A young doctor attempts to work a night shift on the night of a full moon. This is just a little something I wrote up for fun. Hope you all like it!

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Logan gripped his stethoscope tightly, trying to hide the pain he was feeling in his body, specifically his stomach. The attractive 24-year old doctor knew this wasn't a scenario of bacterial gastroenteritis, but something a whole lot deeper. As he sweated, the stunningly hot doctor that patients desperately tried not to flirt with, thought to himself that he wasn't necessarily a sight for eyes at the moment. In his light blue scrubs with a black tee shirt underneath, he was drenching through them, wet spots becoming very apparent.

He was discretely grateful he was working the midnight shift, where the hallways were a ghost-town and the vast majority of patients were asleep. That didn't stop him from still styling his stunning black hair with a comb-over, made sue his skin was clear with the appropriate products, and his teeth were that perfect white color whenever he flashed his grin that made guys melt within seconds.

He even had somewhat lost a hint of his self-respect earlier in the evening. When he had been attending to a guy, roughly his age, he was taken aback when the guy had grabbed his butt and squeezed. Normally, Logan would snap at a patient and kick them out. Just because he was muscular and attractive, didn't mean he was a toy to be played with. Yet, on this night, it made him hot and he wanted to reciprocate. He almost did, but he had just enough of a hint of self restrain to halt himself.

Now, two hours later, in the corner of the hallway, just away from the main desk, he clutched his stethoscope so tightly, he felt it snap in half within his hand. It wasn't any mistake that this was an instance of the full moon, a night he always dreaded. He dreaded it not because of what would happen, but more, he hated the idea that he would lose a night that he could help someone, maybe save a life. Instead, he was about to perhaps become something that could do the very opposite. Nonetheless, he refused to do the cliché of going someplace abandoned and wait out the night. Instead, he preferred to work until he had to go downstairs to the basement. It worked like a charm and was convenient too: the basement was unused, no cameras, and plenty of rooms he could lock himself into for the night.

He slightly yelped as he felt his already thick frame beginning to develop more muscle. Hunched over, he could feel the back of his scrubs top already beginning to strain. Gripping his knees, he felt his fingernails beginning to lengthen, sharpening as they stretched in inches, nearly cutting into the pants of his scrubs. He could see hairs sprouting from the back of his hands, as his fingers began to lengthen, with his thumb pushing downwards, formulating the beginnings of his front paws.

Normally, his scrubs fit him perfectly, with his well-tended-to six-pack slightly visible, even with his scrubs over it. His biceps and triceps fitted his short sleeves stunningly, with the image of thick masculine muscle being restrained from his stretched work clothes. As he transformed, he could feel his abs thickening and pressing outwards, as his chest cavity began to snap and creak forward.

Logan growled in pain, hair sprouting on his once-smooth boyish face. His perfect smile was distorted as his teeth began to sharpen and his molars extended downwards into fangs. He could feel his ears slightly tingle as they pointed and began to extend upwards on the side of his head.

He clicked the button for the elevator, becoming worried it wouldn't come up in time. He could feel the fur rapidly growing throughout his body, beginning to stretch his once-slightly-baggy scrubs uniform.

He could see the fur beginning to pour down his ankles, with his pants beginning to rise upwards as the fabric tore due to the increased muscle and fur growth. The elevator door opened right when he felt his back arch and his spine pushed downwards. His face slightly pushed forward, beginning the makings of a muzzle.

He heaved himself into the elevator, falling to the floor, with the doors shutting behind him. He got onto his knees, but couldn't get up as his spine lengthened further, causing him to brace himself against the walls of the elevators with his growing paws, as he felt his growing tail push at the base of his scrub pants before ripping through them, and stretching further with much aggression.

He wasn't sure he was going to make it in time, with the elevator slowly traveling downwards to the basement. Logan thought to himself that he had been so stupid to push himself on full moon nights like this, taking such chances because he only wanted to help people. Now, he might kill everyone in the hospital if he didn't make it where he needed to be in time.

He felt his feet stretch, pushing at the front of his sneakers. He also could feel his toenails growing into claws. He faintly could hear his socks shredding and the middle of his shoes beginning to lose their battle of staying intact.

His shoulders and back thickened more with muscle and fur, causing his scrub shirt to tear off him, revealing his animalistic and quite dangerous wolf body. He growled in pain, with drool dripping down the side of his mouth. His eyes turned yellow in color, just as his shoes burst open, allowing for his back wolf paws to erupt forth.

The elevator doors opened to the basement. He pounced out, using what little humanity he had left in him to get within a secure room, kicking the door behind him. Immediately, he howled in pain, with his face finishing its transition into a muzzle. His tail grew out a few more inches and his growing fur finalized in areas that resisted long enough.

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The next morning, a young male patient waited anxiously for the doctor to come in. He merely needed a physical and had dreaded the experience.

The door opened, and to his surprise, an extremely attractive young doctor came in. He was muscular, had a perfect smile, and just the right amount of stubble. "I'm Logan," he said. "Sorry if I sound a dab raspy; I was working the night shift too."

The patient couldn't help himself. "I'm sorry, I know it's inappropriate, but I'd hit myself if I didn't say anything: You're extremely hot. I bet you're a beast in the bedroom."

Logan smiled. "You have no idea."