"Hey Rachel," the voice came again, "Hey-Hey Rachel!"
I recognized the voice, but even if I hadn't, a breeze blew toward me, wafting the scent of my friend, Cassidy to my heightened senses.
She was a nice girl, albeit one who could be clueless some times. Naturally, she didn't know about me, or my condition. I couldn't help but think this was probably not the time for her to find out, either.
I turned my head and waved, saying, "Hey, Cass!" My voice had already begun to modulate slightly deeper, and had a rough undertone. I had to get away from her, from everyone, because revealing my secret here on campus could get a lot of people killed, not the least of which was me. Now trapped with the moon beaming down at me, all I could to was hope to slow the change, which itself was a futile effort out in the open. I was pouring sweat, and I felt my fangs beginning to fully extend. I felt the familiar tingle of fur, and heard the characteristic rustle as it began to blossom, hair by hair, from my cleavage.
"Yo, Rachel!" Cassidy said. I could hear her picking up her pace, now she was jogging after me. My stomach cramped as I struggled to resist the call of the wolf and the heat of the moon. Damn, she was persistent!
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Meanwhile, back at their off-campus house, Melanie stood at the curtains of the bedroom window. She'd picked the house for its perfect view of the night sky. While she could have gone elsewhere to change, she preferred the safety of being in her own house. Transforming in privacy kept her secret safe from inadvertent discovery, a fate she hoped Rachel would avoid as well.
The first beams hit her skin, causing Melanie to let out a low growl, an instinctive sound. She flicked off the light switch, intensifying the moonlight's effect, as now it was the only illumination of the room.
She pulled the curtains aside violently, bathing her body in the transformative rays. In stark contrast to Rachel, rather than resisting, she urged her changes forward, and her body responded. Her curly red ringlets grew down her back, and her ears stretched, warping pointed, poking through her hair. Her mouth grew fang filled, her jaw sliding outward slightly to accomodate her larger teeth.
She gasped and growl-moaned as fur raced from her crotch, up her abdomen, blossoming lightning fast. Her small breasts swelled, gaining both mass and fur as two more complementary smaller sets popped from her torso.
Her back bowed as her spine snapped, giving her a slightly hunched posture. Her button nose grew dark and leathery, and her forehead thickened, receding backward slowly as the vestiges of a muzzle began to push outward from her face.
Musk and cum ran down her thighs as her crotch twitched and vibrated, pulsing as it too changed in the moonlight. Her fingernails and toenails blackened, turning into deadly talons as fur raced down her legs and arms. Her appendages grew thicker with mass and muscle.
Her muzzle snapped outward, and the hulking beast howled an almost deafening howl, the change complete. The pixie-like, freckled redhead that had stood naked in the room only moments before was gone, replaced by something most would assume only existed in the annals of horror movies, the only resemblance to Michelle being in the color of the fur.
The beast uttered a growling sound. In the language of the werewolf, it said, "Rachel, where are you?"