Kate's Big Werewolf Problem

"HWOOOOO~!"

Kate could hear Gwen's final howl from miles away. There'd been several howls already--each wolfsong proving that another portion of human Gwen was destroyed and a new portion of the shewolf was born--but none shared the quality of this last one. It echoed through the hills and over the trees. It sang of triumph over mediocrity. It celebrated freedom and self-realization.

But all Kate could hear was the large black-furred shewolf ripping out of a tiny Korean teenager's body. Claws scything out of her fingertips. A tail surging out of her asshole, causing her to cum again and again. Fangs and a muzzle, rising from within her dainty face. And her pussy--oh God, the sight of her ripping pussy! She squatted, bulged and spread. Her genitals tore open with a long wet rrrrrrrip, and the big bad shewolf forced a massive lesbian boner to be born through Gwen's itty-bitty snatch, destroying her pussy and tenting her skirt with thick dick!

"Gwen didn't scratch me," Kate whispered fiercely between breaths. She dodged through a copse of trees, still running. "She didn't."

Gwen had grabbed Kate's wrist right when her transformation began. Maybe a claw had slipped out of Gwen's fingertip. Maybe not. Kate had felt a subtle, almost painless line drawn across her skin, but she'd found no blood nor any wound.

"She didn't. She didn't." Kate broke out of the treeline and ran onto a street so normal and mundane that it drew her up short. On a night such as this, what were people doing? Eating dinner? Watching primetime TV? They weren't facing werewolves. They weren't running for their lives. They didn't give a shit about the shining full moon.

Kate walked the rest of the way home, trying to calm down but inspecting her wrist over and over by moonlight. There was no sign of any scratch. There was no sign that Gwen had infected her. But she couldn't stop thinking about Gwen's last words to her.

"Your wolf will want to see my cock!"

Gwen's words were like a curse. She'd spoken them while waggling her immense dick back and forth beneath her skirt, and Kate could recall with intense detail the wet flapping of a cheerleader's skirt draped over a huge gay lady penis. She could remember smelling Gwen's pussy and the monster's cock--an almost overwhelming sexual stench. It gave her this twisted, terrible feeling in her groin, which she interpreted as anxiety.

If she were turned on, it'd mean she was becoming a beast. And Kate couldn't possibly be turned on by that nightmarish transformation, that thick shaft sliding out of her best friend's dripping pussy...

So she must not be a beast! She told herself over and over--Gwen didn't scratch her!

Kate hurried through an open gate, past a white wooden fence and up the walkway. A spare house key was stashed beneath the wicker doormat. She rushed through the door, flipped on the lights with manic haste, and locked the deadbolt behind her.

*Click* went the mechanism, and for the first time in an hour, Kate felt a modicum of real safety.

She leaned against the wall and breathed deeply, letting her racing heart slow to a crawl. She'd left her house keys and her phone in her gym locker, forgetting to grab them while escaping the school. Her family didn't own a landline, but there was still a slim hope for Gwen and Ms. Chase. If Kate could find Gwen's dead phone and charge it, she could call someone for help.

What kind of help though? She began her search in the living room, where her and Gwen had been gabbing early that morning before heading off to school. What kind of help?

Lycanthropy was real. Maybe it was known. Maybe it was understood. Maybe it was curable.

She could also check online, she realized, and after tossing the cushions onto the floor and tipping the couch to look underneath, she gave up on Gwen's phone. She ran back into her bedroom at the rear corner of the house, turned on the lights, opened her laptop, and hopped onto her bed to look. Everything seemed so bright and sane.

Google: "real werewolf"

Results: list articles talking about hypertrichosis, ergot poisoning, rabies, and European werewolf beliefs. None of it even close.

She opened up a chat client and typed into the message box: "help! i need someone to call 911. i dont have my phone and my friend was scratched by a werewolf"

She left it there for several dreadful seconds, then deleted it. Not a word was sent. It was all too ridiculous. Who would believe her? Nobody, fucking nobody!

She typed "real werewolf grows cock" into Google even though that query was only going to pull porn. Scrolling through the results--fanfics, dildo sites, horror sites, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Even with parental controls on, the results were worse than useless. She slammed her laptop closed and pushed it off the bed. It clattered harmlessly on the carpet, but the sound made her feel worse. Her composure was breaking. Adrenaline was pouring through her veins. She hadn't realized it until now, but she was boiling up and sweating. A panic attack? It had to be!

She covered her face and breathed deep. Behind her closed eyelids, she saw the crimson head of Gwen's werewolf dong sliding out from under her short little skirt. The foreskin peeled back behind that flared head, veiny and engorged, in the very act of fucking Gwen's pussy to pieces--

"Fuck!" Kate shouted into her palms, "I'm not a werewolf!"

She gritted her teeth. Blood was pounding in her temples. Shouting wasn't making this panic attack any less intense, and hiding her face was just encouraging her to remember the visceral details of her teacher and her best friend tearing off their skins to reveal werewolves.

Why did thinking about their giant cocks make her feel so incredibly awful? Kate couldn't answer the question. She hated it so much, this feeling, as if the shock of remembering monster dick was boiling up through her belly and into her chest. Squeezing down on it was a struggle. And didn't anxiety do all kinds of physiological things? She concluded that it must.

Her nipples were so stiff in her bra. The cups were well-fit and low, showing off her cleavage, but the wire was beginning to dig into her breasts, and her erect nipples were starting to chafe. All the running must've rubbed them raw, Kate told herself. Her breasts had bounced too much.

She remembered Ms. Chase grabbing at her big tits just before the transformation took her. But that was different. Sylvia was so angry. She was destroying herself, and Kate wasn't the same. Not at all the same! 

For a moment, these dismissive descriptions of Sylvia hid her immense worry.

But the feeling in her volleyball shorts was undeniable. Her clit ached, and she could barely explain it. Only one excuse came to mind. She'd once read that anxiety could cause an erection, and a clitoris was a lot like a penis. She feared growing a dick and becoming a werewolf, so her anxiety gave her a clitoral erection. That had to be the truth, right?

She'd been running so much, and the adrenaline was finally catching up with her. Her nipples were so hard. She must've hurt them running. Her bra felt so tight on her chest as well. It was a little difficult to breathe.

She balled her fists and hit herself lightly in the ribs behind her breasts, as if knocking on the muscles would loosen up the tension in her pecs and reduce some of the pain from running around with large tits. No help. She got up on her knees and pushed out her chest to maximize the pull on those tightening chest muscles, and she thumped herself even harder. It hurt a little. It helped a little. But she found herself even shorter of breath.

Was her bra too small? She'd picked it out to show off her breasts at cheerleader practice. Not to run. She reached under her shirt to unhook the bra, and the ends snapped away from her fingers. Instantly, the pressure on her chest dropped. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and arms, working the garment off entirely, then pulled the bra out of one sleeve and threw it off the bed. Her puffy erect nipples caught the settling cloth, instantly tenting the tight garment over her angry tits. She winced, feeling stabs of arousal shoot out of her nipples and into her heaving chest. Were her breasts growing more sensitive? She reached up to touch one--fuck!

Too sensitive! She'd never had such swollen breasts before, and her sweaty nipples were as tender and horny as her clit after masturbating for an hour.

No, Kate, get it together! This isn't the time to think about sex! 

Right now, she needed to calm down. She gritted her teeth and breathed slowly, counting from one to eight and back again.

Without her bra on, her nipples rose and fell a very short distance in her tight shirt, and at that moment, even a little stimulation was becoming far too much for her to handle.

Kate bared her teeth, groaned at the intense, almost painful sensitivity of her large breasts, and finding it absolutely unbearable to have her nipples touched right now, she tried to take off her shirt. She grabbed the hem and lifted. Cloth scraped, and the intense pulse of pleasure and pressure and near-pain that swelled through her breasts made her knees shake. It wouldn't work, not this way. She cupped her hands over her breasts from below, trying to hold up their weight to stop them from shaking and stimulating her impossibly horny nipples, trying to protect them from her quaking knees and hips. Her pussy was soaking her panties through. She'd always been a girl with sensitive breasts. But to this degree?

Was she really chafed by all that running?

What was the alternative?

No! She gritted her teeth, grimacing through the bolts of pleasure that her fingers brought to her increasingly erect areolae. She was growing tired of holding her breasts up--or they were growing larger? No, no, just fuck that, it wasn't true!

She spread her legs even further, trying to stretch her knees apart until her legs no longer shook. Her breasts thundered in the cloth, and she was terrified that she might cum just because her clothes were still on.

She hooked the V-cut with her fingers, and while carefully holding up her massive breasts, she pulled down the front of her sweaty t-shirt to bare her incredibly thick nipples. For one tense moment, she tried her utmost to stretch the shirt out beyond her jutting tits, hoping to avoid drawing that taut collar across her tender nipples. It felt like any serious stimulation might make her cum right into her panties, and she hesitated, unsure that she could avoid scraping them.

The delay was her downfall. Slowly but surely, her breasts pressed into the stretched cloth, as if they were far larger than they'd ever been before, and Kate's only thought was--

Fuck this shirt!

Unable to stretch the cloth any further, Kate groaned and yanked out with all her might, and with one long, sweaty rip of cotton, the V-cut burst open, splitting her shirt open in one long pull from her collar down to her waist, almost the whole way to the bottom hem. Huge, horny breasts spilled out of her torn shirt and flopped tightly into place, impossibly perky for their size. Each tit was nearly as big as her head! Her nipples throbbed in the cool air, poking outward as if there was pressure beneath them. Wait, she thought, there is pressure in them!

She put her hands between her legs and leaned forward, balancing up on her knees. Her hair fell about her head and face, covering her intense grimace. She groaned. Had she injured her jaw too? She clacked her teeth together, testing her muscles and cheeks. Her teeth felt large.

Her tongue traced out the lay of the land. Motherfucker. Fucking fangs.

Her expanding breasts hung beneath her, pounding to her heartbeat and incredibly aroused. She admitted it to herself. Her breasts were expanding to something even more feminine, and it felt really, really fucking good. If she hadn't pulled open her shirt, she would have cum for sure.

"Gwen," Kate whispered darkly, "you scratched me."

The admission sent a wave of shameful sexual energy surging out of her head, dizzying in its potential. Her breasts were growing because the monster's breasts were growing. There was a werewolf forming inside of her, and that's what made her tits ache until they were ready to cum!

Yet she felt every part of herself as herself. These were her big breasts. This was her wet pussy. Didn't that mean she was the werewolf? Didn't it mean that Kate and the monster were one and the same, separated only by attitude and orientation?

Yet Kate couldn't accept her transformation so easily. Even as that shame settled in her massive breasts, she hated the werewolf for making her feel so intensely aroused. Even as the shame suffused the pressure in her nipples and doubled it, she loathed how absolutely amazing her breasts felt. Immense. Beautiful. Horny. Fuck, she had to keep the beast inside!

Hold it in, Kate, hold it in! She concentrated on her hetero breasts, willing herself to stay whole. These nipples aren't for werewolves to enjoy, she insisted, they're for boys. She felt the muscles in her chest tighten, straining to squeeze. Her breathing held for a moment--

It was like concentrating on an itch. Her nipples throbbed, tingled, and cried out to be scratched--but she hold her hands tight between her thighs, and she refused to touch them.

But ignoring an itch only made it worse. With a wet crack, her back involuntarily arched and her chest thrust forward, and she landed on her hands and knees before she could fall boobs first onto the bed. Already huge breasts flopped, jiggled, and swelled rapidly--and all the motion made them hurt with sexual pleasure beyond anything she'd experienced. She groaned loudly through gritted fangs. The pressure was overwhelming her big pale tits, nearly overflowing them, and looking down at her ridiculously horny and painful nipples, she could see them literally expanding, thinly stretching her pink areolae over darker and thicker nipples within.

Her clit felt harder and harder by the minute. Her pussy was practically dribbling lube down her legs. And her breasts were on the verge of being destroyed or cumming or both!

"Fuck!" she shouted, clenching handfuls of bedspread tightly and twisting, feeling her breasts transforming beneath her into the big gay titties of a werewolf. Skin creaked as it stretched. Her breasts were growing full to the point of being stiff. Nipples wanted to cum and cum to pieces!

"No!" she roared, straining to hold it in through immense waves of orgasmic pressure sweeping through her breasts and concentrating on the very tip of each erect nipple. Pinholes began to form in her nipples, unused human milk ducts being stretched until they tore. Dark, wet flesh peeked out of the gaps, and still she shouted, "No, no, no!"

Kate edged her breasts by refusing to give in, shouting wordlessly, quaking and shaking the bedspread and kicking and struggling to keep it all in. The primary duct in the center of each nipple began to dilate. The pressure was stretching her tiny human nipples out over the vast and erect nipples of a truly tremendous shewolf, bringing them to a point where Kate's anger with the beast was subsumed by a raging need for these painful nipples to cum!

"I can't!" Kate screamed and violently arched her back, her huge breasts thrusting forward. Erect werewolf teats tented her tearing human nipples. Pain and pleasure spiked in each breast to blinding pressure--and then with loud, wet rips of flesh, Kate cummed! Black werewolf nipples thrust inexorably through her human nipples, destroying her pink areolae with explosive breastgasms, and she started cumming two huge blasts of hot milk right onto her bed.

"No!" she shouted helplessly, feeling the absolute and total pleasure of spraying gush after gush out of her big gay titties. She slapped her palms over her new werewolf nipples, clenching the human skin around them, hiding her shame. She gasped, lilting, the stimulation of groping her breasts finally setting off her pussy with a massive orgasm. She felt her whole cunt squeeze with pleasure, her clit retracting to cum again and again in sync with her huge dark nipples, and for the first time in her life, she squirted, blowing a hot, sticky load of girl cum out of her urethra and right into her lacy little panties and skin tight booty shorts.

The pleasure of rebirth rolled through her body in giant crashing waves. She squeezed her werewolf nipples over and over, milk spraying between her closed fingers. She soiled her panties with squirt after squirt, all because of the filthy beast inside of her! She hated the werewolf. She hated how amazing it felt to become the werewolf!

As the breastgasm settled through her body, Kate steeled her resolve to keep fighting the transformation. Her asshole throbbed and her spine tingled. She squeezed her sphincter tight. Her pussy was pounding to her heartbeat. She squeezed her kegel muscles to block her changing clitoris from settling into her vaginal canal. She tensed everything from the waist on down, waiting for her breasts to stop milking and preparing her mental defenses.

She could feel the clitoral flesh pulsing inside her groin. The retracting tissue was merging with her clitoral bulbs, finding a new shape within her body. A tiny button of human clit remained on the surface of her snatch. The rest was seeking the path of least resistance. On Sylvia, it'd transformed beneath her pussy lips, a banana of meat tucked up under her human labia and taint. On Gwen, it'd filled up and burst out of her vaginal canal, using that space to incubate and grow. Kate was straining to block off both of those paths to rebirth.

After a few seconds, the shifting clitoral flesh seemed to settle, unable to expand. Her inner genitals ceased shifting. They ached and throbbed with arousal, but they respected the resistance in Kate's pelvic muscles. Good. Kate held onto the skin around her nipples, afraid that letting go of the pressurized flesh might cause her human breasts to burst open completely and jumpstart the hatching. They shouldn't rip further, but she refused to take risks. She kept her buttocks clenched together too, just in case that pounding up her ass was a horrible tail.

Almost a whole minute passed like this, and although holding her muscles tight was miserable and every part of her was still insanely horny, Kate almost began to believe that she could maintain a partial grip on her humanity. Gwen and Ms. Chase had given in too easily, she thought to herself, but she wouldn't indulge by becoming the beast.

Then she heard a wet slap of flesh on glass, and Kate whipped her head up with start. She had one wide window facing the east at the foot of her bed, and though she couldn't see the full moon through it, anyone in her backyard could've seen into her room. Or in this case, she could see a short distance out, and what she saw was horrible and beautiful and far too much for Kate to handle in her tense state, on the very edge of being suddenly turned the fuck on.

The light of her room shone through the window, illuminating quite clearly two massive shewolves pressing their naked bodies against the window glass. Oh, holy fucking hell.

Sylvia was facing away from Kate, spreading her huge werewolf ass against the glass, showing off the immense width of her hips, the depth of her asscrack, the allure of her glistening asshole, the majesty of her standing tail, and the heft of her big fat werewolf balls. She wriggled her gorgeous rear playfully, and her waggling foot long girl cock was briefly visible in the light, while her nutsack gently thumped the window and her gorgeous tail swished back and forth like a brush. It was the kind of ass that deserved to be eaten out or fucked with a reach around.

It was everything hot Kate had ever seen in a butt, and she felt suddenly starved for hardcore anal. Her asshole pounded violently. Her spine cracked and began to thrust.

And Gwen was facing towards Kate, pressing her gigantic, cum-smeared tits into the glass, squishing her big sticky nipples into the window and dragging them from side to side. Just below her black-furred boobs, her incredibly thick, veiny, foot-long erection bumped against the pane, clearly straining with extreme arousal. Her crimson girth left wet daubs of precum and jizz wherever it touched, and Kate immediately began to salivate. That massive girl cock was even more beautiful than she remembered. The base of it was so thick, rooted where Gwen's clitoris had once been, and now Kate regretted missing the moment when Gwen's tight little pussy must've torn to shreds birthing those huge black balls.

Kate couldn't help but stare, even as she hated the werewolf within for craving Gwen's monstrous meat and heavy sack. The beast wanted to work her friend over, sucking dick between sessions of lapping cum off her magnificent breasts. The unbidden images made her clitoris tissue hard beyond all reason, but the feeling of arousal made her only clench her thighs together and hold her pelvic muscles tighter.

Buttlust, cocklust, thundering arousal! Kate hated herself for craving shewolves, for aching to fuck their round rears and get reamed by their huge girl dongs. She closed her eyes tightly, ignoring the heavy thumps of Gwen and Sylvia's debauchery against the window, but on the canvas of her eyelids, unbidden and unwanted fantasies flickered. Anal cravings became an image of Gwen's dark hand on Kate's pale round buttocks, spreading her asscheeks and pushing her veiny footlong wolf weiner into Kate's rosy little asshole. Kate's anus felt a sudden hunger. Her pussy began dribbling, but she couldn't imagine Gwen touching her cunt. There'd be 0% pussy for the werewolves tonight. Only hard girl-on-girl anal. Rather, Kate could imagine her untouched pussy beginning to pulse, to fill, to swell--and when Gwen thrust her giant slimy cock deep into Kate's asshole, Kate imagined her neglected cunt would finally cum--

She refused to imagine what would happen! No!

Her eyes shot open. The werewolves were no longer pressing on the glass. Instead, they waited expectantly with reflective eyes, shades of gold and green shining back at her. Kate was filled with resentment for their beauty, but she could see that the girls were exquisitely built. Fine muzzles grinned subtly from strong feminine faces while hot breath clouded on the cold panes. Strong, buff shoulders held up gigantic breasts, which dangled so deeply that their nipples were out of view. Manes of iridescent and dark hair shimmered with scattered moonlight. And her mind filled in the rest, narrow waists and broad hips and long tails and--

"Fuck you!" Kate shouted at them. "I don't want to be a werewolf!"

But she did. God, how amazing her ass felt. The very thought of taking it up the butt from a werewolf was making her spine pulse and throb. With another meaty crack, something slid down from Kate's rump, and the anal pressure rocketed up to a ludicrous degree. For a moment, she didn't understand, but she clenched her sphincter tighter--then a third crack hit her, and her butthole tented so hard that the tender flesh jabbed the seat of her panties.

"I don't!" she insisted, even as her anus filled up tighter and tighter with throbbing furry shewolf. The monster would already be halfway out of her if she hadn't been struggling to hold her asshole shut, but she understood what was about to tear out of her body. Humans didn't have them, but werewolves had tails. "Stay inside of me!" she demanded.

The shewolves watched her eagerly.

A fourth crack her hit, spine shifting. She fell forward, catching herself awkwardly on her elbows and accidentally squeezing her werewolf nipples where they jutted out of her human breasts. Her tits surged with intense pleasure. Milk gushed between her fingers. Kate thrashed, and her beast thrust violently against her asshole from within, tenting her sphincter so high that even her skin-tight volleyball shorts were pushed out nearly an inch.

She screamed wordlessly. Teeth scythed in her mouth, instantly pushing fangs forward. Her entire spine arched from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, vertebrae visibly thrusting against her skin from within, and then the curve in her back whipped down through her spine, through her rump, down into her crack, deep into her ass--

And with a nasty, wet crack, her round ass whipped up and thrust out like it was at the end of a rope, and Kate's werewolf tail nearly exploded out of her horny butthole. It was an immediate and unstoppable anal orgasm. Six inches of wet furry tail surged from between her butt cheeks, pressure releasing out of her ass and jamming straight into her soaking undies. She screamed, barely holding back the orgasm in her pussy. Caught beneath shorts and panties, werewolf tail slid down and between her legs, threatening to touch her pounding clit with soft wet fur--

No! She pushed up onto her knees and risked it. She tore off her tattered shirt, then grabbed her shorts and panties. Her massive breasts heaved, free of her grasp. The human flesh around each huge werewolf nipple threatened to tear, but there was no other option. She yanked her shorts and panties down around her knees, then kicked them off into the headboard behind her. Fuck! She grabbed at her gigantic breasts and managed to snag the stretching skin with her fingertips, reinforcing it at the last possible moment--but the squeezing made her milk again!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Her breasts cummed, making her ass cum again, and she spread her knees and held on tight while she quaked and cummed and cummed and the werewolf growing inside of her forced six more inches of white wolf tail to thrust out of her orgasmic butthole. It was like being buttfucked and buttfucking herself all at once. Her tail felt amazing, sliming out of her horny hole and shooting out of her round, bulbous tush!

It was little consolation that the tail unfurled wetly from between her thighs and kept away from her sensitive pussy. The clitoral tissue within was throbbing behind her human clit, growing more and more erect inside of her groin. The top of her pussy mound pounded almost painfully, as if she'd caught her clit about to pop, and she clenched down on her kegel muscles one final team, trying to prevent herself from suffering the same fate as Gwen or Sylvia. Yet by squeezing her innards, she pushed more of the monster's tail out of her full, throbbing asshole.

Thus, unable to grow down to her taint and unable to grow inward to fill her vaginal canal, Kate felt something unexpected. Her clit surged, stiffening and flaring, and it thrust arousingly upward towards her belly while trapped beneath her skin.

Three full inches elongated out of the mass of her inner erectile tissue, stimulating her human clit from behind but leaving her pussy always short of cumming. The pressure and pleasure slid up inside her humanity, pushing from beneath the vulva and thrusting like a sinful snake. This sensitive meat bulged in the direction of her tender breasts, an expanding, sliding tube of flesh rubbing between between the werewolf's furry groin and Kate's taut human skin.

"Fuck!" shouted Kate, furious at the shewolf incubating inside of her. No matter how hard she clenched her asshole, she assgasmed repeatedly, groaning furiously with each wave of anal pleasure. No matter how hard she tried, the shewolf filled her butt to overflowing, and another three or four inches of thick, hot, wet tail squeezed out of her cumming sphincter and erupted between her buttocks. The fur rubbed against the sides of her crack, spreading it out to dry. And even as she neared two feet of length, it felt as if there was so much more tail to go!

"Stay inside!" Kate demanded to her werewolf, feeling the girl's rock hard pipe and flaring head grow in length and girth. Her anal rebirth was driving this change, forcing it to happen against every iota of her will. She refused to call the anatomy what it was, even though she could feel it's flared head sliding between the tautness of her teenage skin and the rock hard furry abs of the inner beast. It was so warm and wet in that tight layer between human and monster. Worse, she could feel her inner genitals shifting inside her groin, beginning to evert. 

"Fuck!" The beast loved the feel of her bulge between stretching flesh and sopping fur. And Kate hated that feeling, even as she reached seven inches of throbbing meat and felt that sensitive head pass behind her ticklish belly button.

Oh God, the violation of such a meaningless but tender spot made Kate blush deeply. Lustily, the shewolf forced another six inches of her tail to rip out of her asshole. Her ass cummed yet again, and more girthy flesh grew beneath her skin, thickening and pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. Meanwhile, her shifting inner genitals settled at the top of her clenched vaginal canal.

Kate gritted her teeth, and her fangs felt massive. She realized what must be true. The shewolf inside of her was growing larger than the other shewolves, and it felt as fighting the monster was giving it strength. Because she sought to contain her werewolf, her werewolf was growing piece-by-piece too big to contain. She felt hopeless to stop herself.

Because while the beast was a different identity, the monster was also Kate, and Kate was the monster, and that meant some increasing part of her mind relished this struggle and the intense pleasure of conquering herself. In some sense, she was fighting because she would regret letting go, and in another sense, she fought because the fight was arousing and she was a big, dominant, lesbian beastie, slowly hatching out of a small, straight, teenage girl.

The girl would learn that her big bad wolf couldn't be denied.

Kate huffed and moaned and fought with increasing fury at the unfairness of it all. She didn't want to be the beast, she said, even though she clearly wanted to be the beast. She hated the tail, three and a half feet long, thick and bearing a luxuriant white coat, yet she bent over further and further--resting on her elbows and slowly milking her humongous tits--and she pushed more of the werewolf out of her overstretched asshole. She hated the werewolf's meat pillar, almost a full foot in length and reaching the underside of her dangling breasts. It was as thick as her arm, that bulge, and she could feel its veins dragging across her belly skin from within. She could relish and loathe the big flared head, teasing tentatively at the cleavage between her true tits.

Kate cried out with a yelp as her inner genitals finished turning out, and her clenched vaginal canal was forced open by a pair of fleshy masses. They descended, slowly and wetly, fully transformed and simply pushing out of the vanishing canal towards her tight dripping vagina. The monster would have an explosive birth, no matter what.

Her prostate settled into place, spicing her anal pressure with an ever more intense pleasure. The last few inches of tail jerked in slimy fits and starts out of her tortured sphincter. Kate cried out with each inch, full of hate for how wonderful it felt. Her tail was so strong, lifting up against the top of her asshole. Slowly, with white hot bolts of pleasure through her ass and groin, her sphincter was stretched until it was gaping and hooked over the beast's four foot tail, and her butthole reached its limit. Something had to give.

The intense anal anticipation made the shewolf simply hornier and hornier. Her prostate made the monster's meat sing with joy. With a slowness that prevented premature orgasm, Kate's monster slid her tender flared head into her cleavage from within. Three inches grew. Six inches grew. The erect flesh stopped when the head was buried fully between her wet furry breasts, edged to an orgasm that would probably fill buckets. She had to stay as still as possible, threatening to pop her meat when it was buried between her own amazing breasts. The wolf's bulge was obvious beneath her skin, a massive eighteen inches from the top of her pussy and into the stretching cleavage between her breasts.

She reached a kind of balance then.

With all of her hate focused on this one moment, Kate was able to stave off the last orgasms. Her pussy would not cum. Her asshole would not cum. The shewolf would not cum. She gently quaked, waves of pleasure surging and shifting across her like waves, a rising tide of sexual arousal that threatened to drown her but hadn't yet taken her humanity away.

Then the beast's big fat pair lurched down, bursting out of her disappearing vaginal canal and instantly filling her tiny tight pussy lips with the raw pressure of two huge oranges. Kate held her breath. A whistle escaped between her teeth, a scream of pain and pleasure suppressed. Her labia were stretched to thinness, bulging and distending over the beast's genitals. Between her inner lips, her vagina was stretched open, and a bit of white fur appeared.

She tipped on the edge of sexual annihilation. "No," she whispered. Asshole, pussy, and chest all pulsed up, up, up towards the end, orgasms readying themselves for the final release--

Then the shewolf clenched again, and Kate couldn't even hold onto her breasts anymore. She let go and fell onto her arms, pushing down low until she was smashing her milky breasts into the sopping wet bedspread, pushing her ass up and out until both her gaping asshole and her bulging vagina were bared to their fullest and thrust the most outwards, and out of Kate's chest boiled a rising and unstoppable growl as the werewolf's oversized white balls crowned her cunt.

My werewolf is being born! Goodbye pussy! Goodbye asshole! Goodbye humanity!

"Fuck I'm cumming!" Kate roared.

With a long, loud, wet rrrrrrrip, Kate's straight pussy cummed to shreds, the beast forcing her gigantic gay nuts through the orgasmic ruins of Kate's puffy little pussy lips with enough force to make them shoot out, drop heavily and bounce beautifully between her thighs.

The splitting skin tore up through her taint and reached the bottom of her sphincter, halving it from without and triggering her final assgasm. Her tail whipped up straight, severing her cumming human sphincter from the top and tearing the skin in half right up to her rump. She screamed again, buttcumming over and over with blinding force. Just shy of four feet of huge fluffy white tail stood tall above her annihilated ass, casting a glorious shadow over her spreading pussy tatters and her big sexy balls. She thrust her cumming rear into that split, feeling her buttocks and hips crack and expand. Her inner taint was bared, showing that her pussy was utterly gone. Balls and orgasmic wolf butthole glistened, fresh and inviting.

Then she instinctively thrust her hips forward, and Kate's shaft strained against her belly skin from within. Her human clitoris cummed to pieces as the tear forcefully propagated through her human genitals. Her last pussygasm burned through her prostate, shot through her balls, and then surged up the meat trapped against her stomach and between her tits.

"Fuck!" Her pussy was destroyed and it felt amazing! She'd given birth to big gay balls, and she hated admitting that she knew what she was smuggling in that bulge beneath her skin!

She thrust again, and the sheer weight and stiffness of her meat started unzipping her skin from her destroyed cunt through her belly button, splitting the front of her human stomach in half to reveal that the bulge beneath her human skin was the lickable shaft of an eighteen inch werewolf cock, as if the beast had sprung an erection beneath Kate's skin because it was far, far too hot to fight her humanity and win!

She thrust a third time, pumping her foreskin and cockhead through her werewolf cleavage, and with the third thrust she felt her pussygasm reach the tip of her cock just ahead of the tear.

Screaming furiously with immense guilt and even greater pleasure, Kate fucked her werewolf tits, tore the bulge up through her straining cleavage, and her huge lesbian cock cummed. A hot wet load of semen exploded out of her cock between her furry breasts. Her tits were squeezing out between the torn skin in the center of her cleavage, all the pressure pushing the human skin aside like a t-shirt splitting in half, unveiling two monumental werewolf breasts.

Her huge suckable cock dropped out of her cummy wolf cleavage, still hard as steel and blowing rope upon rope of thick jizz onto her bed and the underside of her breasts. Her weiner was a gorgeous fleshy pink, oozing and dripping with fresh semen running down her girthy shaft. It was the most pleasure she'd ever felt. Her massive nuts pulsed between her thighs, drained by seminal vesicles as they blasted an impossible amount of cum through her big gay dong.

Hardcore lesbian desire surged through her mind over and over in time with her cockgasms, and after fifteen seconds of blowing loads, her screams finally died in her throat. The last spurts of cum dribbled off her still hard erection. Then she opened her eyes, and she was a new being.

Cockgasms and assgams had burned away her humanity, leaving behind a hatching shewolf with electric blue eyes. As Kate had predicted: 0% pussy for the werewolves tonight. 100% girly balls and thick lady dick. She pushed up onto her hands and knees proper, looking out at Gwen and Sylvia's eager werewolf faces. They were happy and horny, communicating a vast amount of emotion through subtle body language.

Kate on the other hand was still mostly trapped in the skin of a blonde cheerleader, those apparently human parts still controlled in the back of her mind by a lingering urge to fight. Her human face wore a rictus of struggle, unwilling to let go even after her mind was replaced by a new identity. Kate's humanity wanted to be conquered, so the wolf would conquer it.

She was so much larger than this. She was so much hotter than this. The aftershocks of her orgasms throbbed like strength beneath her limbs and crawled up and down her spine. This is what it is like, she thought, to feel like a butterfly. To become something better by shedding the old. To push out a tail. To unfold her horny pussy into an even hornier cock and balls! Yes!

Kate seized onto those orgasmic feelings and redoubled them, imagining how beautiful she would be once she was free of this pale skin. Her spine cracked, growing longer, arching over and stretching her skin over lumpy vertebrae. Her ribs cracked, barreling out to better support her oversized werewolf breasts. Her hands and feet clenched, pushing claws through fingertips to sink into the bedding. Her hips cracked and widened again, growing broader and more buxom and spreading the halves of her torn human ass. Skin peeled back over her buttocks, revealing an expanding, round, and muscular rear. Behind her face, her muzzle began to creak and push, and the absolutely oversized muzzle of the beast began to tent Kate's grimacing face.

Her eyes squeezed shut. Every nerve concentrated on growing feelings of power and sexual release. Her spine cracked again, and the arch pushed down all the way to her rump. Her shoulders cracked, growing broader. The tear on her chest spread further and further, the empty skins of her human breasts flapping wetly on the flanks of her wolf chest. Werewolf breasts reached nearly to the bed, dribbling hot sweet milk from broad erect nipples.

Then she rolled the arch of her back down through the tear in her rump, and starting just above the base of her tail, the skin over her spine began to slowly tear.

She dug in her hands and feet tighter. She felt her limbs bulging with muscle and threatening to explode into longer, larger forms. The tearing of flesh over her spine felt so amazing, so relieving, that it was like foreplay. Her cock slapped wetly against her white belly fur, her groin muscles tensing over and over and making her massive schlong bounce in anticipation, while her huge sack jiggled between her shaved human thighs.

Her face tented harder, but her entire head would be too large. She had to be out! Ears began to strain as they expanded within their skins. The makeup on her red lips stood out against the paleness of her distorting nose, cheeks and chin. Her head felt like it would explode!

Rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiippppppp. The long, slow tear crawled over the small of her back, up between her shrugging shoulder blades, and down into the nape of her neck. A field of white wet fur was slowly bared as the skin slid apart, the werewolf within growing generally but inexorably towards a new size. Kate's werewolf was bigger. Kate's werewolf was more beautiful still!

Kate rolled her head from side to side, growling with a deep lupine sound. The tear shot up her neck and into her scalp. Beneath, a new mane of longer cream-colored hair tumbled into wet curls, a contrast to the wheat blonde sheaves that parted like curtains around her new hair.

Tensing, making sure her human fingers and toes were really jammed into the holes dug into the cloth and mattress, making sure that her humanity was secured, Kate began her final release.

Kate arched her back and pushed up with her hands and knees. With a long wet sucking sound, the split skin was pushed apart, a werewolf pushing out of the cocoon of human flesh. From her tail to the back of her werewolf head, she rose, unfolding and somehow expanding, as if shedding her human flesh released a pressure that'd compressed her inner lesbian self. Pointed ears popped out wetly from the sliding blonde scalp, standing tall to hear the panting and whining of the other werewolves. The tension on her face relaxed as the wolf's head pushed out the back of her scalp, and Kate's final grimace reasserted itself, as if her human self had to suffer the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.

Her limbs lengthened, sliding up in her arms and legs like they were long gloves and thigh-high stockings. Her body bulked. Around her waist, over her wide hips and across her big rear, the already sundered skin sloughed off. Her hips snapped into their final full size, gorgeous to behold, and her beautiful ass was completely bared, her butthole winking, her balls swaying and her cock bouncing. She worked her way out of her skin, squirming joyously. The falling flesh pulled down at the skin on her thighs, peeling it open and off her long muscular legs.
Finally, her back rose until her split skin was shrugging over her shoulders and her face was caught on the wolf's brow and muzzle, and she only had to make one final thrust to burst out of this tiny schoolgirl and become the lesbian monster with a big dick that she had always been fated to be. Yes, it had to be fate. It felt simply too amazing, too sexual, too powerful!

Yes, end my humanity, Kate thought, and let me become a big-dicked she beast!

Kate whipped her head back and threw her shoulders up, and with a wet slorp of flesh, her human skin peeled off her sides and fell down around her elbows, stripping away the skin on her massive arms as she rose--

And from the split in the back of Kate's human head, a gigantic werewolf pulled out her brow, her cheeks, her eyes, her jaw, her muzzle and nose, and the untorn and empty head of human Kate flopped onto the bed like a costume, almost entirely intact like a rubber mask but for the split in her golden scalp.

She yanked her arms out of their tearing skins, leaving them half attached to the bed. Her claws were massive and black on vicious white hands with soft pink palms. She tugged her legs out of her human feet. She coiled up her muscles, opened her eyes, and then threw herself forward into a leap off the bed, leaving her skin behind in a heap. She landed on the wooden floor with a crunch, her giant cummy cock whipping around, still absolutely erect. Finally naked and free!

She rose to her immense height. Gwen and Sylvia were six feet tall. Kate was almost eight feet tall, and she had the bigger breasts, bigger balls, and bigger dick to match. Her creamy curls tumbled about her shoulders. Her face was fine and feminine and beautiful, and her body was buff and buxom with huge hips and a skinny waist, and she posed lewdly, showing off her big cock and balls, her gigantic milky tits and her round athletic ass to the masturbating shewolves outside. Their breath was clouding up the glass as they beat off.

Kate knew exactly how to put on a show. The gorgeous white werewolf turned to the bed and leaped up onto hands and knees, showing the other girls her giant ass and testicles from behind. Look at my fuckable rear girls--you're about to get a taste of this kind of woman.

Her one and a half foot long erection dangled beneath her, about to blow her own load from the sheer erotic anticipation of what she was about to do. It was the ultimate conquest, the proof that she had fought her human stubbornness and won in every possible way.

Kate grabbed up her fallen human scalp in one hand, the untorn skin giving it the rough shape of an empty rubber mask. Her shed blonde hair ran beautifully between her white fingers, cascading over her black claws. She turned around to face the other werewolves, muzzle grinning with naughty pride, and she showed them her shed but untorn human face. The beautiful, empty face of a straight human girl. Look, werewolves, at what I can do!

Her human mouth hung open exactly like a rubber mask, and with an intense hedonism, Kate  opened her shed human lips with her spare hand, brought those red lips to the tip of her throbbing werewolf cock, and pulled her lips over her fist-sized cockhead with a tight slurp of flesh on flesh, cumming instantly inside her still warm and wet human face. Out of her chest boiled the cry of triumph and orgasm, the same song from Gwen tonight.

"HWOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kate howled, working her massive cockshaft with one hand to tug back her foreskin, holding her shed human head over her beast cock with the other, and jizzing massive loads of hot semen between her tight red lips, gushing load after load of werewolf cum into the shed head of her humanity. Jizz splashed and pooled behind her old face.

Gwen cummed herself, throwing her head back and howling in tandem as she blew her load all over the windowpane. Sylvia beat off three more quick jerks before her own dick started shooting lines and ropes up past her face and onto the glass, and her howl joined the song last, triply celebrating Kate's lesbian victory over her straight little human self.

Kate's thoughts were wild and hedonistic. I'm fucking my own face! I'm filling my old human head full of cum! My jizz is dribbling out of my old nose! My old eyelids are weeping werewolf spunk! I can see a smear of my own lipstick ringing my giant lesbian cock! Sperm is leaking out of my old human ears! You human slut! You tried to hold me in, but I tore out of your asshole and destroyed your pussy with my balls and cock! Now you're blowing your inner beast! Now you're sucking off her cock! I'm cumming inside of my human mouth and filling my empty human head like a fucking condom and I'm cumming, cumming, cumming with a huge slutty cock!

I love my cock and balls! So long as I'm a werewolf, I won't even think about that pussy anymore! I'll just have this big sexy dick! Look at me girls! I'm a monster!

"HWOOOOOOOOOO~!" Kate howled and cummed again and again, and when she was done, when the last of her song echoed throughout her home, she blew one final wet gush of cum into the heavy, half-full human head. It was the ultimate conquest over her heterosexual humanity. She'd soiled her empty skin like a cum dumpster and used her old lips for her pleasure.

Her howl was done. Cum was leaking everywhere. Kate pulled the empty skin up by its blonde hair, and her old lips popped off her massive cockhead with a wet gush, sperm pouring out of the stretched lips and down the shaft of her eighteen inch cock. She threw it onto the bed like the hollow mask it was, like the condom she'd made it into, and the last of the cum ran out of the human's empty mouth and soaked into the blankets. Everything stank like penis, cum, ass and pussy. It was an incredible, heady stench.

Fuck her for fighting back. I love that she fought back.

Then Kate, the third and last werewolf of this new pack, clambered down off the bed, eight feet of immense feminine beauty with a half-chub cock dangling against her balls between her thighs. She unlocked Gwen's sticky window, pulled it open easily, and clambered out into the night. The silver light was serene and clear. There was more cum out here, but she could also smell the unique scents and pheromones that spoke to their emotions.

There was so much love and desire in both of the girls. They were Kate's lovers now, her girlfriends and wives. But at that moment, the werewolf that needed her most was her best friend in shimmering black fur. Kate stretched to her full height, almost a head and a half taller than Gwen, and then she collected her beautiful best friend in her arms and gave her a sticky, cum-slathered embrace. Gwen sighed relief, her very breath communicating her love.

Kate looked down. She lifted Gwen's muzzle up by her chin. And then, as if to confirm their love, she pushed her half-erect cock and balls into Gwen's own softening dick, and they frotted intimately with cummy werewolf penises while they kissed their first lesbian kiss.

Sylvia was downright jealous by the time Kate gave her a turn, and then she got a kiss from Gwen. Once everyone had their turn, Kate started towards the fence and climbed over it easily, sniffing the air for a place of privacy far from this mess. The other shewolves leapt after her, and within seconds, they disappeared into the shade of the forest.

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See You in Part 4 - Sex, Love, and Sunrise