Becky paced furiously back and forth across the length of the living room, her roommate staring incredulously. “I’m telling you, something’s up with her.”

“I getcha, I just kinda think you’re bein’ paranoid. Or maybe a bit racist?”

“I’m not being racist!”

“It’s just that accusing a wolf of being a werewolf is kind of a bad look, is all.”

“It’s not because she’s a wolf, okay,” Becky snapped. “Like, if she were a cat and everything else was identical I’d still think she was a werewolf. We’ve been over this, Stacy.”

“I’m still not convinced. Are you sure that it’s not just that you’re jealous she can afford to own a condo on her own?”

“No!” Becky squeaked indignantly. “It’s not because I’m jealous, it’s not because I’m racist, and before you say it it’s not because I’m bored and it’s not because I’m horny either! It’s because she’s obviously a werewolf.”

“Becky, honey, werewolves aren’t a thing that exists,” Stacy said, slowly and patiently. In spite of being a very laid back person, or perhaps because she was a very laid back person, she often found herself being the voice of reason and responsibility in contrast to her housemate and best friend. Becky was a good girl, really. She was just a bit... paranoid. Maybe it was a prey species thing? Though if that was the case, it was odd that she was housemates and best friends with a cat. Maybe there was some kind of undiagnosed mental illness going on. Maybe she was just a bit too trusting of things she read on the internet. Whatever the reason, Becky had a longstanding habit of buying into conspiracy theories and supernatural bullshit and especially conspiracy theories about supernatural bullshit. She believed in UFOs, she believed in Atlantis, she believed in ghosts, she believed in the Illuminati, and apparently she believed in werewolves.

“Well, okay then, what’s your explanation?”

Stacy shrugged. “I haven’t seen anything particularly out of the ordinary about her aside from the fact that she can actually afford real estate alone in this day and age.”

Becky threw her hands up in frustration. “How have you not noticed that something is clearly up with her?!”

“Becky, do you remember the last time we got a new neighbour and you thought he was an alien for like three months? And then we had dinner with him and his girlfriend and you admitted neither of them were actually aliens?”

“I still think he’s an alien. Just... a really nice alien.”

“Becky.”

“She never goes out at night.”

“Becky neither do you.”

“Okay, yes, but, she’s not consistent about it.”

“Becky what does that even mean.”

“How have you not noticed this? Ugh.” Becky pinched the bridge of her snout in frustration. “Okay, look. She’s lived next door for three months now, right?”

“Right.”

“And over the course of those three months, her nighttime activities have followed a very consistent pattern. She starts out going out at night a lot, but then as the month goes on she goes out less and less until she’s completely locked up whenever the moon’s up, and then she’ll start going out more and more until she’s basically out every night again.”

“Becky-”

“And this pattern matches perfectly with the lunar cycle. You can’t tell me that it’s not suspicious that how active her social life is at nighttime is inversely proportionate to how full the moon is.”

“Becky that’s kind of a big logical leap.”

“No it’s not!”

“There’s nothing implying those two facts are related, Becky,” Stacy explained patiently.

“Okay, how about this? Since she moved in she started up a garden, right?”

“Werewolves are known for gardening?”

“It’s all aconites.”

“Aconites?”

“Wolfsbane.”

“Okay but isn’t the folklore that wolfsbane is bad for werewolves?”

“No,” Becky said, though she didn’t sound particularly certain.

“Why is it called wolf’s bane then.”

“A-anyway! Every full moon, without fail, there’s these loud noises that come from her condo. How haven’t you noticed them?”

“Becky, I have noticed them.”

“And you’re still claiming she’s not clearly a werewolf?”

“Becky. They’re sex noises.”

Becky blushed furiously. “Stacy, she’s howling! What the fuck kind of sex have you had that you think sex sounds like howling?”

“Becky, with all due respect, how much sex have you had?” The mouse completely failed to respond, instead blushing deeper and averting her eyes with a frustrated frown. Stacy hadn’t needed to ask, really – she knew full well that Becky didn’t really get any. She didn’t have much of a social life outside the internet. And Stacy respected that. She’d offer to take Becky clubbing or to bars or just to hang out outside, but if Becky refused the offer then she wouldn’t push the issue. And honestly? Even on those rare occasions when Becky did decide to go out, she didn’t do herself any favours. That paranoid personality of hers resulted in her often coming across as a bit abrasive. Or a lot abrasive. And she wasn’t exactly the most conventionally attractive person, to boot. She was cute, in a sort of chubby nerd kind of way. But most guys (or at least the ones in Stacy’s social circles) just sort of saw her as fat and homely. Which, in retrospect, didn’t say the best things about Stacy’s social circles. “Listen, have you ever considered that maybe this is all just... one big coincidence? Again?”

Becky just frowned deeper and blushed more furiously. “She is a werewolf,” she muttered. “And I’m gonna prove it.”

“Oh god. Becky please don’t make a spectacle of yourself.”

“I’m not gonna make a spectacle of myself!” Becky snapped. “The last time I tried sneaking around it went badly, so this time I’m just going to be blunt.”

“Becky you can’t just walk up to a wolf and ask her if she’s a werewolf holy shit.”

“Oh come on!” Once again, Becky threw up her hands in exasperation. “You can’t just say I’m wrong and then not let me even try to prove otherwise!”

“... Becky, listen, you’re not wrong about that, but-”

“No, you listen! I’m sick and tired of you acting like I’m crazy because I can look at what’s in front of my face and make the logical conclusion!”

“Becky, you know that’s not true. I’m just looking out for you.”

“I never asked you to look out for me!”

“Honey, you’ve gotta be aware why it’s a bad idea to go up to a stranger who is a wolf and accuse them of being a werewolf.”

“I told you I’m not a racist!”

“Yes and I know that but she doesn’t.” Stacy sighed. “The best case scenario is that you’re gonna give the worst possible first impression ever. The worst is that she calls the cops on you or has a big wolf boyfriend over who’ll beat the shit out of you or something like that and I don’t want that to happen.”

“Now who’s being paranoid? I’m just gonna go over and clear the air and see if I’m right or if it’s all just a big misunderstanding.”

“Becky, wait-”

“No!” the mouse said with an air of finality, before turning around and storming off. “I’m doing this and you can’t stop me!”

And just like that she was gone. Stacy slumped backwards into her chair, struggling to process the storm of emotions she was experiencing. She honestly wasn’t entirely sure what to feel, but she couldn’t help but get the inkling that she was the asshole in that exchange. Maybe Becky was right. Maybe their new neighbour would see the mouse’s eccentricities for what they were – eccentricities. Laugh it off. Best case scenario, Becky might actually end up making another friend in meatspace! As it was, her entire social life existed online and that frankly wasn’t super healthy in the long run.

But she couldn’t help but feel like that crossed the line from being optimistic to being naive. She could imagine things going well, but try as she might she couldn’t actually believe that’s how things would go down. “I should go after her,” she muttered, knowing full well that would only make things worse. She didn’t want to risk damaging their friendship, considering that it was the only offline friendship that Becky even had and that both of their names were on the paperwork so they were kind of stuck with each other unless they sold the condo and bought new ones separately. And neither of them could afford anywhere near this nice on their own and Becky in particular almost certainly wasn’t finding another housemate ever.

And anyway Becky was her friend god dammit, she didn’t want to burn that bridge over something that was ultimately kind of trivial. But also she couldn’t just let Becky make this patently terrible decision and possibly get hurt. In the end, Stacy found herself paralyzed with indecision. She just... didn’t know what to do.

“... Well, at least she’s getting out of the house.”

~~~~~~

Stacy had, ultimately, been right. Becky knew as much, but misplaced righteous indignation had carried her exactly far enough that by the time the fact that this was a bad idea had settled in, she’d already knocked on the door. “... Maybe she’s not home?” she muttered to herself, knowing full well that of course she was at home, it was a full moon she’d been over this.

Sure enough, there was a small commotion inside and then the door popped open. There she was; the suspected werewolf. Becky had never seen her up close before, and now that she had she suddenly found herself a lot more worried than she had been. As established, Becky was not exactly the largest person in the world. Even people who were average heights towered over her, and the neighbour lady seemed to be decidedly above average in that regard. Becky found herself almost exactly eye-level with the wolf woman’s bare navel – she seemed to be only wearing underwear for some reason. Becky didn’t really know, all she knew was that this woman, in addition to being like six foot nine, was fucking buff. Every muscle perfectly defined, like a god damn marble sculpture. The only bits of fat on her body were her ass and her massive tits. God, they had to be the size of her head. Not that Becky could get a good look at her head, considering her boobs were in the way.

The very large woman looked around in confusion. “Did I get ding dong ditched?” she muttered to herself. “Fuckin’ kids...”

“U-um, down here.”

The woman leaned forward slightly. “Oh, hey. You’re one of the neighbours, right? Nice to finally meetcha.” She sighed. “You’re also definitely not who I was expecting. If that motherfucker ghosted me again I’m gonna scream.”

“U-um.” Becky struggled to find anything to say. Now that she was actually face to face (in a manner of speaking) with the object of her paranoia, all she could think of was how fucking hot she was. Words completely and utterly failed her, and so in the end she fell back to basics. “Are you a werewolf?”

God, saying it out loud like this it really did sound dumb and kinda racist. The woman raised an eyebrow curiously, and Becky blushed so hard it kind of hurt. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now yet another member of the homeowners association was gonna hate her for making a dumb paranoid conspiracy theory accusation, and all because she’d stayed up late reading about how werewolves were real actually and then latched onto the first person who might be a werewolf.

“Ah, shit, was it that obvious?”

“wait what”

The larger woman groaned. “Come on in, I’ll make some tea and then... try and explain things.” Becky found herself without a choice except to accept the apparent werewolf’s invitation. Ideally she would have ran the fuck away around when she’d made that initial accusation of werewolfism. But she hadn’t and now her neighbour was physically ushering her inside. And, as established, Becky was tiny and the wolf was the opposite of tiny. So she didn’t really have much choice in the matter and suddenly found herself inside the condo with the door locked and bolted behind her. “Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t exactly expecting company that would give a shit about that kinda thing.”

“R-right. It’s, uh. It’s fine.” The condo was, Becky noticed, almost identical to her own in terms of the layout. The furniture was different but the actual building was the same. Which made sense, really – it was a condo, not a house. Being surprised by the layouts of their homes being the same would be like if she lived in an apartment building and was surprised the architecture of her neighbour’s apartment was the same as her own. It made sense. And it was a good way to distract her from the situation.

That was a lie. She wasn’t distracted at all. “Please don’t eat me.”

“I’m not gonna eat ya’, don’t worry,” the wolf woman said with a weary sigh. “Even if I did eat people, which I don’t by the way, I’m in enough hot water without my neighbours going missing after stopping by to visit.”

“Oh.”

“And before you ask, no, werewolves don’t eat people. Or I mean I guess there might be some werewolf out there who eats people, but he’d be the kind of person who would eat people even if he wasn’t a werewolf. Do you get what I mean?”

“I think so.” Becky tentatively took a seat on the woman’s very large couch. “S-so what do you eat, then?”

“Pretty much the same shit everyone else does. Just, you know, more. Because when I transform I get bigger.”

Becky tried not to picture that and failed miserably. “I, um. I thought-”

“Yeah I don’t blame you. There’s a lotta misinformation out there because for some inane reason the people up top have decided that werewolves need to be secret? It’s dumb. We live in a fuckin’ civilized society, not scared illiterate peasants living in mud huts. If we just took the effort to teach people the facts then I wouldn’t have to super obviously schedule my social life around the lunar cycle, yanno?”

“I, um. I guess?????”

“Yeah. This is what I meant when I said I’d try and explain things. I’ve kinda got a lot to explain because all the salient points are supposed to be secret. Which is dumb.”

“Oh. Then, um. Should you really be telling me all this?”

“No but I’m gonna do it anyway.” The woman placed two large mugs filled with steaming liquid on the coffee table in front of the couch and then took a seat beside Becky. Where the mouse barely took up any space at all, the wolf dominated the space by virtue of her sheer physical size. She effortlessly took up most of the couch – which, admittedly, wasn’t a very large couch. Clearly designed for at most two normal sized people who were okay with being kind of intimate. The wolf woman, while not outright amazonian, was still absolutely pushing the upper limit of how tall a person could be without some kind of genetic disorder or something. Still, she also seemed to pointedly be taking up just a bit more of the couch than she needed to and that made Becky very uncomfortable and also a little horny. A lot horny. A lot horny. “I figure we should start with names. I’m Winifred. Please don’t actually call me Winifred, it’s a grandma name.”

“Okay.”

“Winnie’s fine, I tend to prefer Wynn. What about you?”

“Um. Becky.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Becky was having a hard time thinking of anything other than how big and sexy Wynn was and how good she smelled and how horny she was. Honestly, Becky was always kind of horny. She didn’t exactly get much in the way of sex. Or any sex at all. Ever. So of course she had a high baseline level of libido, because she never got to let any of it out. And of course sitting this close to a big sweaty big buff big tiddy big wolf lady was turning her on. Did she mention big? She shuffled her body towards the armrest in an attempt to maybe clear her head a bit and also to give Wynn some personal space. They had, after all, only just met, so it was probably a bit rude to be as leaky as she suddenly found herself.

“Don’t worry about it,” Wynn said, gently reaching over and placing a hand on Becky’s shoulder. “I’m used to it. It’s kind of a werewolf thing. Pheromones. They get stronger depending on where the lunar cycle is and in case you didn’t notice tonight’s a full moon.” Wynn pulled Becky back in, and then closer, resting the smaller mouse’s head against her left boob. “If you want we can have a quick fuck before we get into the nitty gritty details about werewolves.”

“Um. What.”

“Well, I was, uh, kind of expecting someone but they haven’t shown. So I’ve got no one to do for the evening. If you get my drift.”

“Okay,” Becky said, the implications of Wynn’s specific wording going completely over her head.

“Kinda ties into that whole thing I mentioned about being in trouble earlier? I’m, uh, a werewolf porn star.” Wynn shrugged. “Turns out there’s a really big, really lucrative niche for a big buff girl getting bigger and buffer and then fucking someone on camera. But it’s kind of... super not allowed for reasons I’ll get into once we get to the exposition, so it’s hard to get reliable cameramen and partners and such. Usually if they’ve not shown up by now they’re not gonna. Which is annoying because that’s no paycheque this month.” She blushed slightly as she realized she’d been rambling. “But, uh, a-anyway, the point is that I’ve got energy to burn and you’re clearly into me and I’m definitely into you, so-”

“Wait hold on,” Becky interrupted. “You’re... Into me?”

“Yeah. You’re, uh, kinda my type exactly. For reasons.” Wynn was no longer blushing slightly, but rather an awful lot. “See, uh, I’ve got a... thing. For taking cute nerdy girls, ‘specially little ones, and... Turning ‘em.”

“Turning?” Becky asked, her mind honestly still mostly focused on big wolf boob and the fact that big wolf boob wanted to fuck her.

“Like, you know. Into a werewolf. W-which I won’t do to you if you don’t want it! I couldn’t even if I wanted to, that’s how the magic works. It’s gotta be consensual. But, uh. You kinda smell like if you were turned into a werewolf you’d be a, uh, a big one.”

“O-oh.” Something clicked, deep in Becky’s primal animal brain. Intellectually she knew this wasn’t a decision to make based on pheromone induced lust. But... fuck it, she liked the way her animal brain was thinking. She had no experience with sex, or at least not firsthand, but somehow instincts she didn’t know she had kicked in. She grabbed the hand that was resting on her shoulder and moved it down and under her sweatshirt, placing it on one of her boobs.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes?” Wynn’s voice regained that earlier confidence as she took the hint and squeezed, drawing a high pitched squeak from the smaller mouse.

“U-um. Being big sounds good.”

“It is.” Wynn smirked slightly. “You’re no slouch as it is, though. These’ve gotta be E-cups at least.”

“Um. F-cups.”

“Nice.”

“Right...” Becky’s boobs were fairly large, she supposed, if you just looked at raw cup size. The problem was that they weren’t so much big as she was big overall. And not the good kind of big, the kind that Becky had an unsubtle thing for and that she had honestly kind of wanted to be for most of her life. No, she was just kinda fat and dumpy. She did not, as had been made abundantly clear, get out much. Or really get any kind of meaningful exercise. Ever. She’d always been kinda chubby, and she’d never been particularly pleased about it. She’d much rather look closer to Wynn than to herself, if given the choice. Of course, she wasn’t going to pretend that not looking like Wynn wasn’t at least a little bit her own damn fault. She got tired easily and she never went outside and she probably didn’t have the healthiest diet. But some of it was just a poor metabolism and a longstanding tendency towards being chufty. “If you say so...”

“Hey, I already told you you’re my type. Just take the compliment, babe. ‘sides, by the way you smell, if we do go through with this, they’re prolly gonna be a lot bigger than F-cups.”

“A-anyway,” Becky said, desperate to change the subject to literally anything else. “H-how does this whole thing work?”

“Well, first off we can’t do it here,” Wynn said. She removed her hand from Becky’s boob, and the smaller girl letting out a whimper of protest. “Trust me, we’re gonna need breathing room. Lots of breathing room.” The larger woman stood up, before turning around and taking Becky by the hand. “Come on, this way.”

“O-okay,” Becky stuttered in response. She allowed Wynn to pull her to her feet and gently lead her to a door that she knew lead to the basement.

“Lotsa headroom down there,” Wynn said simply. “Anyway, there’s a few things you should probably know before I turn you. First off, like I said, you won’t turn unless you actually want it. And not, like, just thinking you want it or saying you want it. ‘s gotta be legit. If there’s a chance you’d regret it in the morning, it won’t take. Which means it’s probably best if I explain the rules of bein’ a werewolf before I try to turn you, just so you know what you’re getting into. Which I’ll do after explaining how turning you works but before turning you.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve also gotta be transformed before I can turn you. So, uh, be careful. When you turn, you don’t get violent, but your inhibitions go way down and there’s certain... instincts that are hard to ignore.”

“O-okay.” Honestly, as far as Becky was concerned, that was a positive. Getting ravaged by a horny werewolf sounded fucking hot.

“Anyway, here we are! The wolf room!”

“O-oh. It’s certainly... big?” Big was a bit of an understatement. Where her basement was divided into various different storage and utility rooms, Wynn’s was completely open, with only one small corner walled off into a separate room. Presumably, that contained the boiler and the fusebox and such, because Becky couldn’t see either in the wolf room proper. It also went deeper than her basement, resulting in a much higher ceiling – something like fifteen fucking feet – and also seemed to have significantly more floorspace.

“I had to do some renovations, yeah. Like I said, werewolves need a lotta space. I also extended it out into the yard a bit so I could install a window for, you know, the moon. Kinda important.”

“That, uh. That makes sense, yeah,” Becky said, wiggling her bare feet against the soft shag carpeting. That was another thing that Becky’s basement lacked, the flooring instead bare concrete. The lighting fixtures were impressive, more like something out of a film set than a basement – though most of them were off at the moment, leaving the lighting dim and moody. And, in the middle of the room, there was the biggest fucking bed that Becky had ever seen. Flat and round, without a headboard, loaded heavily with soft looking red pillows. It also took up much of the available floorspace. Beyond king sized, it seemed.

It also pointedly had shackles casually resting on it. “That’s a big part of the show,” Wynn clarified. “Get shackled, outgrow shackles. Prrrrrrobably not gonna get any use out of ‘em tonight, tho. Camera crew’s like three hours late now, even if they did show up it’ll take ‘em a few hours to set up and that’s waaaay too long in my book.” She sat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress to her right. Becky took the hint and then took a seat, then after a moment of thought scooted slightly closer to Wynn.

“So, basic mechanics ‘n shit. First, obviously the transformation’s tied to the moon. You can transform without it if you want? But the intensity’s tied to how full the moon is. Can’t transform at all on a new moon. And then conversely, if the moon’s full, you will transform. You can take small amounts of wolfsbane to keep yourself from transforming, but you really shouldn’t forego transforming entirely because the longer you go without transforming the more... intense your next transformation will be when it happens. I remember hearin’ a horror story about a girl who went like three years without transforming and ended up outgrowing her apartment complex.”

“R-right, don’t skip transformations if you can help it. Gotcha.” Though, honestly speaking, that sounded kinda hot. But on the other hand, three years was a long time, and she didn’t really relish the idea of having to find a new condo. So she didn’t really foresee herself going through with it any time soon.

But man did she want to.

“Anyway, you already know about the pheromones. I mentioned the instincts. You can prolly guess the size, but it’s easier to just show you that. Lemme see, is there anything else I should tell you before we get going?”

“Um. H-how does transforming me actually work?”

“Oh, right, duh. So. Like I said, you gotta legitimately want it, and I’ve gotta specifically intend to turn you. From there, I transform and then all we gotta do is exchange fluids. The traditional method is a bite.”

“Oh.”

“Buuuuuut,” Wynn said with a blush and a nervous smirk. “There’s... More fun ways to do it.”

“oh.”

Wynn stood up, moving slightly away from the bed before turning to face Becky. “One last thing before we get started,” she said, reaching up and hooking her thumbs under her sports bra. She quickly pulled it off in one fluid motion, unleashing her fat tits on the world. God, they seemed even bigger with her clothes off. Big and round, firm but not too firm, with just enough heft to confirm they probably weren’t fake. “I’ve sort of implied it, but werewolves are... really big. Like really big. The smallest werewolf is still gonna be like twice as big as you are now.”

“oh my god,” Becky said, just barely coherently enough to technically count as speaking and not just breathing.

“We don’t hafta go through with this if you’re not cool with it.”

“Fuck that,” Becky said. “I wanna be big.”

“If you’re sure,” Wynn said. “Just remember, we can back out at basically any time if you wanna change your mind.”

With that, Wynn removed her panties. Slowly and teasingly – she was very good at this, it seemed. Becky’s eyes widened in anticipation as the larger woman slowly slid them down her toned legs.

And then widened further when she stood back up and a massive red wolfcock seemed to flop into existence. God, it practically reached her knees.

“I toldja werewolves were big, babe,” Wynn said with a confident smirk. “It’s not even hard yet. And just wait until I transform.”

Becky barely even registered Wynn speaking. Her whole world was that cock. She had always had... certain interests, sexually speaking. Unrealistic standards that she didn’t really expect anyone who wasn’t a cartoon to meet. And yet here was Wynn, not only meeting them but in some cases exceeding them. She was tall, she was curvy, she was buff, she was hung, and apparently she got bigger.

Maybe it was just the pheromones. Or maybe she was just a lot more eager for this to happen than she thought. Or, fuck it, maybe she was just that desperate to finally get laid. Whatever the reason, all coherent thought was tossed aside in favour of focusing on that dick. It was, as Becky had already noted several times, very big. In spite of not being hard yet, it was already big enough that she was pretty sure it wouldn’t fit inside of her. And it was already pulsing and twitching bigger as the obviously sexual situation caused it to stir to life. “Where were you hiding that?”

“I’ve gotten extremely good at tucking over the years.”

That seemed doubtful, considering its raw size and how tight Wynn’s scant amount of clothing had been. But, well, somehow Becky couldn’t manage to bring herself to give a fuck about the semantics of the situation. Again; it was extremely difficult to direct her attention to anything other than the dick. In addition to being huge, the bright red flesh stood out against the wolf’s dark grey fur. And the shape was... weird. Of course, Becky was, to the surprise of exactly nobody, not super familiar with penises. She’d never seen one in person, or at least not since she was very very young. But she wasn’t completely sheltered. She’d at least, like, watched porn and shit. She knew what dicks were supposed to look like, and they didn’t typically look like that. It was red, for one, and for another the head was weirdly... Pointy? Pointy, widening in a soft curve down the length before bulging obscenely at the base.

Again, she wasn’t naive. She knew, sort of, what a wolf penis looked like, at least in the abstract, and she knew what a knot was. But she’d never actually seen a real one in person before, let alone one this big or that was attached to a person and not an animal. By this point it seemed to have gotten fully hard. Its sheer weight was enough that it bent forward, looming over Becky’s tiny body – god, it was almost as big as her. Big enough that, were it not being held down by the sheer force of its own weight, it’d probably bump Wynn in her snout.

And this was normal Wynn. If she was telling the truth – and at this point Becky found less and less reason to doubt her – she was only gonna get bigger once she turned.

Becky’s mouth felt awfully dry all of a sudden.

“So,” Wynn said. “You ready to get started?” Becky nodded silently in response. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Becky replied.

“Okay. I have a few more things to take care of before we get started, though, and in the meantime you should probably take your clothes off.”

“I’ll be fine,” Becky said with a blush. “I, um. I wanna outgrow them.”

“Yeah, uh, let me tell you from experience. Outgrowing your clothing sounds sexy but usually it just ends up being really uncomfortable, and going through entire outfits every time you shift gets real expensive real quickly. And you do still need clothes when you’re not shifted. Trust me, it’s better to take the extra few minutes to take ‘em off.”

“O-oh.”

“Plus you’re gonna need to take your pants off anyway so I can get at your pussy.”

“oh.” That was all that Becky needed to hear. Her libido took over from there, quickly scrambling to take off her clothing. It was not, thankfully, all that difficult. Considering she barely ever went outside, she didn’t make a habit of wearing real clothing. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt got quickly yanked off. It probably helped that, in her rush to prove that their next door neighbour was, in fact, a werewolf, she’d not actually bothered to put on shoes, which would have been the primary obstacles to taking her clothes off quickly.

Wynn meandered over to deal with... whatever it was that she was dealing with, and in the meantime Becky scrambled with her underwear. She tended to value comfort over sexiness, and that was reflected in her extremely plain panties. But, well, F-cup boobs were big. Big enough that she essentially had to custom order bras, and even then they never quite fit perfectly. Her brown-furred boobflesh sort of oozed out of the cups, just a little bit. And, with it being so tight, it took a bit more effort to remove than she would have preferred. Lots of fiddling with the strap. “Do you want a hand with that?”

“Mnf.” She knew that Wynn had made a very good argument as to why she should probably soldier on through. But, well, she was getting impatient, god dammit. She wanted so, so badly to get to the good bit already. On the one hand, having an extra pair of hands might actually speed things up. But on the other hand, if Wynn was helping her with her bra she wasn’t doing whatever final setup needed to be done.

“I’m going to give you a hand with that.”

“... Yeah, okay.”

“Just give me a second and I’ll be right with you. Oh, and you might wanna turn around right about now.”

“Huh?” Becky did as she was told, even if she wasn’t initially sure why. When she did face the back of the room, though, she very quickly got the picture.

Wynn had mentioned having a window installed for obvious reasons, but Becky had been too distracted by the bed to notice until now. In her defence, it was fairly well hidden – a chunk of the ceiling and the upper part of the rear wall were replaced with glass and then hidden behind some sort of mechanical cover that completely blocked any moonlight from coming through for obvious reasons. It looked to be surprisingly high tech, actually. Certainly, it didn’t make a sound as it slowly slid open, leaving Wynn silhouetted in the moonlight.

“Figured you wouldn’t wanna miss this,” she said with a big grin that showed off her big, sharp wolf fangs.

Fangs that were getting bigger and sharper right before Becky’s eyes. There was a creaking, groaning noise as her snout stretched slightly longer, more animalistic. Her muscles twitched and pulsed visibly, making her involuntarily flex them ever so slightly – and with every flex, they bulged just a little bit more than they had. Her cock, likewise, twitched and pulsed and shot out thick spurts of precum.

And, of course, as if it even needed to be said, she was getting bigger. Becky could hear creaking and groaning as bone thickened and lengthened, and Wynn’s already massive frame slowly blocked more and more of the moonlight. “Mngggg, you’d think I’d’a got used to how gooooooood this feels by now~” she groaned in time with a significant burst of size and a sizable eruption of pre. “But no, it’s like- fffffuck, it’s like every time I change it feels better!” She clenched her fists, and when they unclenched she suddenly had half-foot long talons. “Yessssssss,” she hissed. Her mouth hung open slightly, thick strands of drool connecting her enormous teeth, almost too big to fit in her mouth properly. Her tongue lolled out – and out and out. God, Becky knew that canines had big tongues but that thing had to be as long as she was tall. Like four fucking feet of big thick glistening muscle.

Speaking of big thick and glistening, oh god her cock was so fucking big. It had already been ridiculous, way too big to fit into anyone, let alone her tiny-ass body. And at that point it had only been almost as big as her – right now it was definitely, solidly bigger.

“Bigger!” Wynn shouted. Her voice seemed to have gotten slightly deeper, a bit raspier and rougher. Slightly garbled by her tongue, though not enough to make a real meaningful difference. “B-bigger! Biggerrrrrrrr!” Her fur was darker, coarser, thicker, with almost a mane of floof forming around her neck, just above her enormous breasts. Her breathing was coming heavier and quicker, and the amount of drool and precum alike were increasing. “B-b-ah! Mnnnnahwooooooooo!”

Wynn erupted. That was the only way that Becky could think of to describe it. She exploded outward in every direction at once, seemingly finishing her transformation in one fell swoop and collapsing forward onto all fours. She settled into the quadrupedal gait just as naturally as anyone else would stand on only two legs, quivering and moaning and convulsing and cumming, thick ropes of wolfseed rocketing across the room and coating the carpet in long, musky streaks.

Eventually she stopped cumming, though by no means was she done. Her cock, which had to be about the same size as she had been before turning, was still rock fucking hard, and her balls had to be the size of god damn watermelons, hanging heavy and practically sloshing as they swelled with their next load. The one that, Becky realized, was probably going to go inside her.

Werewynn crawled over to the bed, though crawl wasn’t really the right word for it. It was too elegant, too natural to be crawling. She was walking on four legs. Slowly prowling her way towards Becky, a hungry look in her amber eyes. Though, really, she was so big that in spite of her slow movements it only took a few long strides for her to get to her destination. She reached up with her index finger, sliding a massive claw in between Becky’s tits and effortlessly slicing through her bra. “There. No more bra~”

Becky swallowed heavily. Wynn loomed, prompting prey instincts that Becky didn’t know she had to start screaming at full force for her to run. God she was huge. Her head had to be almost as big as Becky’s god damn torso. Which, granted, probably had a lot to do with the fact that Becky wasn’t really all that big but still. And oh god the way she licked her lips. Intellectually, Becky knew that she probably wasn’t going to get vored. But her instincts didn’t want to take that risk which oh my god that just made it better. “Hffff.”

“Is someone having second thoughts?”

“I-”

“Too late. You’re mine.” Becky swallowed heavily, in spite of how dry her throat felt. “I kinda implied this before changing, but when I’m like this my inhibitions go down the drain. So if ya’ wanted to change your mind you shoulda done it a while ago, bitch.”

“Y-yes’m.”

“So fuckin’ tiny. Not for long, though. I’m gonna make you huge.”

Everything about this situation set all of Becky’s prey instincts off like crazy. Suddenly she understood why Wynn had been so thorough about ensuring her consent – because it was pretty fucking clear that Werewynn didn’t give a shit. Not that Becky minded. Again; that just made it hotter.

Which, it seemed, Wynn had noticed. The much larger woman turned her attention to Becky’s leaky snatch, pressing her snout in between the mouse’s legs and sniffing heavily. Which felt very good, rewarding the wolf with more fluids. “You smell gooooooooood~” Wynn groaned. With her massive nose still pressed firmly against Becky’s cunt, the vibrations from her words sending electric sparks up and down her spine and even more fluids gushing. “What do you say we cut the bullshit and get to exchanging fluids. I’ll go first~”

With that, Wynn opened her mouth and licked. She was definitely right that this was much, much, much better than getting bit. The pressure, the friction, the heat – she was already on edge, but that was definitely enough to make her cum. And cum a few more times for good measure, copiously. She dragged her tongue, all of it, from the base to the tip, all the way across Becky’s entire body. “Delicious~” Becky tried to respond, but all she could manage was laboured breathing and some gasps. “I was worried, considering you’re so fucking tiny, but you had plenty of fluid to give like the little slut you are~”

“Mnnnahhhhh~” That was about all that Becky could manage. Words were beyond her now. Every time she tried to talk, every time she tried to move, every time she tried to think, all that happened was another electric jolt down her spine and another climax. Maybe that was a side-effect of the werewolf pheromones, making her more horny and more productive than normal. Or perhaps, she thought as Wynn slowly pulled away from her, it was the result of the process of being Turned. Wynn had said something about magic, and it wouldn’t surprise her if said magic wouldn’t, like, expedite the process a bit. Either way, she wasn’t gonna complain, because she knew what came next.

“Speaking of which, I’ve gotten plenty of fluid. Now it’s your turn~”

Wynn sloooowly stood up to her full height. It once again served to drive home just how fucking enormous she was – were Becky capable of standing up right now, she’d probably just about come up to the middle of Wynn’s knee. She took a few steps back before sitting down with a heavy thud, spreading her legs wide and placing one hand on her giant shaft. God, even Wynn’s cock was bigger than Becky’s entire fucking body. Even before she’d turned, it had been extremely intimidating. Now, it was outright terrifying. Bright, angry red, its entire length glistened with sweat and precum. Which, she supposed, was her part in the fluid exchange. “Lick it,” Wynn ordered, immediately confirming that suspicion.

Getting up was much easier than Becky expected it to be. A part of her had been convinced she’d never be able to stand up again, her knees were so weak. But when Wynn ordered, her body obeyed. She wobbled her way over to the monolithic wolfmeat. Up close it somehow managed to be even more intimidating, but thankfully she wasn’t going to have to put it in her or anything. Or at least not yet. Presumably, once she finished the whole ritual thing and actually turned into a werewolf, a six foot cock would be a whole lot more reasonable. But, at least right now, it had to be about as big as Wynn had been before her transformation.

Still, even if any potential permutation of putting it inside of her was off the table, she didn’t actually need to. She just needed to get some fluids in her. In theory, she supposed, she could probably just use some of the copious saliva that Wynn had left on her after licking her. But that was significantly less sexy than licking precum off of Wynn’s cock. Becky placed her hands on either side of it, leaning close and taking a big whiff of Wynn.

Wynn smelled really good.

Becky pressed her entire body against Wynn’s shaft, trying to maximize the points of contact. Just touching it felt overwhelmingly good. She rubbed her crotch against it, cresting higher and higher on waves of pleasure, and in the process got absolutely soaked by the veritable waterfall of precum that washed over her body. Of course, she also ended up drinking some. That was just a given. Though, once she did, she immediately came to kind of regret it because she could immediately tell that it had heralded the end – or at least a transition to the next step. And frankly she kind of wanted to keep humping Wynn’s cock, though she also wasn’t sure it would have been possible to avoid getting the wolf’s precum in her mouth.

The pleasure escalated, cresting higher and higher, well beyond the point of overwhelming. It felt nothing like masturbating, and frankly nothing like her earlier climax. Slowly building and building until, accompanied by all of her muscles giving out at once leaving her sprawled on the ground, her three foot long wolfcock erupted.

She wasn’t entirely sure when, exactly, that particular development had happened. It wasn’t particularly surprising, mind. When she’d seen Wynn’s dick, she’d kind of come to the unspoken realization that a penis was part and parcel with being a werewolf. But, well. A giant dick on someone else was one thing. A giant dick on her was another entirely. It was, obviously, not nearly as big as Wynn’s absolute monster. But three feet was still a fuckin’ lot, especially on someone who was only four feet tall. It reached well above her head, and was at its thickest point almost as big as she was. How the fuck could a person’s body support a dick that big? Beyond the question of blood flow, there were also structural concerns – how did it even fit? How was she going to be able to move about with this thing between her legs? To say nothing of the giant fuckin’ balls that apparently came with it.

Of course, she obviously had more pressing concerns than the logistics of movement with a hyper cock. Like, for instance, the fact that she was still cumming. Speaking of giant fuckin’ balls, they sure lived up to their size in terms of productivity. Gout after gout after massive fucking gout of seed, seemingly without end, painting the basement white. Hell, if anything it seemed like each shot was bigger than the last. A ramping, building intensity, well beyond what she was capable of processing. A heat, deep in the core of her being. Even putting aside the dick, this was definitely not just a normal orgasm. “W-what’s happening to meeeeeeee~”

“Looks like I was right,” Wynn replied with an audible grin. “You are gonna be a big one.”

“Aaaaaaaaawoooooooo!” The first thing that Becky noticed was her snout shifting to something a bit more lupine, though not entirely. Somewhere between mouse and wolf. Still, it was wolf enough that her cry of pleasure turned into a howl. It was just loud enough that it drowned out the crunchy sound of bone shifting and changing. Though she didn’t need to hear the sound – she could feel it, a dull aching pain as her legs changed shape, her teeth lengthened into fangs, and she managed to force herself to pull her hands away from her cock just as she grew razor-sharp claws.

It wasn’t painful enough, though, that it didn’t feel good. Really, really good. Great even. Her whole body convulsed along with a surge of raw size. “F-fuuuuck!!!” And she wasn’t just getting taller, either. All that excess fat on her stomach melted away, replaced with raw muscle. Or maybe it just moved, settling instead on her fattening tits and ass. Fuck F-cups, these things were bigger than her god damn head. Which was extra impressive because her head had also gotten significantly bigger. And was still getting bigger. “Biggerrr~” She growled in time with another lurch of size.

“Hell yeah, bigger! Get huge!” Well, that was nice. Becky was pretty clearly on track to be as big or even bigger than Wynn, so a part of her had been worried that the wolf would have not been into that or something.

And, uh, speaking of parts of her, a part of her was very very worried about getting too much bigger. She’d already passed pre-transformation Wynn, and was rapidly approaching post-transformation Wynn with no sign of stopping. How big was she even gonna get? Much like with her dick, she couldn’t help but worry about the logistics of things like doors or ceilings, especially considering that she’d hafta transform at least once a month from now on.

And then Wynn leaned down and sucked her cock and boy howdy did that make all thoughts about logistics go the fuck away.

There were honestly a lot of things going on at once and it was getting very difficult to keep track of them. Between Wynn’s attentions (which were getting increasingly enthusiastic) and the still ongoing transformation it was almost overwhelming. Almost, but weirdly not quite. It felt like it should have been, but instead she was only dancing on the edge. If anything she felt almost hyperaware of every inch of her body as it grew and grew. Bone lengthened and thickened, muscle swelled, flesh blossomed into existence, and it all felt so fucking good. “Bigger!” she cried, and was rewarded with exactly that. Suddenly, Wynn went from sucking her dick to sucking the tip and giving everything else full-body attention. Like their roles from earlier had been reversed, which felt weirdly good. Well, no. Not weirdly. She could absolutely see why she was enjoying this so much and in fact would be more surprised if she didn’t.

And speaking of things that felt good, Wynn might have been getting increasingly outmatched by Becky’s dick but boy howdy did she make up for it in enthusiasm. She made excellent use of her tits and her own dick, and also eventually started to give Becky’s balls a massage with her paws with just enough force to feel really really really good. “F-fuuuuuck~”

“Mmmm,” Wynn moaned as she gave Becky’s shaft that had to be bigger than she was at this point a good long lick which also felt very good. “Looks like you’re just about done, big girl. C’mon, hurry up and cum for me~”

“Ahn~” That was, of course, easier said than done. She couldn’t just decide to cum. That was something that required work. “That’s your job, right?”

“Hey, your dick is bigger than some buildings, there’s only so much I can do.” Well okay that was fair. And actually, now that she thought of it, she actually probably could decide to cum, sort of. Or at least speed things along.

Manoeuvring her arms into place was surprisingly difficult. Considering how fucking massive Wynn’s basement was, she found it suddenly felt kind of cramped. A realization that was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating. Just how big had she fucking gotten even? Wynn had said something about her dick being bigger than buildings – if that was the case, then so was the rest of her. Once again, her worries about being able to fit in places reared their ugly head. Wynn had installed a custom expansion to her basement and Becky still found herself just barely able to move her arms from her sides to her dick. And she was going to have to get around this big at least once a month every month. Possibly bigger, even, depending on how often she was able to transform.

“Mnffff.” Thankfully, it was at least very easy to get her mind off of that stuff. She was going to have to deal with the consequences eventually, but at least for now she intended to enjoy herself as much as possible. She had a whole month to figure out that logistical shit but she only had one chance to enjoy her first ever transformation into a werewolf! She refused to squander this opportunity.

After some minor finagling, she eventually managed to get her hands on her shaft. This reminder of her sheer size was much more tangible than the last one. It was no wonder that Wynn couldn’t handle it alone – Becky was pretty sure that she would have trouble with it. Proportionally speaking, she was pretty sure it was bigger on her body than even post-transformation Wynn’s was. Which was saying a lot considering Wynn’s cock was just about bigger than her torso. Becky’s towered, easily reaching above her head. Otherwise, it looked just like Wynn’s except bigger in just about every way it could be, and somehow a darker, angrier shade of red. Throbbing and pulsing and oozing, achingly hard and ready to go despite the fact that she’d just finished her first male climax a few minutes ago.

She began to rub her shaft up and down. Slowly at first – again, she wanted to savour this. But, well, her body had other plans. She’d already been on the edge, and that slight extra stimulation was more than enough to push her over it. Oh, well, quality was out of the question, then. Might as well shoot for quantity instead. “Ahhhnnnnn~”

Her climax was, of course, extremely copious. Moreso than her earlier one (duh) and also pretty handily outdoing Wynn. She had no idea how long it lasted – time seemed to dissolve into a vague blur. Hopefully it didn’t last too long, because they only had so much time to enjoy themselves, and this was just the start. She’d completely flooded Wynn’s basement, to the point where if she wasn’t so much bigger it’d come up to her god damn knees. Just from some rubbing and touching! She couldn’t imagine what it’d be like once they started doing actual sex acts.

Although, on the other hand, the number of sex acts they could do was kinda limited. Obviously putting a fifteen plus foot cock inside of Wynn was out of the question. And, while the other way around was much more feasible, both of Becky’s holes were hidden behind what had to be at least a few thousand pounds of balls and there was no way she was going to be able to roll over. That just left cocksucking which wasn’t quite the same.

“Hey, don’t worry too much about having a lot of sex. It’s probably better for you to take things slow for your first transformation. Now that we know you’re a really big girl we can future proof things. That means expanding our basements, of course, and until that’s done there’s plenty of dedicated spaces for Alphas like you to turn.”

“Alpha?”

“It doesn’t mean what it sounds like it means. Pack dynamics turned out to be mostly bullshit. In the context of werewolves, an Alpha is basically just someone who gets too big to fit in buildings when they transform.”

“Oh. Okay.” Becky took a minute to think. “You seem to have calmed down a bit.”

“Usually cumming once is enough to get the hormones under control. Inhibitions are still a lot lower than they would be otherwise, but, ah, I’ve sobered up a bit, metaphorically speaking. You’re prolly gonna need a few more climaxes before you can think straight, though.”

“Oh okay.” Honestly that didn’t surprise her too much. Words were a lot harder than they normally were, and thinking about anything other than her cock and tits and pussy was also kinda difficult.

“Don’t worry. I can deal with that. You just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“I- ah!” Becky didn’t get the chance to respond before Wynn went right back to maximum-intensity full-body attention. Considering the size difference, it was almost overwhelming. She went from cool down to full fuckin’ mast almost immediately.

And then Wynn stuck her tongue into the hole and it went from almost overwhelming to flat-out overwhelming. She came again, and then again for good measure – without even having the time to finish her first climax. And then again, and again. Wynn effortlessly milked her dry and then kept right on going. Really, Becky would have been very impressed were she able to think straight. And Wynn showed no signs of stopping or even of slowing down. If anything, she seemed to be getting more intense. Clearly that talk of sobering up had been a fucking lie then.

It was gonna be a long fuckin’ night.

~~~~~~

In the end, Stacy had decided to give Becky some space. Take some time and let things cool down so they could talk things out with a level head. She hadn’t come home the previous night – which could be a bad sign? But, factoring in the obvious loud sex noises from their new neighbour’s house, she decided to be optimistic and assume it was a good sign instead. Hopefully Becky had made a friend! Though she quickly amended that thought with the addition that hopefully she’d not made a girlfriend. Not that she’d not be happy for her, of course. But there was no way she could afford to live on her own.

Good signs aside, she still couldn’t help but worry. It was in her nature. The first thing she did in the morning was call Becky up – and then, when she heard a familiar ringtone from Becky’s room, threw on some clothes and headed out to check on her in person. Hopefully she was there or else Stacy honestly didn’t have any idea what she’d do. Wait a few days and then file a missing persons report? Was that appropriate? She didn’t know the procedure for this kinda thing. Hopefully she was just next door. And, on further thought, hopefully she wasn’t still angry. She wasn’t, in Stacy’s experience, the type to stay angry for too long or the type to hold a grudge, but the previous night’s argument had gotten pretty ugly. It wasn’t like they hadn’t fought before, of course, but Becky had never stormed out of the house in a fit of rage so this was also new territory.

She didn’t really have a choice, though. What, was she going to just wait at home? Nah, that’d be an asshole move. She wasn’t going to make Becky come to her, especially after the previous night’s fight – she’d had enough time to think on it to come to the fairly solid conclusion that she was the asshole in the exchange. She was right, but she was the asshole. So she was the one who was going to apologize and then they could just fuckin’ put it behind them. Stacy learned be more delicate when helping Becky deal with her paranoid episodes and Becky learned to maybe not let her paranoid episodes motivate her to do stupid things. Or something. Whatever. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Hopefully they were awake, the sex noises had lasted a while so for all she knew they’d only just crashed.

There was a small commotion inside and then the door popped open. “Hi yes hello?” Stacy hadn’t gotten a close-up look at their new neighbour until now, so she was somewhat caught off guard by how big she was. Stacy came up just about exactly below her shoulders, and Becky would probably not even reach above her navel. She was also busty and buff and curvy – hence why she’d assumed Becky was at least partly motivated by horny. She’d seen the mouse’s browser history, she knew what her taste in porn was like. The larger wolf had to take a few steps back and look down to even see her over the shelf of her fat tits, which was almost exactly Becky’s type.

“Hi. My roommate stopped by last night, is she still here?”

“Ah, you’re Stacy then? Becky told me what happened. Don’t worry, there’s no hard feelings or anything.”

Stacy let out a sigh of relief she didn’t even know she’d been holding in. “That’s good.”

“‘sides, she was right.”

“wait what”

The wolf shrugged awkwardly. “It’s kind of a long story but, uh, there’s not really any point in hiding it. You’ll see what I mean in a minute.” She gestured for Stacy to enter and then shut the door. “Call me Wynn, by the way. We can do proper introductions later.”

“can we back up to the part where you just admitted that you’re a werewolf please.”

“Yeah, like I said; there’s kinda no point in hiding it right now. Oh, you’re gonna be needin’ to renovate your basement. I can handle getting you the funding for that no worries there. There’s no need to rush, we’ve got a whole month.”

“So, uh, I guess that means you turned Becky into a werewolf?”

“Yep. She’s okay, by the way. Just a bit wiped out.”

“Okay.” Stacy tilted her head. “And you’re not, like, messing with me, are you? Or messing with her?”

“Yeah okay it’s fair that you think that. I’m not, though. Swear to god I’m telling the whole truth.”

“Sorry, you’re gonna have to give me more than just your word to go off of.”

“Trust me, I’ve got waaay more than my word to go off of. Here, Becky’s in the basement.”

Wynn’s basement had obviously been renovated. It was much deeper than their own, and also went out further into the yard. Stacy was honestly surprised the homeowners association had allowed it. Most of her attention, though, was on the obvious centrepiece, and on its occupant. The bed was absurdly big, taking up most of the available floorspace. And Becky took up enough of it to make it look normal. She was almost ten feet tall, easily – Stacy probably only came up to her navel. Her breasts were twice the size of her head, and so were her balls. Stacy couldn’t get a good estimate on the size of her new dick, considering it was still soft, but she kind of didn’t want to because even as it was it was very big. Almost as big as Stacy.

“Hi. Uh. I need new clothes.”

“Yeah, it turns out that her baseline got bigger too. This is the only place she fuckin’ fits.”

Stacy stared in silence for a moment, before closing her eyes and sighing. “Okay. I believe you. Werewolves do exist.”