John had undressed. He left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, finding Carrie undressed on the bed. John spotted several empty bean cans on the bed stand; she would be gassy tonight. Carrie let out a loud, wet fart to greet John. John sat down on the bed and stroked Carrie. He sniffed her crotch, his nose filling with pheromones. He began to stroke Carrie's boobs. Carrie's nails, teeth, and ears began to change. She let out an enormous fart. She let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the gas gurgle out of her butt. She inhaled deeply, smelling her own gas.
John thrust his erect penis into Carrie and began to screw her. Her landing strip turned into a fur coat and she bulked up. Her toned ass let out a series of small farts. It felt hot. Carrie tensed up her ass, trying to gather enough gas for the biggest, loudest fart of her life. Carrie could feel her snout growing out of her face. A powerful orgasm hit her. She reeled in ecstasy, struggling to not lose control of her butt.
Carrie felt her tail growing. The distracting sensation forced her to fight to keep her anus tensed. She could feel a huge supply of gas building up inside of her. How satisfying it would be to release it, how pleasurable, how kinky, how SEXY... but not just yet. She felt her legs restructure and wiggled her new paws. Her tits began to swell, warming her body with another orgasm. John watched with wonder as her four secondary breasts grew in. John was about to climax, and Carrie was approaching her final orgasm. John finally ejaculated, filling Carrie with cum. Carrie felt the first shockwaves of her climax; now was the time to release her fart. She relaxed anus and allowed the gas to bubble out. The fart was as loud as a sonic blast, causing the room to vibrate. Carrie filled the room with her post-chili aroma that John had grown to love. Carrie swelled with pride: the musk of her fart smelled even sexier mixed with her pheromones.
"Wow!" said John, "And I thought you were a great lover before! When you wolf out, you turn into a veritable pleasure machine."
"Want some more?" Asked Carrie.
"Well," said John, "I have to confess something first. I used to draw this werewolf nightclub singer..."
"Lolita Lupine." said Carrie.
"How did you find out about her?" asked John, "Never mind. The thing is, I ran into her after you disappeared. I guess you went off to turn yourself into a werewolf. Anyway, I ran into her and she invited me over to her place, and we... had fun. Now, before you get mad, let me explain myself. I hated myself for cheating on you, but Lolita's a werewolf. You know I have such a huge werewolf fetish. I was just fulfilling a need that I didn't think you could fulfill. But I was SO wrong! You're my one and only werewolf now! Who needs Lolita? You understand?"