All around her, Carrie saw signs of the impending transformation of the patrons. The couples around her were nuzzling each other's necks, nipping gently, all the while staring skyward, eagerly anticipating the moon's rise.
Carrie felt flushed, suddenly, as though a slight fever had raced through her. Her nipples were rock hard, and she realized she was getting aroused, more aroused than she had ever been, anticipating their transformations. She glanced at her waitress, who was pulling her hair out of its ponytail, tossing her scrunchy on the table. Carrie saw a slight sheen of sweat on the girl's brow. Clearly, her animal side was beginning to press forward. "Fuck..." Carrie mumbled, wiping her own brow in sympathy, finding she was on the verge of breaking out in a sweat as well.
The waitress smiled at her knowingly. "You okay?" she asked, licking her lips, moving closer to Carrie now, sitting down in the chair next to her.
"I..I'm fine, I just feel a little.." Carrie trailed off.
"It's the pheremones," the waitress told her, "You're in a crowd of horny werewolves. Every woman on the patio is reeking of them. It's not uncommon for them to have an affect on normal humans. Maybe you ought to go inside. It's getting close to time."
All around her, the patrons were pulling off their rings and necklaces, laying them aside. Many of the women were taking off their tops, some sliding off their panties, but leaving their skirts on. All of the men had stripped to their boxers or tighty-whities. The affections between all of the couples or groups had become much more pronounced, as now deep kisses and blatant gropes were occuring.
Carrie was blazingly hot now, the pheremones having an undeniable effect on her. The waitress smiled now, leaning into Carrie, sniffing at her neck before whispering, "I...I can smell your pussy. You should probably go in NOW." There was a slightly husky tone to her voice. Carrie turned her head, and saw the first flecks of gold in the girl's eyes starting to appear.
"Maybe I want you to smell it," Carrie replied, kissing the waitress, overwhelmed now by her own lust. She guided the girl's hand under her skirt to her soaking slit. She began to grind herself against the fingertips of her spontaneous lover. "Maybe...I...I want you to taste it," she said, gasping as her first quick orgasm hit. "Maybe I want you to bite it," she said, pulling the waitress onto her lap.