You feel your cock swelling in your pants, and in your mind, the urge
starts to grow. You are more than a regular werewolf who needs to bite
someone to infect them. Your very semen is infectious, and you've
always been a rather randy werewolf, but this is beyond that.
New knowledge presses into your mind as you tear open your pants,
your cock pushing out hard through your boxers and twitching and
quivering in the moonlight, bristling with freshly growing fur as you
growl eagerly, loving the sensation of it in the moon's light, and
your whole transformation comes faster.
You know that in this place, all it takes is to be touched by your
seed, and any human would be infected. Not only that, but you know
that the transformation will be instant, with no incubation needed.
The doubling seems to have affected your mind; you've always hidden
from the moon, and always endeavored to keep others safe, but now..now
you want to infect. Now you LOVE this.
The hotdog vendor backs away slowly, unable to avoid staring at your
cock, hard and already dripping with precum, and you take your padded
hand and stroke it once, then twice as it jumps in your hand. Your
tongue hangs out of your muzzle as your growl and gasp, aiming at him.
You swell and shoot, and...