8 feet tall, and weigh 400 pounds, a bristling wolfish mass of fur and muscle, primed for killing. You find that you still have a consciousness that you didn't have before, and desires that you didn't have before, either.
The hotdog vendor finally decided to run, and you long to catch your prey, as he's the only living thing that you see in this area of the park, though you can smell others, both animal and human. Tonight, you vow, tonight will be the night that you claim this park as your own!