Jen's face stung from the slap. She'd been hit by her mother more than a few times, but she'd never had the courage to fight back. Now, however, everything was different.
"You want to know what's going on, Mom?" Jen said, rage boiling in her voice," You want to know what's going on, Dad?" She was making pointed eye contact, staring them down. She wanted them to see the animal inside of her, wanted them to know fear.
"You little bitch! You had better watch your tone!" Her mother's face was red, and she swung again at Jen, hitting her quite solidly across the other cheek.
"You're right on one count, Mom," Jen said, laughing as she slid her hand down the front of her skirt, and into her panties. "I AM a bitch, but it's YOU who ought to watch..urrgghh..," she moaned as her body began to change,"...ghh..YOUR TONE!! Grrrr..."
"What the HELL?" her parents simultanueously yelled, not believing what was happening, perhaps not noticing right then.
A ripping sound came from Sam's direction, and they shifted their attention momentarily to their son, who was staring at their daughter, cock in hand, rapidly masturbating as his body changed, shredding his clothes.
Perhaps it was shock, perhaps disbelief, perhaps even a bit of primal arousal that kept Bob and Barbara at the table that night, watching their children transform into beasts. Or perhaps it was simply a lack of a survival instinct. Many humans lack a true survival instict any more, particularly the middle aged ones.
But for whatever reason, they watched the whole thing, from start to finish. The two werewolves that had been their children only minutes before stood up from the floor, staring down their parents.
"Oh....shit..." was all either of the parents could muster. Somewhere in the backs of their minds, both parents reflected on how important it was to be nicer to their children. Both of them knew however, that it was most likely too late. Tears welled in their eyes as they begged for forgiveness to their bestial children.