"Oh, Edgar," said Marilyn, leaving the car.
The beastly beauty moaned seductively, as a tail grew out from under her skirt.
That was enough for Edgar as he rushed to the phone booth owned by the Crushland Telephone and Telegraph Inc.
"Operator," he started, he never finished, dropping the recieved as a shooting pain seared through him.
He reached for the reciever, with the full realization that it was his turn to transform. It was in vain, the operator, had hung up. He tried to call again, but soon gave up. Marilyn was outside the phone booths. His instincts were now overriding his logic. He knew it, knew he was in trouble, but he knew he didn't care, for now.
His clothes tightened as he increased in size, his new burly body at odds with his formally well fiting clothes. He stumbled outside of the telephone booth, falling to the ground. He was aware of Marilyn, gently caressing him.
She had finished her transformation. She was covered with a fine coat of fur, her hair and seductive looks still coming through her wolfish appearance. Edgar noticed he found the soft fur, three sets of boobs, wolf ears and tail almost as attractive as her natural assets.
He suddenly screwed up his eyes, when he reopened his eyes his saw the world in black and white.
"I'm becoming a wolf now," he thought, passionately pulling Marilyn down, and rolling on top of her.
His thoughts became muddled, but he was very much aware of the transformation as it ran its course.
He ripped off Marilyn's sweater and skirt.
A fierce itching as the hair atop his head became shaggy, he grew a stick stubble, and a coarse coat spread over his body.
He fumbled with his belt.
His hand's grew claws, and became slighly less dextile.
A pain in his lower back, as a large tail burst out the back of his pants.
He took off his shirt.
His ears grew hairy and pointed.
He grabbed her breasts, and kissed her once more.
His feet burst out of his shoes.
They howled in joy.
It was done.