Andrea’s heart pounded wildly as she returned to the table. She dropped off the drinks at the
table. “Be right back,” she whimpered to a confused Megan.
She looked at her hands and saw the cuticles sliding slowly up blackened fingernails, which were
themselves growing thick and sharp. She rushed into the bathroom, into the handicapped stall.
Her whole body itched now and she pulled down her pants and undergarments. What had been a neatly-
trimmed pubis was now alive with writhing black hairs that crackled as they grew. She pulled up her
shirt to see hair growing on her belly.
Realization came quickly. My God, I was bitten by a WEREWOLF. Oh God, NO!!
Andrea choked back a sob as she pulled off the rest of her clothes. That seemed to help somewhat as the
itch was replaced with a tickling burning sensation. Bushy wads of thickening hair filled her armpits and
crotch, but a gossamer lacework of soft down seemed to be darkening all over her.
Naked, trembling, Andrea sat down on the toilet seat. The bones of her feet cracked and popped as they
lengthened, the nails extended into heavy black claws. She felt her muscles bulging and flexing all over on
their own accord as they expanded into something much stronger. A tingling sensation passed
over her, and the growth of her fur accelerated.
Tears rolled down her face freely, but she managed to avoid crying out in fear. She got to her feet
whimpering and stared at the image in the mirror. Black fur covered everything but her face, and it
continued sprouting. Pressure built in her teeth and they lengthened into sharp white fangs. Fur appeared
on her face and steadily worked inward, covering her
light brown skin in thick glossy blackness. Now her nose and lips darkened. Ears stretched, pointed.
“No…please,” she moaned resignedly and braced herself.
With horrid crunching sounds, her face slowly pushed out into a wolven muzzle. The pain was
excruciating. Andrea’s moan deepened into inhuman growls. The final indignity came at the other end as her
spine extended into a two-foot long bushy tail.
Her body was then seized by an overwhelming orgasm as her transformation ended. Unable to control
herself, she howled.
She was hungry.
“Holy crap!!” and several variations on that theme were heard all over the bar.
“What the fuck was that?” asked Megan.
“I don’t know…but it doesn’t sound like anything I’ve ever heard. Sounds like it came from…where’s Andy?
“She dropped off the drinks like five minutes ago and went to the bathroom. You want me to –“
“I’ll go.”
Andrea rubbed her furry belly, still in shock over what had happened to her body. She had grown a foot
taller. Powerful muscles were covered by two layers of fur several inches thick. Her stomach growled
painfully and her instincts told her that human flesh was her prescribed main course.
If I go out there, I am going to kill and eat at least one person. Please, please, nobody come in!!
She knew that she had to get out of there somehow, eventually; someone was going to have to use the
bathroom. She looked up to the window. It was high and small, but it was the only way. Sharp claws dug
into concrete blocks, lifting her up. With a cry of rage, she shattered the glass and tore out the window
from its frame. Andrea’s paws dug into the soil outside and pulled herself painfully through the narrow
opening. She howled again, this time in victory, and ran off into the nearby wood.
“Excuse me ladies, male coming in!!”
Nobody seemed to be in there.
“Andy?” All the stalls were open except for the last one. He got down on one knee and saw his
girlfriend’s clothes – a pair of white jeans, light blue panties, red and white striped blouse, and Topsider
shoes.
David slid under the wall, and saw the window broken open. Coarse black hairs over a foot long were
stuck in the frame.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed.