A young male waiting on a date gets a late night surprise.

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Overall, Elliot was in a good mood as he sat comfortably on his couch, watching late-night television in his top-floor apartment that overlooked the city. At the age of 26, he had been long fortunate for the good graces that had come his way. Straight out of college, he was able to secure a job in finance and worked his way up to a mid-level position that paid well enough that he could live in the midst of the city, a dream of his since he was teenager, living in rural America.

He considered himself blessed in his life, Elliot was endowed with smarts, but also looks. Being half Latino and half French, he had a piercing face with stunning light blue eyes. His body, although very slim, was naturally well-toned, though he was endowed with a thick butt that filled his pants nicely. He wasn't really a muscular guy, but he placed much focus on cardio and occasionally played some tennis over the summers with his friends. Nonetheless, it was his stunning good looks that got second glances, though his preference was guys.

His sexuality was never an issue, nor had anyone in his life ever made a thing of it. He wasn't flamboyant, but his dead-giveaway was his impeccable style, his perfectly groomed hair, that showcased its dark brown color, and he neatly trimmed beard that placed such emphasis on his thin lips. It was just that appearance that allowed for a very attractive muscular guy to have the courage to walk up to him during his workout earlier in the afternoon and ask him out on a date. Knowing, there wasn't anything on his agenda, Elliot flippantly agreed.

Now, sitting on his couch, Elliot was dressed in his dark blue jeans, also wearing a cream colored button-up shirt that he tucked in. To throw some added flair, he had also put on his gray suspenders, knowing they would make him stand out. Sitting on the couch, he watched television, waiting for his guest to arrive.

He glanced at his watch, noting how late the time was. He thought to himself why he allowed for such a late date. Normally he was a movie and dinner sort of guy, meeting up early, that way if the date wasn't going anywhere, he could end the night early. He brushed his hair back over his ears with his hand and ran the side of his hand against his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his beard brushing against his skin.

He felt a wave of warmth come over him, but he ignored it, as Elliot continued to flip channels on TV, hoping to find something to occupy his interest until his date arrived. As he clicked the remote, he felt his body getting hotter and small beads of sweat beginning to form at the base of his hairline. This annoyed Elliot, wiping it moistness away, worrying it would wash away his face product he had put on not too long ago. He bit his lip in frustration, noticing his heart was beating faster. Great, he thought, I'm officially anxious about this date.

As he continued to sit on his couch, he began to feel a soreness spread throughout his body. It started in his calves, traveled up to his quads, to his lower back, up to his shoulders, and washing down to his biceps and triceps. It was a soreness that felt as if he had been heavily weight lifting at the gym for hours. Elliot noted how odd that was, especially since he had only gone for a run that morning and his workout earlier was simply for toning, yet somehow, he supposed his body was reacting to it.

It was odd. It almost felt as if his clothes were becoming restricted. Elliot shifted uncomfortably on his couch. His jeans felt tighter in the legs and it almost seemed like his suspenders were pushing outwards and the buttons on his button-up was somewhat straining. It wasn't possible. The outfit was picked to perfection and suited his without flaw. There was no reason for his clothes to suddenly not fit.

Elliot spasmed involuntarily, gripping the arm of his couch, as he felt his lower back push out and downwards. He instantly felt an uncomfortable feeling at the bottom of his spine, something he had oddly never felt before. It almost felt as if his spine was wiggling downwards, creating new vertebrae with each inch further down it went. Unable to ignore it, he leaned forward, hugging his legs, and squeezing tightly as he gritted his teeth in pain.

He felt it push down further, and he screamed out in pain. At the base of his base, just above his butt, he felt something new, something that felt a part of him, dramatically collide with the seat of his pants. He stood up as he felt this, feeling the bump in the back of his pants squash even more, bulging and pushing the seat of his jeans out further. He felt a warmth and itchiness sweep over his legs and down to his feet, where his shoes felt tighter and his socks seemed to become restricted. As he stood, he glanced over his shoulder, out the window, and saw the full moon resting over the city night sky, seemingly innocent. This can't be, Elliot thought, the moon can't be doing this to me...?

Elliot's back muscles thickened and he felt his abdominal swelling and pushing outwards as well, causing his dress shirt to strain and his suspenders to stretch. He was sweating profusely and as his muscles grew, his shirt began to rise, revealing not only the thick muscle....but patches of growing fur!

At that moment, he felt the growing mass in the back of his pants tense and thicken even more. It pushed the seat of his jeans out far before rrrrriiiiiiiiiippppppp! He looked over his shoulder and to his horror, which caused his eyes to widen, he saw what appeared to be a tail protruding from the back of his pants. As if it had a life of its own, it began to move, wagging back and forth.

He moaned as his chest expanded forward further, along with his shoulders becoming thicker. His suspenders couldn't any longer take the strain and SNAPPED off his shoulders, falling to the floor. Looking down at his hands, he saw hair sprouting from his palms and just below his fingers. To his horror, he realized his arm hair was rapidly growing out, covering his once-smooth arms. It then occurred to him the warmth he had been feeling was fur growing throughout his body, all over his arms, chest, legs, and butt. The hair was covering his body and almost complimenting the thickening muscle that was the beast he was becoming.

Oh god, he thought, as he felt his feet stretch and collide within the front of his sneakers. The growing of fur was intensifying. It began to billow out from below the neckline of his dress shirt. As the legs of his jeans began to raise at the ankles, it revealed furry legs. He grinded his teeth in agony as he felt a burning in his hands, more like his fingernails. Looking to them, he saw his nails lengthening upwards, growing longer and sharper, dangerously lethal.

His pants tore more at the rear as his tail thickened and grow out further. He could feel the growing fur rubbing against the inside of his clothes, especially at his legs and butt, all of which were squeezing and causing much friction against his clothes. His chest expanded outwards more, causing his dress shirt to split down the back, exposing patches of thick fur and muscle pouring out.

Elliot cried out in terror as his teeth began to sharpen and his incisors expended into fangs. His beard grew patchier and he felt the beginnings of his face moving forward into a muzzle. He could feel his toenails pushing outwards into claws, tearing through the front of his socks and further cramming at the front of his shoes. He attempted to cry out, but growled instead.

His pants split at the thighs and quickly tore up the length of his leg, stopping at the waist. Fur continued to grow and Elliot looked down just as he saw his feet burst front from the front of his shoes, revealing thick and massive paws. His ears pointed and traveled up through his hair to the sides of his head, immediately amplifying his hearing, even able to now hear his bones shifts amidst his rapidly beating heart.

His face continued to push forward, as his tattered shirt fell off him and the remnants of his pants fell to the floor. His eyes shifted to a yellow hue, just as the fur finished covering any remainder of the human Elliot once was.

In the middle of his apartment that overlooked the city, the newly transformed werewolf howled loudly, and contemplated smashing through the window to prowl in the likely busy metropolis.