Birthday present for  jesushaslambsona
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It’s oddly quiet in the store today, well apart from the idle chatter from the other shoppers, the squeaking of the barely-working cart’s wheels, and sounds of workers stocking items. The muzak that normally plays in the store isn’t there today but that doesn’t bother Landon. He hates muzak that normally plays anyways, and it being gone leaves more room in his mind to think about what he’s getting. He mentally goes through his list. Flour, eggs, sour cream, potatoes, cheddar cheese, shallots. Apart from a few staples that he has at home, all ingredients needed to make a classic pierogi dish.

While he’s thinking about his list, he grows more and more tired as he walks through the store. It seems particularly crowded today so there’s more people than normal to push through, more people that’ll inevitably in the way, and just generally more to deal with and worry about. Before he can even get the first thing on his list, he passes through one aisle and finds a box of pre-prepared pierogi made by a brand he hasn’t seen before. He’s been through this aisle many times, having bought pierogi like this before, but this box looks different and it catches his attention. He stops and looks at it, taking it from the shelf and looks the box over. It looks like a classic box of pierogi, but the name is one he hasn’t seen before: Głodny Wilk. It depicts a fierce-looking wolf carrying the Polish flag in its mouth, and the box itself is covered in warm colors. As Landon looks at the box more and more, he feels drawn to it, the thought of going up and down several aisles of the busy store, then having to come home and spend nearly an hour prepping and cooking the pierogi...it weighs on him more and more as time goes on.

After staring at the box for what seems like an eternity, he thinks to himself „Fuck it.”, and puts the box in his cart, then speedwalks to the front of the store. He grabs a small tub of sour cream and a shallot on the way out for garnish, then makes his way to the checkout. On his way home, Landon sighs in relief as he’s out of the busy store and back in the privacy and solitude of his car. He puts on his playlist of Polish and Soviet-era music then drives home, the stress and worry of dealing with such a busy store ebbing away.

Opening the door, Landon quickly makes his way to the kitchen, and starts taking out the items he bought and setting them on the counter. He eagerly gets the box of pierogi, reviews the instructions, and gets started boiling some water. While he waits he thinks again about that particular brand of pierogi, it seemed more expensive than the others but couldn’t figure out why, only that the box promised a „unique experience in the world of Polish cuisine”. He shrugged it off, most of the boxed pierogi tasted the same anyways and none of it compared to fresh, home-made pierogi. As the kitchen begins to fill with the steam from the boiling water, Landon pours the entire box into the pot and impatiently waits for it to get done.

It does eventually get done, his hunger making it feel like hours, and he plates it, followed by a blob of sour cream and a handful of sliced shallot. His first bite was almost indescribable. The pierogi exploded with flavor in his mouth, it was nothing like he’d ever had before from a box. It was so good that he could swear he felt a warm, tingling sensation start in the back of his head and run down his spine. Each bite just tastes more and more delicious, sending waves of tingles throughout his body. If he wasn’t so occupied with the flavor of the pierogi, he would notice his skin beginning to itch all over as dark hairs started sprouting all over his body.

The hairs become thicker, and soft as they continue to grow in. Soon, there’s small patches of what looks like dark grey fur growing all over his body, and the tips of his ears take on a more pointed look. As he finishes the plate, scraping the last of the sour cream and shallots off the plate, he then notices the odd, tugging sensation on his ears as they begin to grow longer and migrate to the top of his head. He reaches up and as he does, catches a glimpse of the fur that’s sprouting on his arms and stops. Landon stares at his arm, turning it over and as he turns his arm to where his palm is facing him, he can see his palms and the bottoms of each of his fingers appear to be thicker than normal, almost swollen. He touches them and they feel soft, but rough at the same time as they continue to swell and paw pads form on his hands.

„What the fuck?!?”, Landon shouts in a panic as he sees the fur growing in and his palms swelling. He reaches up to feel his ears and they’re no longer where he expects them to be. After some feeling around, he finds a pair of pointy, grey lupine ears at the top of his head. He doesn’t see it, but there is pineapple-yellow fur at the tips of his ears, and small tufts of it growing in on his cheeks, elbows, and his the tips of his hair as it fluffs up and turns dark grey, merging with the rest of his fur. He practically rips his shirt off and looks over himself. His entire torso and both arms are covered in the dark grey fur. Landon looks at his hands again to find that his fingernails have begun to sink back into the fingertips, and have grown longer, darker and sharper. He wiggles his fingers, and feels his claws, nearly scratching himself in the process.

This is quickly interrupted by a rather strange feeling in his torso, as it tugs upward and begins to grow longer. Soon, two nubs appear in the middle of his torso and grow longer. Landon reaches down and feels them, as they begin to partially divide at the end, growing digits. Sharp claws come out of the ends, followed by a dewclaw a few inches up. At this point, it clicks in his head what’s happening. He looks over at the box on the kitchen counter and smiles, flashing his now-sharper teeth. Landon reaches up to his face just in time to feel his jaw and nose pushing forward, broadening into a powerul lupine muzzle. His nose then flattens, rounds out and becomes dark and wet. His smile broadens, spreading across his muzzle and he licks his sharper teeth with his longer tongue.

Landon looks down and sees the two appendages growing longer and thicker, then he holds onto the dining table as he anticipates what comes next – his back pops in a surprisingly not-painful fashion and his body leans forward, landing on his new forelegs. He looks back and looks as his hips flatten and compress, and his feet rise out of his shoes forming feral haunches to complement the new forelegs. His feet swell to grow paw pads, with tufts of yellow fur at the joints of his fore- and hindlegs growing in. His pants are pushed back while a long, fluffy tail snakes its way out and ends with a large tip of yellow fur, then finally his eyes turn a deep amber-yellow with vertically-slit pupils.

After spending some time getting acquainted with moving on four legs, and nearly falling over a couple of times in the process, he makes his way to the bathroom and checks himself out in his full-body mirror. He’s a spitting image of his wolftaur fursona, same height and everything. He smiles again, checking out his new, tall, powerful body then proceeds to start taking pictures and sending them to his friends. Looking back over himself, he flexes his legs and then heads outside to his backyard. He starts walking around, slowly getting faster as he becomes more comfortable on four legs. He then starts into a jog, then a run, soon running as fast as a wild wolf can, and thoroughly enjoying himself in the process. Landon spends the rest of the day running around and generally having fun with his new body. This will certainly be the birthday to remember for the rest of his life.