Wendy stumbled over the thin strip of manicured lawn that separated the highway and the forest beyond. Her hands began to spasm as she reached a spot several feet into the tree line that should provide all the privacy she needed. Wendy's skin was burning up, her irises yellowing, her body dripped with sweat. In frustration she started tugging at her clothes for relief. "Shit, there really is no stopping it..." mused the new lycanthrope.
She suddenly recalled the need to keep her clothes in tact for her reversal. She panicked as she attempted to unfasten the buttons on her blouse, her fingers had lengthened as a result of the spasming. Her delicately manicured nails began to harden, darkening and lengthening slowly as she clumsily fumbled with her top button.
"Oh God no!" she said in a gruff voice as her new talon-like claw shredded the fabric on the top of her shirt. It was basically ruined at this point, and angrily she dug her claws into what remained and pulled down. Her bra was destroyed in the process, and her bosom bounced into view, dark brown nipples fully erect. Still the burning need to be free of her jeans overcame her, no sense saving them if she'd have to explain the shirt to Marco.
Hooking her thumbs inside the waistline of her expensive designer jeans, Wendy flexed her arms and hands until she heard the sound of tearing fabric. In a second she was free of her jeans, and her satin panties were all that covered her changing body. Wendy was free enough for now, and she was determined to enjoy the rest of the changes and think of how to explain her clothing to Marco after.
Mentally surrendering to the emerging werewolf seems to have helped, the small tickle of pleasure that had been present was intensifying as she basked in her rebirth.
"Ooooohhhh my Gawrrd!" she half growled, her voice inhuman and bestial now. "rrYess!" she uttered as the spasms that had racked her hands began in other areas of her body. A thin layer of fuzzy black hairs began to grow, Wendy relished the blossoming of her jet black fur. It began simultaneously on the back of her hands and lower arms, between her breasts, and curled around her soaking panties, her wiry muff becoming a tangle of rich black fur. She ran the index claw of her right hand across the thin line of fabric that held her panties to her hips, and they too fell off leaving Wendy entirely nude under her first full moon as a werewolf.
A salty, rust-like taste in her mouth alerted Wendy to changes in her dental configuration. Investigating with her tongue, she noticed at once her canines were sharper than usual. They were longer than usual too, still growing into the menacing fangs like those she'd seen her coven sisters sporting. She ran her fingers through her thick black hair on the side of her head to her ears. They were streacking and coming to points, and within moments extended past her dishelveled hair. Her body trembled all over in delight and carnal pleasure brought on by her forced change. For Wendy, a woman who thrived on control in her personal and professional life, the inability to control her transformation was a terrifying thrill.
The black fuzz that crept over her skin slowly had lengthened into full blown fur, and her hips began to reconfigure, forcing Wendy to double over. Her changing hands and feet accelerated, turning into paws, and pressure built up above her tail bone. Her long vestigial tail bone had been called upon to fulfill it's original purpose, and a small but rapidly growing tail emerged from Wendy's hindquarters. It was also covered in bushy black fur, it wagged freely as she watched it grow.
Wendy scowled, her fully developed fangs popping into view momentarily, as she felt a pressure building behind her face. Soon it began to stretch, and she crossed her eyes as she watched it lengthen into a canine muzzle. All of the feelings inside Wendy, all the energy which carried her through this transformation causing pleasure and delight, all these things overwhelmed Wendy as she came fiercely, her changes ending in a wondrous finale.
"Yessssss!" said Wendy. Instead of any intelligible word, all that emerged from her muzzle was a long, drawn out howl.
Wendy quickly discovered she was confined to all fours, she hadn't counted on changing all the way but it felt alright. Her howl had also made her aware that she had lost the power of verbal speech. Not that she'd need that tonight she laughed. A nasally growl emerged. Wendy felt terrific, and wondered how to spend her night now that the long awaited transformation had been fulfilled. Taking the shredded remains of her clothes in her mouth, she started deeper into the woods, lonely but content to be a werewolf in a forest during the full moon.