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Prompt of the Month - October 2020
🕑 Added 2020-11-01 17:00:43 +0000 UTCTAGS: Werewolf/Werewolfess, Transformation/TF, Hyper, Growth, Roughness, Mini-Giant/Giantess, M/F
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About the one thing that made that day even slightly bearable was the knowledge that it was the last one before the next full moon. The previous cycle had been such an absurd cavalcade of stress-inducing, anxiety-riddled, contrived circumstances that it was nothing short of a miracle that Tanya managed to keep her composure and not throw someone against a wall out of sheer frustration; not that it would’ve succeeded, given she had the effective weight of a very thin slab of plywood, but it was the thought that counted. It was as if everything in the past thirty days had been fine-tuned and tailored to specification just to make her angry, from overdue bills that she had actually paid on time, annoying telemarketers refusing to abide by the blacklist and so many improperly filed tax returns that the wolfess was starting to wonder if her company wasn’t deliberately trying to skimp out on paying their dues; not that she’d care anymore, it’s not like she had any loyalty to them anyway. Still, as a member of accounting, it somehow always fell on her to fix all the problems, because she was “reliable” or “dependable”, buzzwords that somehow never failed to vanish when it came to discussing promotions or pay raises.
But Tanya didn’t want to be the reliable one. If anything, being seen as that was the biggest piece of evidence for how she had completely failed in her life goals, given her rather unique condition; where exactly had she gone wrong that her supervisors looked at her and thought that she’d make a pretty good number cruncher? At which point did she take such a wrong turn that now her career prospects involved calculation of numbers on such a scale that even computers had a hard time processing everything? All she ever wanted to do was find a nice, cushy job that paid just enough that she could get by and then lose control of herself once a month, and now her periodic episodes had turned into the one outlet for frustration that she had left.
All the more reason to make them count, then.
The wolfess threw her bag onto the bed and collapsed right next to it, her body too light to even make the mattress groan despite her throwing her full weight onto it. She had approximately six hours to get everything in order before her wild side came out and asserted itself, six hours to self-proof everything in the house and make sure to have her stretchy clothes on before everything went to hell and and didn’t come back until the morning. Once the timer was up, Tanya would have one night, one single night to enjoy herself to the fullest; this was the one time each month where reason, sanity and good taste were thrown out the window and treated with the contempt they deserved, while lust, libido and a sex drive powerful enough to keep a spaceship running took over the show and decided on the direction she took. Most of the time this inevitably ended in some random bar getting a fresh coat of “paint” all over every surface; the resulting list of places she was effectively persona non grata’d out of was therefore quite long, and only got longer the more she refused to control her urges. Of course, such a boring office life led to a lot of pent-up animosity and rage, which just made her outbursts all that more severe, a self-feeding cycle that, quite frankly, Tanya didn’t know whether she wanted to break anymore.
All of her was tensing up over the course of those twenty-nine and change days, every muscle continuously building up pressure as it was denied its proper release. It was painful, it was denigrating, and it left her feeling like her life had been wasted pursuing career prospects that were completely mismatched with her personality. And yet, she kept on doing the same thing and refused to find another job; not because she was too comfortable to leave, but because the pay-off at the end of the month was worth the hassle. Twenty nine days of tensing up and building up for a climax that lasted for hours, twenty nine days of frustrations released in a glorious orgasm of epic transformative proportions that only got better as the months went on and her dissatisfaction with work continued to mount. It was an odd relationship she had built with her own life, seeing most of it as little more than a battery being charged so all of it could be released during that one night she had for herself and herself alone; it was doubtful that Tanya could achieve the same level of pleasure if she was perfectly content with her life, rather than in severe need of some way to vent her annoyance.
Six hours to prepare. Enough time to get dinner made, eat it at her own leisure, and then lock every valuable she had inside of her safe. Her personal computer, income statements, precious heirlooms that she liked to keep around for decorative value, all of it was shoved into that large box and locked behind enough steel that even her future self wouldn’t be able to claw her way through; once that was done, the wolfess made sure the rest of her house was nice and tidy, spotless and without blemish, before heading back to her room and picking out her outfit for the night.
It was important to wear something that was both a couple of dozen times over her normal size and still had some stretch to it; random growth spurts weren’t an unknown occurrence, and the only time she was idiotic enough not to account for them ended in a lot of bad press coverage and enough pictures that some of them were still haunting her even years later. Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to custom-order plus-sized alternatives, and a good half of her wardrobe was composed of items of clothing that more resembled ship sails than anything else; putting them on was always difficult, especially the shorts, which only made the knowledge that they were very likely insufficient all that more delectable. Tanya couldn’t help but bite her lip as she felt the enormous shirt cover her like an oversized tarp, knowing that in just a couple of hours, that thing would be getting stretched to the breaking point.
What followed was an intense period of absolutely nothing, whereby Tanya sat in her bedroom watching TV while the time passed. She was in the dead center of it, the one spot far enough away from everything that when the transformation began, the damage done would be minimal. Right behind her, the blinds on the window had been drawn, giving the night sky a chance to be visible if only she turned her head around; right below the rim of it, the full moon was slowly rising, the threat posed by it inching closer with each passing moment. This meditative period was a deliberate tactic Tanya employed to keep herself focused, oddly enough; experience had taught her that worrying about her transformation or fantasizing about what she might do had an unfortunate tendency to “imprint” itself into her mind, leading to a lot of unnecessary damage and suffering once she inevitably lost control of herself and forgot that, as enthusiastic as other people were to get it on with a twelve-foot tall, hyper-endowed werewolfess, they themselves weren’t as sturdy as she was. Never ended in a hospital visit that lasted more than three days though, so that was nice; plus it gave her a reason to skip work so she could actively apologize for what had happened, and now her social circle had a great number of people who she met by railing them against a wall until the wall collapsed.
Such was life.
Thus, the two or so hours spent staring at a TV screen allowed the wolfess to clear her mind of any wants or desires by instead focusing on trashy reality shows or any such programming that was completely bereft of any merit; her mind’s innate reaction was to simply shut itself off to avoid suffering any long-lasting damage, allowing Tanya to retain at least some part of herself when she finally “went under”, as she liked to say. The tension was still palpable; she was mentally counting the minutes until it started, right after spotting the reflection of the moon on the TV screen, and a while after this first sighting, she closed her eyes.
Meditation began in earnest, with careful breathing exercises and deliberate strategies meant to keep her head clear of any intrusive thoughts. It was important to see the process as a transition, a new paragraph being added to the text that was her life, rather than a full break and a whole new chapter; being able to look at it like that improved the odds of retaining control, and if there was any time when Tanya wanted to be completely in control of her choices, this was it. She had one single night for herself and by goodness, she was going to take advantage of it, even if she had to wrestle her inner beast for dominance.
The moonlight shone upon her back, unnaturally cold to the point where her fur stood on end. It wasn’t anything to do with temperature, but the curse cast on her all those years ago; even so much as a glancing reflection was enough to make her uncomfortable, and direct exposure felt like she was being dunked in ice water. It was all in preparation for the burning inferno that she was about to turn into, and served more as a warning than anything else; more than once, when she was far younger, Tanya had been saved from an unwanted transformation by virtue of that early warning signal sending her brain into full alert, with her friends wondering just what was wrong with the wolfess whenever she literally threw herself behind the nearest piece of cover until the clouds covered the damned moon again.
But this had been years ago, before she got a job and learned to appreciate the value of cutting loose and not caring about the consequences. Now, the chill was the herald for a night of pleasure, the small price of entry she had to pay for a whole new world of enhanced sensations and rapturous, carnal bliss. It was ingrained into her at such a deep level that Tanya couldn’t help but smile, a grin that was as threatening as it was wide, and the very first outward sign that something was very, very wrong with her.
Her canines were already well-developed, courtesy of her carnivorous nature, and yet the more the full moon made itself acquainted with her, the more pronounced they became, thickening and lengthening as enamel appeared from nowhere, ending in a razor-sharp point while its edges became ominously serrated. It was doubtful if it even helped her hunt; Tanya had never given in to that side of her, and whenever she partook of raw meat, it was always thrown at her by desperate and terrified shop owners who just wanted her to go away and not further destroy the freezers. They were still menacing though, and served their job well, as very few bouncers had the capacity to stand up to a giantess who snarled those chompers at them from close range.
Two colossal fangs protruded downward from her upper lip, with the rest of her teeth adopting similar serrated, super-sharp features, her tongue by now thick enough that it could press against them without any worry; a wonderful feature, given how much her transformation left her wanting to lick her lips, with them plumping up just enough to feel as if she was constantly puckering them. Not the biggest of changes, but it always made the adventurous sorts feel like they had a much better chance than they really had, and that much was always hilarious to her predatory brain.
Next came her back, broadening under the pale light of the moon, filling out her oversized shirt until it ceased to hang over her shoulders and begin to fit a form much larger than Tanya’s normal one; had her old clothes been on, she surely would’ve torn through them after merely a couple of seconds, and even the bigger alternative grew to become… oddly insufficient. Truth be told, the wolfess had made sure that her “transformation clothes” were always a size or two too small; not enough that she’d find it too uncomfortable, but hugging her form in just the right way to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, be it her strong, muscular frame, or the pair of breasts she was going to develop later on. Her legs, too, followed in this trend, growing into her similarly-undersized shorts as they bulged outwards, soft and inviting, and yet well-defined to the point where even glancing at them would reveal them to be anything but pliable. Those were a runner’s legs, designed from the ground up to catch prey, honed by years of experience and thousands of chases, chases that Tanya herself remembered quite fondly as he grin grew wider and her muzzle expanded to fit an ever-increasing amount of teeth inside of it.
The wolfess’ fur grew darker and longer, patterns forming on it as well; dizzying curves and ragged edges combined to create a confusing mess that didn’t seem to make any sense at all, overtaxing the minds of any who tried to make sense of it instead of simply accepting it as being what they would see until the wolfess grew tired of playing with them. While not entirely hirsute, that was still one very thick coating she was carrying on herself, deep enough that someone could lose their hands in it if they so desired; in fact, many did just that, though usually as a means of getting some leverage when Tanya herself began to get rougher in her ministrations. By the time her tail elongated to reach the other end of the room, already wagging from side to side, what used to have been large, shirt- and shorts-shaped tarps were now just barely clinging onto her body, tight as could be… and there was still something left.
First was her lower body, plumping up to the point where it invited everyone to come and take a grab at it, while not sacrificing the very evident power on display; sure, her asscheeks might gently clap with each motion and those hips of hers were more flared out than a broodmother’s, but judging from how solid her legs were, it was a very sure bet that any unwanted trespasser could have their heads crushed like a watermelon between those things. No, the main show was upstairs, where the already-tight piece of clothing keeping her decent was stretched out even further, until what used to be a shirt very quickly turned into something more resembling a tube top than anything else; the strip of fabric was very obviously struggling to hold itself together, and any attempt to move it too much would most likely fully reveal the werewolfess’ breasts… and that’s exactly how she liked it. Barely half of her areolae were hidden, her nipples were perfectly well-defined against the fabric, and it somehow ended up looking more obscene than if she just went around completely naked; the titillation was part of the charm, and Tanya adored watching her suitors silently beg for that thing to slip off of her, only for it to mysteriously remain clinging onto her form regardless of how hard they tried to get it off. Then, and only then, was she ready.
The wolfess exhaled, only just realizing she’d been holding her breath for the duration of the transformation. It was hot, heavy; she could feel the air going up past her face and leaving its odd aroma in her nostrils, further enticing her as the pheromones overwhelmed her sense of smell. Anyone caught in that cloud was sure to succumb as well, but nothing was going to happen if she just sat there doing nothing; with the widest grin ever, Tanya got up and immediately banged her head against the ceiling, whimpering quietly and rubbing her scalp afterwards; she somehow always forgot about that every month, no wonder the damned roofing was so full of dents! Chuckling to herself, the wolfess carefully maneuvered her way out of her bedroom and down the stairs, pausing to readjust her barely-there wear before opening the front door and exposing herself to the world.
Though her neighbors were generally aware of what to expect from her come every full moon, it’d be disingenuous to claim every random passer-by knew what sort of beast lay within the building they were walking next to. Thus, every time Tanya burst into the great outdoors, there were always a bunch of fresh pairs of eyes ready to take in her glory and be petrified at the sight of it, some of it even with fear! It was an odd discovery she’d made, that somehow the city was populated by a heck of a lot of people who were into the kind of aesthetic she was cursed with, and reacted to the sudden appearance of a werecreature by developing erections or suddenly becoming very shaky around the knee area; not that she minded, it was precisely the kind of reaction she was looking for, and gave her plenty of opportunities to try out new and exciting things, such as pouncing on people in new angles, or licking them a specific number of times in order to ascertain the ideal number. She affectionately called them her “little experiments”, not that they had any scientific method or served to do anything at all beyond satisfy her own desires. But not that night; that night, Tanya had something special in mind, and needed to keep her wits about her if she was looking to get anything done. No detours allowed for her.
There was a bar in the city, a new place that had just opened that month, and therefore hadn’t yet been blessed by Tanya’s presence. It was likely they heard about her; every single establishment had after all, but seeing as she hadn’t graced them with her very being, it was still up in the air whether or not they had blacklisted her already. From what the wolfess gathered, it was supposed to be a great place to spend a few hours pretending to dance while making unceremonious passes at other people, with cheap drinks to boot, therefore making it a prime target for a creature whose lust was only growing stronger the more the moon shone on it. The vaguely blue light had a way of making her lose herself underneath it, and if not for the fact that Tanya had deliberately emptied herself beforehand, she would’ve been turned into a monster of pure instinct; even now the werewolfess had issues controlling herself, with each male she saw filtering through her eyes as little more than a cock on legs.
It was important to focus, and to keep looking forward. Each step was a reminder of what awaited her should she keep her head on her shoulders, with her heavy paws cracking the pavement and leaving behind deep, long cracks, every motion causing enough sway on her bust that the impromptu top was constantly on the verge of either ripping in half or simply falling off of her. If only Tanya could control her urges for as long as it took to get to the bar, then she was in for the night of her life.
It helped that the moonlight still wasn’t done with her. While the transformation was mostly complete, continued exposure not only heightened her already-exaggerated libido, it also slowly increased her muscle mass the longer she was underneath it, resulting in her frame very gradually bulking out even further; it strained her clothing, sure, but it also made it easier to keep ever-faster paces, eventually reaching such absurds as the wolfess accidentally flipping over cars just because they were in the way, or bending metal poles in order to change direction quicker. A trail of destruction followed her wherever she went, a reminder that the beast was on the prowl that night.
Predictably, the first thing Tanya saw when arriving at her destination was the line, a colossal queue of like-minded, law-abiding citizens who decided their time was best spent waiting until they were called up to the front so they could pretend to be part of some sort of exclusive experience. Truth be told, Tanya envied that sensation; she could overpower anyone on account of her natural charm, but there was something to be said about being treated like she was special, as opposed to a sexual maelstrom covered in fur. Sadly, it seemed no one was willing to give her that gift she so deeply desired, because the bouncer’s first reaction when he looked up to see the approaching giantess was to bring a hand to a speaker on his ear and put on a very panicked look. This prompted everyone in the queue to gradually look back, after which the wave of screaming was enough to nearly send shivers of pain down Tanya’s spine; damn her sensitive ears!
Once everyone was calmed down, mostly by virtue of having fled the line entirely, the wolfess decided to play along and queue up as well. Given that most of everyone had vacated the premises, this surely would mean the waiting time would be short, and yet for some reason the man at the door seemed more intent in staring at her than doing his nominal job; the poor guy stood next to him also seemed reticent to enter the club, despite clearly being there just for that. Tanya, being one for establishing dominance even in the most petty of ways, crossed her arms and began whistling, pretending everything like was perfectly fine while occasionally firing glances at the two people below her; their looks of utter desperation fed her like nothing else.
Eventually however, something had to break, and seeing as how the werewolfess was still fresh and ready to take on the town, it was no surprise the man in front of her on the queue stepped aside and gently gestured for her to take his place, rapidly followed by the bouncer ushering her in without a single word. Tanya nodded, offered a polite smile, and then proceeded to hip-check both of them onto their asses when passing between them, taking care to lower her head in order to fit into the glass doors; wouldn’t want to be picking shards from her fur all night.
Despite her sudden emergence into the main lobby, things kept going as usual within the establishment. The music was loud enough that no one could hear her footsteps approaching, while the smoke-heavy atmosphere ensured that her hazy form would only be seen when it was already too late to do anything about it. That, coupled with the copious amounts of alcohol being served, made for so many wonderful opportunities for casual sexual encounters that Tanya practically giggled at the thought, a terrifying sound and expression that left the security personnel in the lobby proper shaking from head to toe. This just wouldn’t do; the wolfess was there to spread love, not fear! Clearly, if those men were so terrified of her that they’d slowly bring their arms down to what she could only assume were weapons, Tanya had to do something about it, just to make sure the night went smoothly. In the absence of anything else on her, she decided to bend down and give the two men a full view of her several-foot-long cleavage, hanging loosely off her frame and precariously kept in place by a former shirt that was about ready to give up.
Both guards were quick to let go of their suspicions after this short display. One of them even came on the spot!
Giving the both of them the widest grin she could manage, Tanya barged her way into the club itself, confident that no one would dare to stop her. The ceiling was mercifully high enough that she could walk around without needing to hunch, with the atmosphere being just the right kind of heated that her arousal rose to even greater heights than usual; everything was a blur of some kind, melting together into a confusing mess of pheromones, noises and the occasional sensation of touch, brought about by a few lucky ones who were too drunk to really understand who they were bumping into. Her footsteps were muffled by the loud music, allowing her to effectively slip in unnoticed before the first person truly saw she was there, as opposed to being made vaguely aware of them through the heavy filter of casual drugs and thick smoke; even still, it took a while before her shrieking was even heard by anyone else, being stuck in a trance-like state as they were, but the inevitable cascade of realization eventually arrived, and with it, a scramble to try and get as far away from Tanya as possible.
No one really knew who the real wolfess was, the one who spent most of her month working in a drab office without rocking the boat too much; she doubted most of her coworkers were even aware of her unique condition, not through lack of evidence, but sheer apathy. If anyone saw her on the street during any other day, odds were good they wouldn’t recognize her face from anywhere. But the werewolfess Tanya? The one who had terrorized multiple establishments into banning her from the premises, the monster whose sole motivation was finding an adequate mate to rut until they were both left panting and exhausted? The creature of the night that made it a point of honour to utterly trash whatever nightclub she went into in the process of trying to get a good lay? That Tanya was famous all throughout the city, and if not for the wolfess doing such a great job at being a monotonous, seemingly unassuming nobody, she believed someone might’ve connected the dots already. As it stood, her wide, toothy grin was known to just about everyone on the dance floor, be it through secondhand accounts or even firsthand experience; she vaguely recalled a few of the faces staring up at her, giving the werecreature even more of a reason to unleash the greatest, loudest roar possible.
Glass shattered and doors were shaken out of their frames, leaving behind even larger curtains of broken shards when they crashed onto the floor, accompanied by several of the lamps mounted on the ceiling; it might as well have been an EMP from how much sparking it caused, but no, that was entirely a sound-based shockwave… just one powerful enough to overload electrical equipment and nearly rupture the eardrums of everyone that heard it. Most notably, it had a wonderful effect on anyone too stupid (or slow) to cover their ears, in that it had a very special relationship with libido; maybe it was just the primal strength encapsulated in it, or maybe the same energies that transformed her into a werewolf also gave her some sort of odd magical powers, but what she knew for certain was that anytime she let loose like that, those poor few who didn’t protect themselves would run forward and cling onto her body, begging for the werewolfess to fuck them as hard as she could. Quite fortuitously for her, that nightclub was chock-full of individuals who really didn’t think their eardrums needed protection, leaving her spoiled for choice when it came to picking who she wanted to slam against a wall and ride until they were dry.
Sadly though, that night’s selection was less than satisfactory. Not that Tanya was expecting anything out of the ordinary, or else she wouldn’t be going to nightclubs in the first place, but it was always disappointing when the throng of suitors was mostly composed by young twenty-somethings who thought smoking from a hookah made them the height of cool, and whose choice of fashion could be charitably described as several months out of synch with the rest of the world’s. Sure, they’d be enthusiastic, energetic even, but Tanya was looking for something with a bit more substance, a lover that actually knew what they were doing as opposed to being composed mostly of mindless bravado. Only then would she be satisfied for that night.
Not that the selection process wasn’t in itself part of the entertainment; if the werewolfess really just wanted to get fucked in the most literal sense of the word, there were plenty of more efficient alternatives for finding a good mate that didn’t involve being blacklisted from somewhere… but they just weren’t fun. There wasn’t that raw sense of empowerment that came from imposing herself onto the world and forcing everyone to acknowledge that she was in charge, none of the delicious self-fulfillment that came packaged with each vacant stare and tight pair of pants. Getting someone to paint her insides white might be the goal, but the journey there was almost as, if not even more important than the final objective; after a full month of being an almost literal nobody, of being trampled on and mistreated by the bureaucracy, of being made a paperwork slave and looked at as nothing more than a cog in the machine, Tanya got to treat the world with the exact same level of smug self-superiority and contempt that only being a creature of such vast power could give her. Once a month, the wolfess got to walk into somewhere and know she was the one in charge, that no one could ever take that from her, and that she alone could decide who she took to a more private corner so they could have some fun together. No one else, just her.
That was the goal.
Thus, she extracted so much enjoyment from every rejection that her childish glee was completely off the charts; every “no” she gave to her unsuited suitors was yet another recognition that she was so far above their league that it wasn’t even a competition to begin with, and that circled back into the wellspring of satisfaction that was being a beast of such power. Hell, if it turned out that no one in there was good enough for her, she could just move onto the next nightclub and repeat the stunt there, until finally, some day, the list of places she wasn’t blacklisted from was so tiny she’d have to start hitting restaurants instead. That’d be a laugh, a werewolfess like her dressed up all formal-like and pretending to act nicely just so she could find someone to take home and wreck a couple of beds with.
It felt like that’s what was fated to happen, given the complete lack of beefy hunks from which to pick from, but the universe was feeling merciful towards her that day. The initial influx of pretenders might’ve been borne out of her lust-inducing roar, but that was never the end of it; there was panic, there was running, but there were always those who thought themselves brave and strong enough to willingly walk up to her and act like they were the shit, all while carrying erections of such obvious girth that it was a wonder they thought the deception would work. Not just them either, though Tanya was always polite enough to point out she only played the male team; any prospective hopefuls that didn’t have a nice shaft to fill her with need not apply, but were always welcome to request a werecreature infection if they so desired!
No other gals ever took her up on her offer though. Weird.
Normally, the pick from the second group of lover boys was always slightly better than the first, as it could always be split into two further sub-divisions: those who thought they were men enough to tackle a room-sized werewolfess, and those that were. Typically, the latter were always a minority, sometimes non-existent, but the fates were smiling upon her that night, because that, right there, sitting in a corner and pretending like he wasn’t paying attention, was perhaps the most handsome, knee-quivering piece of wolf meat Tany had ever seen in her life. Her mind was already racing with ideas on how great they would look as a monster like her, probably big enough to tower over even her once their transformation was complete; not to mention their shaft would be something to utterly die for, especially if the same proportion distortion applied to it. And yet, they were still sipping on their drink, leaning back on a couch and looking forwards at nothing in particular. It was a power move, and an obvious one; but creatures like them worked entirely in these sorts of ridiculous displays of superiority, and it was less an attempt at imposing himself upon her, and more of a simple message:
“I understand you.”
Tanya dropped what she was doing, quite literally in the sense that some of her suitors had to be physically plucked from her back, and walked over to where that hot young thing was sitting at. The werewolfess destroyed most of the upholstery when trying to find a comfortable place to lie on it, in the process seriously compromising the integrity of her clothing and exposing even more of her bust. Even then, the wolf said and did nothing, though his eyes were very clearly tracking Tanya’s every movement; not a single twitch went through his body, and amazingly enough, his pants remained loose. Could it be that she had misread the situation and that hunk really wasn’t interested in her? That’d be embarrassing.
Then again, he could’ve said something at any step of the way, yet for some reason chose to remain silent. No curt nods, no telling her off, nothing; just staring ahead and sipping on that drink of his, pretending like what had just happened was perfectly normal and not at all something worthy of his attention. It was only after Tanya found her balance atop the wrecked sofas that he did anything different: place the glass on the table between them and then cross his arms over his chest.
Oh, he was good. She liked that one.
“Sup,” Tanya began the conversation, her growly tone doing a great job of sounding far more threatening than alluring.
“Just vibin’,” came the wolf’s response, arms still firmly locked, “or was, ‘till you showed up.”
Oh, he was good. Tanya could feel the edge emanating from him, such a fantastic attempt at trying to sound like he wasn’t impressed. If anything, the fact that he remained flaccid was far more of an accomplishment than his words were, though the werewolfess couldn’t fault him for the theatrics.
“Full moon tonight,” she growled back, trying her best at an inviting smile and instead producing something akin to a murderous snarl, “can’t really help it.”
“Oh, is that what it is? I just figured you stopped giving a shit and overdosed on muscle enhancers.”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.”
A single raised eyebrow. That’s what it took for Tanya to know she was going somewhere. Underneath that pretentious exterior lay someone who was one good comment away from losing control of their own libido, she could smell it; literally as well, the pheromones around that guy were going absolutely wild, making it a genuine surprise that he was still pretending to be uninterested… though that twitch on his right leg did give it away.
“Why don’t you cut the bullshit, take your belt off, and we can get down to business?” - Tanya was a fan of cutting to the chase - “It’ll save us a lot of time and effort, darlin’~”
“Why don’t you get down to business and move the f-”
The man’s snappy reply was cut short by one of Tanya’s paws smashing the table between them, reducing it to splintered wreckage and sending bits of wood and plastic flying in every direction. All those present in the club at the time gasped, shrieked or let out a series of undignified scared noises before taking several steps back, and even the wolf was caught off-guard by it; his cool, collected demeanour faltered for long enough that he seemed to lose it, such that when he tried to regain his composure, all he could manage was to look incredibly out of place and lacking any idea on what to do with his arms. It was cute, in a way; it let the werewolfess know just how much she had gotten to him.
“You were saying?” she snarled, giving the man the biggest, widest smile she could fit her teeth into. To his credit, the other canid didn’t say anything, and in fact appeared to be paying very close attention to those chompers in front of his face; if not for his own incessant need to make sure he was in control, he would’ve ran away already, but he was starting to feel like he bit off more than he could chew.
“There’s uh… th-there was no need for that,” he spat out, trying to look uninterested, “now I’m gonna have to pay for it.”
“I can help you with that,” Tanya replied, moving in ever closer, inch by inch, “or at least distract you for long enough that you’ll stop worrying about it, pipsqueak.”
“What, are you down to fuck?” the wolf chuckled with a raised eyebrow, immediately regretting his choice of words when the couch underneath him was completely destroyed, his body thrown through it as the werewolfess put all of her weight on the one hand that she was using to hold him down, a cloud of dust and soot emerging from the wrecked seat. It was a wonder how he hadn’t broken his spine in the process, though that was hardly any consolation now that he was pinned down and unable to resist Tanya’s advances.
“I don’t know,” she growled, “are you?”
A million different answers he could’ve given her, a million different ways he could futilely try and wriggle out of facing that beast down. He didn’t wanna do it, not now, not ever… but he didn’t really have a choice. With a resigned sigh and a rolling of the eyes, the male wolf stared directly at Tanya and uttered what could very well be his last words ever.
“Yeah, sure. My place or yours?”
The werewolfess was caught off-guard by that one, enough that she flinched and moved backwards just enough to give the man room to escape; not that he’d take it, knowing better than to entice someone like her to go on a chase. Of all the things he could’ve said, those last four words had finally broken through her sense of primal superiority and awoken something that she hadn’t felt in that form for what felt like years: mirth. Tanya began cackling, a hellish noise that shattered glass and sent everyone but her current victim packing for the nearest exit, coughing and wheezing after all the air was squeezed out of her lungs. By the end, she was on all fours, had her back arched and was possessed of a hacking cough, which somehow did nothing to make that wolf’s raging hard-on go down.
“Oh, you are just precious,” she finally told him, gripping his torso as tightly as possible without causing injury, “but I don’t think we need to be going anywhere. Everyone’s gone, aren’t they? We have the whole building for ourselves, darling~!”
“Wait, what?” - for once, the wolf looked genuinely terrified, his eyes darting wildly from side to side - “No, wait, I like this place!”
“Good!” Tanya declared, getting back on her two feet with her lover held aloft in one hand, “Then you’ll love it even more!”
There were no more negotiations to be had and no further discussion was necessary; that man, that… unnamed wolf who she hadn’t bothered to ask for any sort of identification, was going to be her lover for the night, the first one in quite a while where Tanya got to experience the tender touch of a lover while indoors; though, given the amount of damage done to the premises, the wolfess doubted whether she’d be allowed in there ever again. Still, at least she had a warm, turgid rod to take into herself, even if it was pathetically undersized compared to what her true needs were… though, to be fair, it was larger than the usual fare, enough that the werecreature began to have a few ideas of her own.
The thought occurred to her a few times already, though she never quite had the opportunity to put it into practice. It was an intimate gesture, to do so with someone who she actually wanted to get frisky with, rather than the simple treat that it would be for her gal pals. Every once in a while, Tanya had to wonder what it would be like to get it on with another werecreature, someone of equal stature to her, someone so large that she might actually feel stuffed for a change, rather than just mildly poked by something. And maybe it was the fact that the month leading up to that night had been especially terrible, or perhaps just her own, latent sexual deviancy starting to flare up, but the fact that her chosen mate for the night was also a wolf made them a perfect target for an infectious bite. So much so that Tanya found herself slobbering all over him, driving the poor guy to his wit’s end as he became terrified of the prospect of being eaten alive.
“Say…” she piped up, approaching her head to his until his nose was overwhelmed by her hot breath, “have you ever wondered what it would be like to be… better?”
It didn’t take a genius to understand what she was offering, and the young wolf certainly looked like he knew what the werewolfess was referring to. Oddly enough, he wasn’t immediately put off by the idea so hard that he tried to scramble away, and instead appeared to give it a moment’s thought, his gaze unfocused for just the tiniest of instants, before shaking his head extremely half-heartedly.
“No thanks, I’m fine the way I am,” he stated, sounding thoroughly unconvinced, “besides, I’d r-rather not go around wrecking nightclubs whenever the full moon’s out, thank you very much.”
“Are you sure?” Tanya insisted, receiving a curt nod in return, “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to feel the power, the strength, the sensations coursing through your veins as every muscle in your body bulges with extra size, as your senses are heightened to levels you never thought possible before, as everything around you shrinks and you feel like a god compared to the puny, tiny little creatures around you? To bathe in the moon’s light and find yourself becoming larger, stronger, faster, more resilient, knowing that you would have for you a mate that could take you pound for pound for as long as you could last? To become the greatest of symbols of virility, to grow a cock big enough to pierce rebar and balls so massive they can wreck floors just by you standing on one? Are you sure, my mate, that you don’t want this?”
He absolutely wanted it, she could see it, she could smell it, but it was ultimately his choice, not hers. Didn’t stop her from piling on though.
“Every month I have to go through the transformation knowing I won’t find anyone to satisfy me. Knowing that even if the beefiest of hunks decides to claim me, I’ll still be demanding for more long after he’s broken and battered in a corner. I’ve yearned for a mate that could take me, fill me, stuff me, a mate I can ride on until I feel like I’m being split in half! And you can be this mate, my lover. You can be this mate and so much more… if only you’ll accept my gift~”
His eyes were unfocused, his shaft throbbing the hardest it had been since the two met. Subconsciously, his hands moved upwards to touch Tanya’s face, moving down to feel the shape of her sharp canines. He was infatuated, enraptured even, and now he wanted it. He wanted it for himself, he wanted it now and forevermore, knowing that he’d have a werewolfess waiting for him at every full moon. All he had to do was say yes, but the poor thing was so transfixed that all he could do was babble incoherently, prompting Tanya to smooch him on the forehead… and only make it worse.
“Nod for yes, shake your head for no,” she told him, once again receiving so many nods in return that she had to chuckle, “well then, hold onto something. This might sting a bit~”
The last thing the wolf saw was Tanya’s open maw, a flash of white, and then the world went dark. His body shut down on contact, knowing that if it was allowed to process just what had happened, it would never recover. The bite itself would be fatal, if not for the healing factor inherent to their condition ensuring that it healed over almost instantly after the lycanthropic infection began spreading from the point of contact. The werewolfess kept her teeth firmly inside her mate’s body, letting her drool seep in and contaminate his bloodstream; it was sloppy, but it was the easiest way to ensure a proper transformation… and the only way to trigger one without the need for moonlight; there was no way she was going outside after getting all comfortable.
The change began to take place almost instantly, the wolf writhing underneath her and gasping for breath, his lungs and heart working on overdrive to provide his transforming body with all the oxygen it needed to keep itself functioning. His arms began to bulge out, followed by his torso and then legs, the man’s already-toned physique accentuating itself and adding more and more mass, seemingly from nowhere, even going so far as to improve upon the bulk on his neck, leaving the wolf looking exactly like the giant hunk of man-meat that Tanya always fantasized about. But he wasn’t done; not even remotely. Not only did he easily match the werewolfess for height, he kept going until she began wondering what kind of sorcery she was performing, ending with his body becoming so utterly massive that Tanya felt like she was just barely dangling off his shoulder, even though her teeth were still firmly sunk into it. Pecs inflated and solidified, abs chiseled themselves into place, musculature defined itself until that man, that glorious beast, was given an Adonis-like figure that made poor Tanya feel weak at the knee.
And below his waist, well… she’d always wanted to see something like that, but never could she have expected that a male’s transformed shaft would be of that size; it was so big that it went past his knees even though it was still half-flaccid, with the set of nuts underneath it bulging outwards with each heartbeat until they began overflowing from his legs. Spurts of pre flew several feet in the air, promising a release unlike any she’d ever seen. And finally, after the werewolf reached about one and a half Tanyas in height, the transformation stopped, the wolfess yanking her head back and watching as the bite mark healed itself in under a second.
What had she done?
She’d just made her perfect mate… and now she was terrified she might not live up to expectations. Fear was a new experience for her in that form, and she didn’t like it, not one bit.
It didn’t last for long though, or at least that beast thought to soothe it in his own demented way; possessed of a strength that he couldn’t even begin to describe, the werewolf believed the best way to demonstrate he was in full control of himself was to grab his lover by the shoulders and give her as many licks as he could, trying to channel his inner puppy while he was still keeping his libido in check. Unfortunately for him, Tanya was so terrified by what she had created that the sudden grip was enough to get her to scramble and scratch her way out, only managing to clip a few hairs off the bigger hunk’s body before realizing what he was doing; her panic melted away, replaced initially by confusion, before it finally made room for calmness yet again. That monster wasn’t trying to eat her, he was being affectionate… in a rather weird way, but still! Goodness, and there she was, worried about having made someone who would turn on her, how silly of her to even think that someone as wonderful as that glorious piece of beefy man-meat would ever do anything to harm her; of course he was trying to get into it.
These words were all she had left; Tanya was still not entirely convinced.
“I feel…” the giant began to say, his voice deep and gravelly, rumbling through both their forms, “I feel…”
“Powerful?” Tanya completed for him, trying to gauge what his mental state was like, “Like you could take on the world, win and then still go for seconds? Like you could j-”
“Jump to the moon and tear it to shreds,” the hunk completed her thought, allowing the two to share a few moments where they looked into each other’s eyes and felt a profound, almost mystical understanding for one another, “like I could stare at a wall-”
“And it would crumble just from the intensity, yes!” Tanya quickly replied, now getting into the rhythm of it, “Like it’s fire pumping through your veins and you feel like you’re about to erupt just from existing, like there’s an endless, raging inferno boiling inside of you that you need to get out before it turns you into ash an-”
Her ramblings were quickly taken care of by the werewolf’s mouth lunging towards hers, their tongues intertwining as her lover pressed the two into a deep kiss, one that wouldn’t be broken until both of them were drunk off one another’s scent, their hot breath filling their nostrils and spiking their sex drive to such a high point that even the wolfess was surprised at how much she wanted to jump her new mate’s bones. She’d never felt that way before; everything else had been her meager attempts at establishing dominance and getting it handed to her by virtue of just being bigger than everyone else, but this? This was something new, a raw sense of animalistic desire, a need to be filled and stretched out by that colossal shaft that hunk of a man was sporting. She had to have him, even if she had to pin him against a wall and ride him until he was dry… and now that she found where her courage had gone to, things were about to spiral out of control very quickly indeed.
No more words were needed between the two, their instincts more than enough to light the way forward. Both of them knew what had to be done and wasted no time getting down to business, with the wolf in particular maneuvering that immense rod so that its tip was firmly lodged inside of his partner’s slit, not even bothering with foreplay before bucking his hips and plunging that thing deeply into her, almost bottoming out completely before slamming directly into her cervix, causing Tanya’s back to arch and her throat to erupt into a glorious, joyous roar that took care of any pane of glass that hadn’t already been shattered. What was more, the sudden insertion awoke something inside of her as well, something that had been waiting for years to come out: more of her. It was clear that her body wasn’t large enough to take that cock, therefore, something had to be done about it, and that something was more Tanya.
Every thrust produced more wolfess, be it in height, muscle mass, or wonderfully soft bosom to cover more of the werewolf’s face, allowing Tanya to take increasing amounts of control over where their little session went, even as she was in the middle of being split in half by the largest rod she’d ever taken in her whole life, and her ability to stop herself from loudly begging for more was spotty at best. Anyone outside the building was getting an earful of the wolfess demanding that her new lover fill her until her insides were permanently stained white, while the wolf beneath him was more than happy to keep smothering himself into her growing bosom, even going so far as to offer playful bites of her supple breastflesh, a sharp contrast to how roughly he was digging his fingers into her ass in order to give him the leverage he needed to keep ploughing her like the beastly creature that he was. A wonderful disparity, if either of them were in the mood for poetic dichotomies; as it was, they were far more concerned with ruining whatever was left of the nightclub’s internal structure, with the walls next to them crumbling whenever they shifted position and accidentally rolled into something. It wouldn’t take long before whole sections of the place began to collapse, covering the two lovers in rubble… and, quite coincidentally, illuminating them with fresh, cool moonlight.
If the couple was wild already, now there was nothing stopping them from going completely off the rails, especially since the boost in power and size that came with more exposure to the moon allowed them to thoroughly destroy the rest of the nightclub, thus exposing more of their bodies to the outdoors and the rest was history; before long, there was no club at all, with the management and staff outside torn between wailing at the loss of their establishment or dropping their trousers and engaging in the same kind of mindless exploration of pleasure that they were witnessing in front of them. Granted, not everyone reacted in the same way; the place’s owner was openly sobbing about how his insurance would never cover that sort of disaster, while the bartender was staring ahead, blankly, knowing that his finest drinks and special mixing set had most likely been flattened, all while they were forced to listen to the wet thwapping of the werewolf’s balls constantly slapping against either the ground, tearing off whole chunks of concrete and dirt, or the wolfess’ ass, leaving behind bruises that instantly healed.
Their whole lovemaking was dangerously rough, made possible only thanks to their bodies’ inherent resilience; if not for them being able to heal most damage almost instantly, there would’ve been broken bones several minutes ago, to say nothing of shattered pelvises or worse. But with their special nature taking care of those little details for them, it was easy for them to keep going and forget about such silly things as “limits” or “knowing when to stop”; the ground around them was covered in spunk by the time either of them began to feel their climax looming at the distance, with Tanya in particular already being so bloated by the flood that onlookers could be forgiven for thinking her lover had been in orgasm for most of their liaison. In truth, neither of them were even remotely close to the end, and now that they had unleashed their inner beasts, it had become a competition.
Tanya would never give in first, and neither would her mate. This was obviously untenable, but they didn’t care; as far as they were concerned, the other one would break first, even if they had to keep going at it for hours on end until the moon went down and their transformation ended naturally. More fluids continued to seep out, more grunts scratched their throats until they weren’t even able to produce sounds anymore, all while the remains of the building were demolished around them, the two growing werecreatures threatening the other structures around them as they constantly attempted to get the upper hand on the other, throwing one another around, rolling with their partner until they ended on top, ravaging their forms as the healing factor continued to work its magic. They should’ve been done and dusted within minutes of getting started, but it took two hours before the sweat began to pour profusely enough to worry the both of them.
They were on their last legs, and couldn’t last much longer before their bodies gave in of their own accord. Tanya, knowing full well that this was entirely her fault, made a promise to herself that she would never break first, and though it was getting increasingly harder to keep, though she saw her climax edging around the corner every time she opened her eyes and witnessed what kind of a mess was around them, how big her breasts had become or just what size that shaft inside of her had taken on… she held. She held strong, refused to yield, and stared down that upstart puppy that fancied himself a monster until he knew that it was his duty to his mate to finish first. Not that he wanted to, and it still took them quite a while before the silent argument was resolved, but ultimately, and against all odds, it was indeed the werewolf, who by that point had reached a good twenty feet in height and about half as much in width, who grunted loudly enough to rumble doors off their hinges before a shockwave coursed through his body, and the final release plunged deeply into Tanya’s womb. Knowing she had won, the werewolfess allowed the first true impact to be the trigger for her own orgasm, surrendering control of her muscles to the aether until she collapsed atop her hunk’s chest.
How long were they there? Minutes? Even more hours? It was hard to tell, though the sky did look a lot lighter by the time they both came back to reality, huffing and puffing and barely able to breathe, holding one another in their arms while still drunk off the overwhelmingly hot atmosphere, courtesy of the ridiculous amounts of fluids flowing all around them. The wolf was having a nice time as well, seeing as his face was almost completely buried in a bosom that was frankly ridiculous in size, though Tanya supposed it was an adequate trade for that cock she had inside of her still; that thing was somehow still as hard as it had been in the middle of it all, filling her so much that she felt like she’d just swallowed several days’ worth of meals. Amidst all of this, Tanya realized something: she didn’t know the man’s name. She wanted to call out for him, tease him about how much of a stud he was, and just then came to realize she never asked what he was called. For a moment, the werewolfess felt genuinely embarrassed, before clearing her throat in an attempt to get his attention.
“So,” she croaked, having to cough a few times to get her voice straight, “to whom do I owe the pleasure?”
The response came from somewhere beneath her tits, muffled and incomprehensible. She was sure it was something generic and forgettable, but didn’t feel like letting it go that time; he was her mate. She chose him to be her mate. And thus, it was only proper that she knew his name, which is why she went to the trouble of removing her breasts from his face.
“Felix,” he breathed out, face still red from everything that had happened, “my name’s Felix.”
