Luc was feeling good.
She’d woken up comfy, her tail and wings wrapped close, free and easy at 7 pm. She’d cooked a mess of sausages, black pudding and some old pizza until her enormous frame felt full, positively buzzing with energy. She’d dressed easily- the big clothes Toni had found her had finally been delivered, a loose blouse that actually fell down to her wide hips, and a set of leggings that reached past her knees without rubbing her thick fur against her hide.

And the new VR headset and Tales of Fantasy was on its way.

Things were going well. The hug vamwolf’s tail wagged as she stepped out into the cool night air, ducking low under the doorway and locking it, stashing the key in comfortable pockets. An easy night watching the warehouse and proving that she could easily lift a forklift truck awaited- how much was the betting pool now? Maybe she’d pretend to struggle a little, wring out some more bucks from the guys.

She paused as she stepped out into the street, feeling a surprising burst of energy at the idea. Why not? Her eyes tracked upwards, and found the moon.

Had it always been so beautiful? So pale and silvery, like a pearl. Luc stood a moment and breathed, feeling the night air almost crackle in her lungs, heat rise in her body. And push outwards.

Her jaw clenched as she felt teeth grow longer, her snout grow larger. Her ears twitched as they stretched, tingling with the noises of the night, of passer bys and late cars. Her new loose clothes suddenly felt tight, hugging a monstrous bosom that barrelled out, her thighs bloating with muscle.

But she couldn’t look away.

Glee and excitement filled the werewolf as she doubled over, feeling limbs, bones and muscles stretch, rippling with new strength and power. Her tail writhed back and forth, big as a bed itself and tossing bins aside as it made space. Her clothes, itching against fur deep as a duvet, split and tore, revealing her glistening white hide. The pale moonlit colour spread across her frame, dying the blood red hair to its silvery shade, even as the titanic werewolf lunged upright, grasping at a rooftop, at a lamppost, to support her frame.

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The howl burst free, rippling with heat and glee from her lungs. What was she doing worrying about work? No, she wanted to….


1. Play. Maybe work would be fun after all, she could show off her strength.

2. Hunt. There had to be something to defeat around the city?

3. Indulge. Toni would be so adorable in her paws.

4. Focus. She needed money. Needed to work.

5. Hide. She didn’t want to cause a scene. She needed to control herself.

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Perspective is a bit hard. I want Luc’s werewolf form to be about double her usual size- so in the 16-20 ft category. Think I went a little over in this picture, with the car, but realized the mistake a little too late!
Closing this voting early because I've got more time today and found a bit more motivation.