Werewolf Transformation Fetish – Unleash Your Inner Wolf – Part 1

The werewolf transformation fetish is something I’ve gotten more and more into. To you, my beloved Alpha wolf, this is for you.

My boyfriend texted me late one night. He sounded desperate. So, I let him come over, despite the late hour. I was getting tired, but I knew he’d relentlessly pound on my door until I answered it.

I went to the door to let him in. It was a clear, starry sky and I could see the full moon peeking out from behind a single cloud. It looked so beautiful, however, something felt just a little off. I knew a metamorphosis was coming but I couldn’t understand it.

He came stumbling over the threshold of my living room, panting heavily. I looked at him with some concern in my eyes.

Kneeling beside him I put my hands on his shoulders. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head vigorously. No, he wasn’t. Not at all.

As he looked up at me I saw his eyes get bigger. They started to change color: going from hazel to a deep amber that almost glowed. I blinked furiously trying to see if I was more tired than I thought. They were still there softly glowing amber, almost like a lycanthrope

My hands were still on his shoulders and I felt him rise. No, he wasn’t moving. He was getting bigger, broader. His lips curled upward into a snarl and I saw his teeth lengthening. Hair started sprouting up all over his body. His ears pointed up then moved closer to the top of his head.

I staggered backward while he shifted. He started to howl. His voice started as the voice I remembered but turned throatier, gruffer, more animal-like.

He towered over my cowering form. I saw from behind him a tail come into view. Long and black.

His nose and mouth stretched out into a fur-covered snout.

Looking down I saw his cock start to get hard, not like a human’s but like a lycanthrope’s. Not only that, but it was also getting bigger. By the time it stopped, he’d packed on at least an inch in girth and 4 inches in length. Its’ shape changed, too, becoming more wolfen.

I tried not to make a sound. I was in shock and I could barely move. Slowly, shakily, I reached out to him. What the hell was going on here? My trembling fingers lightly brushed his hairy chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat pulsing so hard I could feel it all throughout my body.

Despite the fact that he was bigger than me, he was still faster. Before I could blink he was on top of me ravaging my body. I cried out in pain as his claws scraped against my back and his teeth sunk into my neck, biting me, starting the conversion process. His arms were wrapped tightly around me. The last thing I saw was the full moon before I started to change too.


To Be Continued…


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