I took a padded hand and wrapped it, just barely around my cock. I enjoyed the sensation. Bringing my hand up and down over it, I let out a moan, surprised at how different this felt when I wasn't human. I started to go faster, thinking back over the years how I had ruined part of my life for this one thing. It felt so good, I couldn't stop, but I didn't want to go on masturbating, not after what I had gone through.
I took my had off my big, quivering, pink cock, and looked at myself again, ignoring the sexual overdrive. "I just went through 3 years of panic and resentment because I wanted a bigger cock. And after I fix myself, I come back later and end up changing myself even more." I glanced in my mirror, I was scarry, a seven foot tall, jet black, athleticly built, werewolf. "Am I just not satisified with myself? Is it ok to do this now that I can change myself back without any problems?"
"Is this human?" I brought my hand back down to my cock, now thinking about all the stories about shamans, druids, and half-human half-animals I had heard over my life. Going faster again, "Is there a moral to this? Am I just experimenting, wondering about all the 'What-Ifs', in the world?"
I ghasped as I came a little, "Then its very human to do this," I said as I stroked myself very quickly, "I'm asking questions and look for answers." I "Woofed" as I came again, leaving a white-ish spot on my chest.