Nate had been feeling anxious all day long. He was having trouble focusing on his classes. All he could think of was what had happened the night before and wondered if he could find the soda machine again. He wanted to do it again, he knew that much for sure.
He arrived at the apartment that evening and walked in, catching the first glimpse of his roommate, Ben, who was walking from the kitchen back to his room.
"Hey," said Nate.
"Hey," mumbled back Ben, still recovering from the night before. Nate suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Before he could say anything, Ben disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him.
Nate went into his room, dropping his backpack off to the side and closing the door behind him. Suddenly a strong pain hit him in the gut, causing him to drop to his knees.
No, it's not possible, he thought. Still, he quickly pulled off his clothes, not wanting to damage another set.
His body was racked with feelings of intense pain, but yet at the same time, he was finding an almost erotic pleasure in it. Nate took deep breaths as he felt the familiar changes come over him. Would he be like this every night now, or was it because he had wanted to change again? He felt the familiar itching sensation as his fur grew in again. He looked over into the full length mirror on the wall to watch his changes. He saw his face darken and then become covered in the same brown fur. He smiled a bright, wide smile and watched his teeth slowly start to grow out into fangs again.
He cried out as his bones re-aligned and his feet stretched out into digigrade paws. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Nate, you okay in there?" It was Ben. The door slowly opened.
Oh god, he can't find he like this, Nate thought. But it was too late. Ben peeked around the corner and saw Nate, in mid transformation, covered head to toe in brown fur, with clawed hands and digigrade paws. Sharp fangs jutting from his yet unchanged face.
"Ben, I..." said Nate, in a low deep growl.
"It was you? Last night...you...you son of a bitch!" exclaimed Ben.
"Ben, I'm sorry..." he replied, still taken aback by his deep voice.
The next wave of changes hit him as his chest barreled out and his face pushed into a snout.
Ben stood in awe as he watched the changes finish. He slowly approached the once again werewolf Nate. Nate slowly rose up onto his new feet and watched Ben approach.
He reached out and ran his hand through Nate's fur, his eyes looking over every inch of his transformed body.
"This is amazing, beautiful even," said Ben. "I was scared shitless last night, but seeing you like this now, I'm awestruck."
Nate tried to reply, but all that came out were growls.
"It's okay, buddy. Let's just keep this between us," said Ben, walking over and closing the bedroom door again. "Now then, how did this happen?"