I wanted to turn into... well, I still really wanted to turn into a werewolf... all that muscle, all that power...
Suddenly I felt a surge tear through me like a bolt of lightning, I gripped my chest and doubled over, panting. Every part of my body was tingling.
The next jolt tore at me like knives through my flesh—I reared back and my shirt burst open from newly bulging muscle, exposing a shock of grey fur. I groaned—or was it growled—as I felt the fur, and the muscle, spread across my body, over my back, down my arms and legs, up my neck. My jeans twisted and shredded as well, freeing my tail, as my legs grew with muscle and altered in shape, my toes becoming large paws, kicking free my shoes. My cock thrust out of its sheath like a weapon, as I groaned and growled in pain and ecstasy—muscle continued to grow, mass and definition visible even under my thick dark fur. Finally that fur rushed up from my neck to cover my face, my ears changing and moving, and I let out an unearthly howl as my skull pushed forward into a snout.
Stopped, panting again, this time with a thin tongue spilling over large fangs. I looked down at my giant, clawed hands. I felt, heard my blood coursing through my body, through my muscle, through my cock. My ears and tail twitched.
All this, and I yearned for something different still? What could it be? What could I do?
Suddenly it hit me, and the knives tore at me again, this time at my waist. Something strained beneath the fur at my hips, and suddenly they burst forth: two forelegs, rapidly growing in size to match my others, as my body stretched, twisted, popped into a new shape. I fell forward, limbs flailing. The last shards of denim, freed at last, drifted to the floor.
I gathered my paws beneath me and stood, raising my torso, turning towards the mirror.
A huge wolftaur peered back at me. We grinned.
My cock swung below me, harder and hungrier than ever. I knew I had to hunt, not for food, but for prey of a different, and hopefully eager, sort...