*I can't do this!* thought John *I'm married! I can't do this on our honeymoon...then again, I can't let this chance slip...Oh hell with it, Just do it once, Carrie will never know!* He smiled and gave out a wolf-whistle.
Lolita doubled over, holding her head. Fur sprouted over her body. Her tiny shoes exploded as her dainty feet grew to huge wolfpaws, her painted red nails turned to sharp claws. Her dress ripped as her body grew bulkier and her breasts grew to massive size. Her long hair grew and scraggily. Her face was now a cartoon wolf, with a long cartoon muzzle, sharp teeth, wild eyes, and bushy eyebrows.
"Y'know John," she said in a still sexy but more gravelly voice "There's a long tradition of monsters turning on their creators.."
"Well I think we must uphold that tradition, mustn't we?" replied John. giving her a wink.
Lolita lunged at John, tounge hanging out