You peer out the window of your room looking for someone to test the flashlight on, spotting a familiar face grabbing his newspaper off the front porch, Jack, your elderly neighbor adorned in his flannel and favorite overalls. Jack was the sweetest man on the block, a decade widowed from his wife, Jack always loved to bake for the block, his cute little grey bearded face being the very first you met when you moved in. Old Man Jack is the furthest person you could think of from the massive furry slob promised to you in the video, he’d be perfect for a trial run of the SCP-EXTR3M3F4TFUR.
You scramble down the stairs to your neighbors porch and knock on his door, gripping the maroon flashlight in hand, second thoughts about potentially cursing the nicest man in the world fill your mind. After a moment the door slowly open to the familiar face of Jack. “Davey!” He exclaims happily, completely unaware about what’s about to happen, “what are you doing here.” You don’t give yourself a moment to hesitate you flip the flashlight on bathing Jack in a green light. His stare goes blank as he begins to moan in pleasure, “fuuuccckkk,” a word you never expected to hear out of Jacks mouth. You see his cock stand erect tenting against his overalls, double taking at how big it appeared to be, even before his transformation. You watch sweat begin to pour down your elderly neighbors. You watch in shock as he opens his mouth to pant like a dog, revealing rows of sharp fangs and canine-like tongue. His whole body begins to expand growing taller and wider, his clothes clinging to sweaty pelt, exposing every fold as he grows larger and large, until his shirt lies in tatters on the concrete, exposing his massive apron of fur-covered flab. His shoes burst open into a pair of size 20 monsters, complete with filthy fungus covered claws dotting his toes.. His trademark overalls somehow still intact, somehow growing with him, straps only vaguely covering jacks pepperoni nipples dotting his moobs, leaking a yellowed-milk like substance down his belly. Grey fur matching his hair begins to crawl its way over his face, pushing its way out into a muzzle, complete with fat jiggly cheeks and a double-chin . What was once your sweet old man neighbor is now a fat 700lb, 7 ft werewolf
The flashlight turns off as the transformation completes and you stare at your creation, admiring him. Looking at the way his overalls wet with precum and piss, hug his thick thighs and how they hug his new baseball sized balls next to what you can make out as a massive sheathe housing his fat werewolf cock. Noticing you staring, a loud wet burp escapes the geriatric werewolf’s muzzle sending ripples down his body, he places his bear like mitts on your shoulder. Jack’s farts cut through the silence, the scent combining with his BO leaving your human senses overwhelmed and you doubled over gagging. “Say Davey, why don’t you come inside, i just made some fudge,” Jack says with a toothy grin.
You pause for a moment you know the truth but false memories enter your brain as reality begins to shift. Jack’s never been human since you’ve moved nearby, the whole neighborhood knows old wolfman Jack to be the filthiest, fatest pervert around, always hunting for a young new boyfriend. Rumors abound of a house filled with porn and rooms filled with sex toys ready for company. You also recall repeated warning to never eat anything the werewolf offered you. “Come on faggot, I ain't gettin’ any younger,” the plus-sized grey werewolf says laughing beaconing you inside once again.