Though part of me wanted to run, the rest of me couldn't. This was MY wish that had done this, and I wanted to see it. This was my dream coming true. Real life lycanthropy was here, and it was because of me!
"Christ I'm so fucking HOT!" Arnold's father Fred said, seemingly unaware of his newly grown talons as he tore his shirt open, salt and pepper fur sprouting on his chest.
"Ohh...ahh..grr..oh!" Mutter-moaned Judy, Arnold's mother as she cast her robe to the ground, one hand lightly massaging her throbbing and twitching vagina, a line of black fur running up her stomach.
"I feel so...STRONG!" Arnold said, seeming to be the only one really comprehending what was going on. "Yesrr! Yeshh!" he said, as fangs grew, muddling his speech. He turned to me, smiling broadly with a fang-filled mouth, flexing his bulging muscles, shredding his clothing as his body gained mass.
All three fell to the ground in what seemed to be ecstasy, groaning, growling, and moaning, writhing as their bodies shifted. Though interested in the effect of the changes on a man, I couldn't help but be more intrigued by watching Arnold's mom changing.
I'd found her fairly attractive before, as she was a well-maintained older woman. But now, with her on all fours just a couple of feet away, her body reshaping itself in front of me, she was more than attractive, she was beautiful. I could see every twitch of every muscle in the bright moonlight, and the sound of her muscles and bones popping, combined with her moans and growls of pleasure were like a song in my ears. The scent of her musk was assaulting my nostrils, and I felt myself growing hard.