"This is dumb," said Runt, "This isn't what werewolves look like."
"It's not meant to be look real. It's meant to look like a costume."
"But it won't be very convincing."
"Yes it will. It'll be real. It'll look more realistic than the movies."
Runt grumbled to himself. "So, you want to stay human-ish, except for a wolf's nose, ears, feet and tail?"
"Yeah. And make me a bit hairier too. But they have to be able to recognise me."
Runt sighed. I let my clothes fall to the ground. Left was sat on the sofa, watching me. He stared at me and I liked it. I was starting to become
very proud of my body, since it was looking so much better.
Runt stroked his chin as he looked at me, pondering how to go about it. Tentatively, he stepped forward and grabbed my nose. He carefully
pushed it back, widening and flattening it into a black, canine nose. I gave it a sniff. Then he grabbed my ears and pulled them out into large,
wolfish ears. He opened my mouth and pulled my teeth into doggy fangs. He gave my hair a tousle and pulled out a thick, chin-strap beard.
I looked at my face in the mirror. I looked just like a wolf-man from an old horror serial, except naturally it was seamless. I poked my face
curiously and let out an involuntary growl.
I yelped when I felt Runt grab my ass. He pulled out a long tail that began to wag. Then he began to rub my ass cheeks, teasing out thick,
brown fur. He moved down my legs and to my feet, until my legs were covered in fur. Then he moved round to my front and pulled my toes. My
feet became large, flat paws. My tail wagged harder.
Then he moved up to my cock.
"What are you doing?" I asked, "I'm gonna put clothes on. Nobody will see that."
"I hope to see it later," he said, taking it into his mouth. I blushed. Runt and I had been sexual before but only ever in the context of
transformation. This was the first time he'd properly flirted with me about the idea of sex for its own sake. A voice at the back of my mind
wondered if I should be rejecting his advances, but it made to me too hot and flustered to care. The prospect of being Runt's boyfriend was
starting to appeal to me.
As he sucked my cock, my pubic hair began to spread. It was becoming thicker and more fur-like, and was spreading up to cover my torso. I
began to moan in pleasure. The fur spread along my arms and down to my hands. I curled my fingers and felt my nails become sharp, black
claws. Soon, my body was completely covered in fur, except for my face. And Runt was breathing more muscle into me. I felt strength coarse
through my veins. I panted gruffly with pleasure and as I came I couldn't help howling at the ceiling.
Runt wiped my cum from his lips. Looking down, my cock had grown a sheath that was fused to my stomach and my balls were thick with fur.
As I watch, my huge cock gently disappeared back inside. I felt it tentatively.
I took a few moments to admire myself in the mirror. My muscular physique, the way the tail complimented my ass, my gigantic feet, my long
tongue. I panted in glee. I pulled on a pair of boxers, admired that for a moment, then found an old pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. I clawed a
few large tears in each and pulled them on. They were enough to keep my modest, but showed off as much of my body as I dared. I worried for
a moment that it was too convincing, but I loved it too much to ask Runt to change it.
I said goodbye to Left and Right and headed for the door. Runt was waiting there. For the first time, he was wearing proper clothes. He was
smart in a pinstripe suit and a bowler hat, but made room for his horns and tail.
"What are you wearing?" I asked.
"My costume," he said, "I'm a demon."
I opened my mouth to object, but had to admire him. He looked very sexy in that suit.
"C'mon," he said, "It's about time you introduced me to your friends."