I was about to answer her-truthfully, I was quite ready to let her turn me. Maybe it was her musk, maybe it
was the effect of the wish for everyone to be submissive to her..maybe it was just that I knew it was a
fantasy come true. But then the door opened.
Immediately, Veronica pulled back from me slightly, muttering under her breath. We both looked to see who'd
broken the mood of our moment.
It was a young woman, probably in her early twenties. She had very curly, dark brown hair that hung on her
shoulders. She was stocky-built, not really what someone would call "fat", but she was certainly thick, with
broad shoulders in particular. She wore a pair of slacks and a white button-down shirt, as well as a thick
pair of glasses.
"Umm..hi.." she said rather nervously as she looked around, noticing that there were no customers, no music,
and no employees around.
Veronica hopped up and drew her robe closed. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Yeah..I was looking for a job..are you guys maybe hiring for a bartender?" the woman asked.
Veronica smiled. "I think you could make a fine stripper, to be honest. What's your name?"
The woman looked confused and slightly embarrassed. "I..no, I don't think I have the body for that..plus, I
can't really dance.. I..I can mix drinks though, and I will seriously work every night if you want. I don't
mind working at a place like this..actually, I kind of like the idea.."
Veronica smiled very indulgently. "What's your name, hon?"
"Meagan," she replied.
"Meagan, I think you most definitely could be a stripper. Don't sell yourself short. We're undergoing an image
change here..in fact, you could say everything about this place is changing," she glanced at me with a smirk.
"And..quite frankly, with a little training, you could be one of our exotic girls."
The woman still seemed unsure. "I..no, I can't even dance..and I'm super self-conscious."
"You don't have to dance..it's not so much about the dance..you just have to be able to lose yourself in the
moment, to lose all your control. In that moment, you'll find that the clothes just shred right off of your
body as you embrace the passion of being something incredible."
"I really wish I could understand that mindset," Meagan said.
"I can help you with that," Veronica said, opening her robe again and letting it drop to the floor.
Immediately, the woman's eyes widened. "You're..wow.." she took a halting step toward Veronica, and her mouth
hung open slightly. She was clearly mesmerized. My wish seemed to have worked.
"All the answers you seek are right here," Veronica said, gesturing to her mound and smiling widely.
Meagan walked up to her with slightly glassy eyes which were evidence of some form of mesmerism from my wish.
She leaned in and kissed Veronica deeply and let her hands wander over my wolf bitch's perfect human body.
Veronica allowed the kiss and touch for a bit, then pulled back from her. She reached out and gently pushed on
Meagan's shoulders, guiding her to her knees, her vagina level with Meagan's face. "Now drink..and embrace
perfection," Veronica commanded. Her eyes flared bright yellow, and she wrapped her hands in Meagan's curly
locks. She pulled the woman's face tightly against her crotch and began to grind herself fiercely against her
young partner's eager mouth. Veronica gasped and growled as the girl who just wandered in looking for a job
used her tongue quite expertly on her. Her nails lengthened and dug into the girl's shoulders as she released
her hair, and a black swath of fur grew along her vulva as her legs gave out from pleasure.
Any pretense of Meagan being unwilling was completely lost as she pinned Veronica's rapidly swelling and fur-
growing legs, splaying them and continuing to deliver expert oral to the shewolf. Veronica hit a loud climax
before fully changing, and I watched Meagan's face get fully soaked in the werewolf cum that promised a quick
infection. As Veronica's changes rather quickly reverted and she came back over to me, Meagan simply stayed on
the floor, not speaking. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, even as she licked her lips. Her curly hair hung
wildly in her face, sweat-soaked.
Veronica smiled and whispered in my ear, "In a moment, a new werewolf will be born. It's taking hold of her
right now."