"I heard that you change when you hear a certain phrase," I told her. Her reaction was swift. Her eyes widened
and I could see a few beads of sweat on her forehead. She brushed some stray hair out of her face nervously.
"You know it, don't you?" Cathy asked. I nodded. Technically no, I didn't...but all I had to do was say 'I
heard it was..' and the next phrase I uttered would be the magic words. She sighed heavily when I nodded.
"Makes sense. It's painfully obvious where your questions have been leading."
"Am I THAT trasparent?" I smirked slightly sheepishly. It was fascinating, how her reality had subtly shifted
as my wishes had taken hold. She wasn't surprised at being a werewolf, just surprised that I knew. And once
she realized that I knew, she quickly figured out where things were going, or at least she assumed she did.
"Somewhat, Joey," she said. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't angry. She was virtually emotionally unreadable.
She was accepting of whatever was going to happen, it seemed.
"You want to see me change, don't you?" It was asked almost matter-of-factly, and I'll admit it shocked me a
bit.
"I'm thinking that I do, yeah," I replied. "I mean...you're a WEREWOLF. I've seen tons of movies, but I've
never seen it in person."
She smiled. "And you wouldn't mind seeing me naked, would you?"
I blushed. "No..I wouldn't."
"I don't hate the change," she said with a smile. It was almost predatory, holding a seductive quality.
"It's...overwhelming with the sensations, and sometimes it's a little uncomfortable, but I don't hate it. It's
why sometimes..I WANT the change."
"Really?" I asked, feeling almost a little short of breath from excitement.
She nodded. "Mmhmm..I hide when it happens, or at least try to. I run away if someone stumbles on the phrase,
because I don't want them to find out.But...you already know. And judging by your.." she paused, her eyes
wandering down to my crotch, then back up with a smile, "level of attention, you'd be MORE than ready to give
me some QUALITY uhhm...petting, shall we say?"
"You want me to fuck you?" I was almost totally rock hard. It was funny how even though I hadn't overtly
wished for it, she was behaving in a way I'd been hoping for. It was again a sign that my wishes would even be
a bit accomodating to my subconscious or unstated thoughts.
She nodded. "Sex is liberating to begin with, Joey. Sex when I've shifted into my other form..it's incredible.
And sex, even touching me WHILE I shift..." a hand drifted along her chest, brushing along the outside of her
shirt, causing her nipples to spring to attention, "mmmhh..." she sighed softly, "It's MIND-BLOWING."
"So you've had sex while you've shifted before?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yeah. Not exactly with willing participants though. Dogs are SURPRISINGLY accomodating once the
pheremones start to flow."
"Aunt Cathy, you work at the humane society.." I said, feeling a combination of arousal at her getting banged
by a dog, and a bit of revulsion."
"Yeah," she said with a smile. "Every now and then I'll bring a dog home with me for a day or two..either at
the full moon, or in a situation that I can hear the phrase..and get my jollies off."
"I would have figured that you'd have found a willing human," I said.
"Well..it's not exactly an open fetish," she replied. "It's not like there's such a thing as werewolf personal
ads. I've had a few humans, when I go out to the woods on full moon nights..but they rarely survive the
encounter."
"You fucking KILL them?"
"They run. It triggers the hunt response. Or they scream in terror. That shows weakness, and I can't fight my
instincts. I'm more dangerous during the full moon."
"I see," I said, considering that sex with her might be quite dangerous.
"So, Joey.." she said, getting up and closing the curtains before turning back to me, "Are you going to say
the phrase?"