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More roaring, more excruciating pain. Your muzzle is extending further from Your Human skull. The front of Your muzzle is lining up, nose and upper jaw, as Your fangs only get bigger as more space is granted to them. Your lower jaw aches as well for it now pushes outwards! The last incisor and last 2 premolars drop out along side blood. This leaves just the last 3 molars; last 2 back left and front right. All of Your other teeth have been exchanged for sharp fangs that keep getting bigger the longer Your mouth gets! Your tongue refuses to be left behind as a Human tongue in a Wolf's muzzle, it begins to thicken and lengthen. With both jaws in motion Your muzzle lengthens as it aims to be made whole...
After its done for now You go to clean up, joking, this is at least cleaning out Your sinuses.

Log: X-ray of muzzle & skull. You swear Your whole skull is getting pulled forward, flattening, but the images just don't show it. You just can't wait for it to be fully formed.

The upper and lower portion of Your *back legs* are still readjusting, they're still longer than Your *front legs*, but the limbs of a Human had always been off kilter. Their back legs are much longer than a K9's or other Animals back legs. There's still length to go before Your arse isn't sticking in the air when You don't want it there. Your feet have yet to grow in length, they're still a Human's feet, regardless of how one looks.
Relaxing on Your back infront of the mirror, watching the inching of leg length change, You glace in to Your own eyes and notice Your irises are turning more red, Your Human eye color is being red washed away, and while You want it finalized, it's mainly for the iching would stop. And Your vision wouldn't blur like it is now...fully red eyes? You think back, on the look of the eyes of that Heart Wolf, looked Human, just red. You wonder how different Your kinder eyes will look compared to its bloodlust eyes.
Tingling, You look to Your right foot. Having just said something, Your foot decides to give You what You want. Your back right foot is finalizing as it pops and stretches out, its bones reconfiguring from a plantigrade Human foot to a digitigrade Wolf foot, paw. And with that, it's over. Though walking around on 2 or 4 will be a little shakey for a while...unless left?......no, how disappointing.

Log: X-ray machine eazily shows the glaring differences between a clawed left Human foot, and, a Wolf's back paw. Though You continue to log all of this, you get the sudden thought of who would see these? Who would be able to get passed You if You go wild? Go Monster? Even if You don't act like one, they could see You as such and run, or try to kill You. Should You post it all on the net? Or should it remain just here so people don't go nuts or tear it apart as a hoax? Here, people would see the evidence, and touch them. But the fact that they'd have to find the place, come here, and go through You, is still the problem...You really don't feel like a monster, but it could be a sudden change during a later change...what to do?...
Then, a sudden thought comes to You...a earlier worry...You don't really know how You became infected, if this isn't magic. The food? The air? You questioned if those You were around are ok or not?...nothing on the net, friends and family have only asked where You've gone. Nothing so far? How old are the messages?...You're not fully out of the woods for some, but You can't call out to them...this house, is infested with Your dead skin. Birds have carted off hair, and so far not a single blob Bird of Wolf Bird. Do You only need to worry about Your blood and drool? Are You even viral?...only really one way to find out, and You *Don't* want to shoot Yourself in the paw.......do You really want to have visitors now?

You went outside again, You've been doing it a lot, watching little TV or videos on the net, less and less cat videos among others. The signal comes to You that claws are wanting out of Your right hand's digits. You chew on them but quickly stop, Your fangs are too sharp to help with this. So You look around...which tree is going to help You, You wonder. You see one that seems to scream out to You and go to it. A thought came to You about how this was a little degrading for a Wolf is quickly quashed by the remembering of that Wolf behavior research, which is quickly snapped at "(i already knew that)", a little hurt pride bite back. But as You sit there arguing with Yourself, Your fingers tell You not only do the claws already out want further out, new ones are ready to come out via the pain...You lock Your eyes on the tree, and think, bouble duty, claws and marking, marking the tree will let others know this is YOUR territory, and that's YOUR den!...a little forceful, but this thought is right. But it's not what You want. You mentally put a paw down to show Your blood You're boss, not the instincts You've yet to corral. You think on Your logs, wondering if Your instincts have colored them at all, they're both old and new born, and You need to guide it right...pain, ok enough with self reflection and egnoring the need. You hobble like a wounded Animal to the tree and climb up it to stand on 2 legs, and PRESS hard against the bark with Your right hand and drag it down, again, and again, and again! Digging deep, You egnor the blood from Your fingers as Your claws show off how sharp they freshly are! Blood stains the tree as ring and middle fingers sprouted claws, while pointer and middle fingers claws were pulled further out. This treatment for teething pains equivalent pains is working perfectly. Take that Big Cat Diary, let's see a tiger claw a tree this deep! Going a little far. Webbing has been growing more between Your fingers. A scent starts to fill the air, which seems to be what You were after, going down to all 4s You bring Your right hand to Your snout and sniff it. You turn back to the tree and sniff the clawed area. Your scent glands in Your hand have o'viously formed. You hang Your tongue out as the smell wades over it...Your scent...You look around to the trees around Your den, and once more that voice, that is Your own, tells You to mark Your territory, a bit timidly...You look around...

In the dark of night You go around and claw up select trees, going a little farther than You intended. Flash of light, You duck down, car goes by...You came too close to town. It's a good long walk from the house, yet You made it here without realizing how far You've gone...You look on from the shadows, at the cars and Humans out about at this late hour...no car chase urge. But a part of You wonders if You could make a meal of the ones on foot...there it is, the monster...but, it was just a thought. And the true natural order of things would have Humans on the menu, Your stomach growls as You feel Yourself getting ready to charge...someone wonders the sidewalk by the woods...drool drips from Your maw as You walk home. You won't be making a meal out of a Human, smells from the city started to make You sick. A Coyote passes on Human flesh because of the drugs in their system, You remember. It'd be better not to poison Yourself on junk food...

Your beloved tail has grown even longer! Laying in Your nest, Your all crooked as You watch it wave about. The image that comes to mind is a Cat clock. You playfully reach for it but never grab it, rubbing Your belly as You bring back Your left paw. Your right leg twitches and Your tail waves more and You do it again, rubbing Your belly, leg jerks, it waves more. One more time and Your belly scrunches some and Your leg becomes a jackhammer causing You to jerk, You pause, confused...You rub Your belly again and Your leg and tail goes off, You rub more only to make them go nuts and realize how ticklish You've become! You rub with hand and paw! But You get a little carried away...a Wolf doing laundry, this will be a embarrassing candid photo to keep.

The form of Your left foot remains unchanged, but clawing the floor helps Your claws come fully out of the 4 toes. Webbing has fully grown it seems due to the feeling, but it looks a bit, off, with Human toes. The tightening feeling again, the pads are forming! Like before You plop to Your side and bring in Your foot to rub this padded delights! You notice the big one is deformed, probably will fix itself when Your foot changes into a paw. Your tail wags as You continue rubbing...

It rained earlier and a basin is full of water, You figure the basin was full of clean rain water so You'd enjoy some. Sucking or lopping it up, You begin to find it hard to swallow and cough up the water to the ground. You're also finding it hard to breathe right now. Your neck is tightening, thickening, swelling as it lengthens slowly. As Your neck changes, the location of Your voice box, the sounds You make become more broken till nothing comes out but breaths. You worry that this will take away Your Human voice, the one thing You so badly want to keep besides Yourself. The wait is more painful than the changes, and once the done-for-now sign is felt, You go inside to look into the mirror as You talked. The length difference is noticeable, yet it feels like there will be more to be added later...setting up Your camera to record You looking into the mirror, You write *Voice Check*...nothin, No Human words, no Wolf sounds, nothin...Your vocal cords hurt too much from being stretched out...it'll be a while before You can make a intelligible sound.

The moment You dreaded had come, and it isn't over with You yet. You lay there trying to think, about anything, a single complete thought. But, the only thing You can think of, the only thing You can think of...in a loop...the only thing You, can think of, is...
Your day has been going well. You wonder around Your territory as small changes continue as they have been while others wait to get going again. You feel so tranquil that the very same Rabbit that has shown up for awhile now has elected to follow You around. Your bun bud doesn't leave Your side for very long, always popping back up to be near You. Predator and prey together, walking side by side. This is a sign to You that You will not attack people for no reason, besides of not wanting to eat them. You are relaxed, You are at peace...You slow as You start to feel a bit of discomfort, but this feeling seems to radiate across Your whole body. Your nervous system is beginning to go nuts and You collapse to the ground, the feeling builds, You've lost control of Your body little by little till You could no longer stand and fell over, and begun to seizure! The world blurs as the intense pressure comes down upon Your head...and, You black out...
You feel something within the darkness, something warm, fuzzy, twitching against Your ear. The world begins to form as Your eyes focus and Your mind clears...You move just a tiny bit to see the Rabbit sitting up against Your head, twitching its nose against Your ear. Once it sees Your up it gets down and lays against Your bottom jaw. You feel its warmth, a warmth You could feel but not acknowledge while You were out. It moved here and there, trying to wake You? Why?...therapy Animals, they're good at sensing things, this Rabbit knew You were no threat, and, it knew You needed help...You gently move Your paw to it and rub it with the back of Your paw once, then You just lay there. You take stock as bun bud shuffles a bit. Your face is wet from tears, and You've drooled Yourself a lake. You can feel the grass and fuzz ball, but what You want to feel is, Your head...it's collapsed, Your brain was being crushed and at the same time reforming as much as Your skull was. Tragically, it ain't over yet, Your skull is still very Human, besides for the muzzle. You had been silent since Your neck changed, but You're moaning now.
As every inch of You regains feeling, You find the strength to move and lay on Your belly. The Rabbit looks around then sits between Your front legs, under Your head. Your brain is finally letting You to really think, and not focus only on the pain. Like why the Rabbit did what it did, and what You want to do now. Hide, rest, You want to get to the safty of Your den and rest in Your nest till You feel better. The Rabbit rests contently below You...You pull back some, nuzzle it gently and it gets up. The 2 of You wonder off back to the house. It acts to follow You inside, and if You hadn't looked 1st it would've gotten in. A few gentle swats shoos buddy Bunny away and You go in...a quick peek out the window, it's sitting there waiting...but gets the idea it's time to leave. Once in Your nest You melt away into the covers and disappear into dream...

Video shows that as You layed there Your body became even redder and Your overall size became even bigger, more muscular. You wake up and go to the kitchen after checking the video. You've been walking around more on all 4s lately, when ever You actually walk on just 2 You feel and look odd, uncomfortable. The mirror shows how little of You is still Human. Limbs length changing, torso and head compressing, You are far bigger than any Human or Wolf...knowing You'll need the height You grumble up onto 2 legs, hunched forward, and make it to the kitchen.
But, there's a problem.......the cubbers are bear...

Returning to bed, Your stomach begins to really cry out for food as You struggle to sleep, while You have feeling back, Your body is feeling all kinds of weird and wrong after that traumatic head shift. You move Your left paw and scratch Your back legs. You also use Your right hand to scratch Your back, You move Your claws about to try and quiet the feeling by scratching everywhere You can reach. A tad bit bloodied, You do feel better and You stop clawing Your body...but, this did nothing for, Your hunger...no longer able to handle the grumbling feeling screaming for fuel for the changes, You force Yourself up to Your side with a growlish groan, then up, up onto all 4s, and then You head outside and lay down.......it's not long before Your snuggle Bunny shows up. It's extremely clear this rascally rabbit likes the Human becoming a Wolf Monster. It comes closer, not knowing this time the Wolf, was a Snake, waiting to strike...it stops right by the Wolf and looks right up into Your eyes, standing on its 2 legs. It can sense something else is wrong with You, but it's not sure what by the look of it....You reach out and grab it and pull it in, turning it around and placing Your other paw on it and then You put Your head down. It wiggled a little then just let it happen. You worry that You're about to eat the only friend You have right now.
You can see it in Your head, You have it under its head and over its back, it sits there ready to have its head bitten clean off, it wouldn't take much, just one, quick, movement, and You can bite it and twist...
You come too, and look down, it's still alive, though wet, You've drooled on it and licked it, Your tongue feels fuzzy. It's oddly content though...You let it go and get up. It sits there for a few moments like it was asleep then follows You as You walk off. You could devour Your friend in minutes, but fortunately to Your mental state, You didn't do it. You licked the poor thing, but even after the Wolf hug lick, You didn't nibble. You get to the backyard where You once saw Deer at. Your buddy seems content to follow You on Your 1st hunt, but You'd rather it didn't, which has You pushing it, knocking it over with Your snout and giving it a little shove with the back of Your hand. It wonders off once up, circles to look back at You, wanting, then leaves. You're happy that You have a strong sense of self control, while your soul has been well fed, Your body still needs nourishment...You return to the deer idea...the agnagral 1st hunt.

You sniff around wondering what does a deer smell like? Will i just know? Or will it sound a dinner bell when i smell it? As You wonder this Your hips and legs feel pressured, You get a little growlly over this and put counter pressure onto them! Your hip structure changed some and so did Your legs. You think this should help Your stride. You push through the aftermath pain of Your change and breathe deep-?! You smell it, food! It's clear it ain't Your buddy. You look back to Your den, You know Your territory, but the Rabbit isn't gonna be able to protect Your den from squatters or thiefs. You comedicly image it acting like a Dog and just being pushed aside and egnored...You turn Your head to the distance, and proceed, the hunt, begins......
Your breathing has changed, Your vision becomes sensitive to any movement, Your focus has sharpened, sounds both die and sharpen- they flux, You move Your ears every which way, searching for the right sound. Your snout shifts, taking in every smell around as You hang open Your mouth to taste the air itself, this, whatever, will not get away from You.
You do not hesitate or slow down, You, are on the hunt for food, fuel, You need it, and You will not waste time, and You think again, and again, with a fang filled grin, it will not get away from You...

............it took awhile, but You followed the scent to its source. A large Stag Deer, though it was old and alone, it gave off an air You picked up on, that it was a cranky old man and wouldn't go down without a tussle. You sneak up on it, as it goes on eating. Wolfs just attack, but plenty of WereWolf sources have shown them using their Human intellect to stalk, ambush and surprise their prey. And that, is what You're doing, You have not only Your Instincts to aid You, but intelligence as well...a sudden noise and You dive down. A pair of Squirrels are squabbling, going from the ground to up a tree to another tree, perfectly pulling the elder Deer's head away from You as it is transfixed on the noisy pair.
You move, quietly, closer, and closer...till...YOU LAUNCH! A Loud Roar Flys From You as the elder Deer looks back, Your reflection in its eyes...
A blind roll later and You have Your mouth clamped down on its snout and Your right arm and hand wrapped around it with Your big o' paw pressing down on its chest. You broke a few legs of its before wrapping round it and pressing down on it. You're crushing its muzzle and chest, and once blood splashes into Your mouth You let go only to reclamp down to further crush its muzzle before You move with blinding speed from muzzle to jugular, it gurgled out a pained, broken and gargled cry that's quickly gagged into silence! For whatever reason Your attention shifts and while latched onto Your prey You look up to the Squirrels who have stopped squabbling to watch in utter silence. A sickening sound comes from both the Deer's mouth and chest as Your weight and strength does its job to crush the elder Deer's chest. You watch its eyes, it stares at You, eyes locked, as the dieing light in his eyes, fades away.....You let go and pull Your paw out of it, eventually, and give it a good lick. And just stare at it...it is dead. You have Your food...? The Squirrels are gone, You take a few steps, before deciding against going after them...here, or home?...home?...You really don't seem to consider Your true home as such any more. But then, it doesn't have what this one does, Your friend for one, so don't need or want the other one....home, You bite it around the neck and begin the long trek home...hopefully Your buddy won't be there right away....

Elder Deer sits out side the back door, eaten on, as You prepare to go inside..sniffing...You can smell, rain. You are covered in blood and Deer fur, and other bits and pieces of Deer flesh. You love that it rains often here, and showering in it is better than the tub, and the bath in the creek was nice too. You go to the front and wait for the rain. Your little friend never shows up. You get up on 2 legs, back arched, front limbs hanging, and look around, but You don't see the Rabbit anywhere. Body irritable again, You scratch Yourself with Your hand or paw before scratching with Your back right paw. Once content, You wait for the cleansing rain.

The rain finally arrives, Your muzzle, front left paw and leg, and a little of the rest of Your head, neck and right arm needs this rinse cycle. You completely egnor a familiar feeling in Your right hand, You can see it in Your mind as You sit up in a *Beg* stance with Your head up and mouth open with Your tongue out, asking for the rain to hurry along. Your right hand's digits begin to shift position as Webbing reaches the middle knuckle of Your fingers. As You flex Your digits a claw comes out of Your thumb as the claws of Your ring and pinky come fully out. The rain feels good on Your body, it washes away the Deer on You and moistens Your skin. You could stay like this the whole storm......
flutter...peckpeckpeck!
Growl...

Log: Birds don't fear You at all and want Your remaining hair for their nests, badly. You paw at Your hair, but don't speed it up all that much.
X-rays show how little Your skeleton resembles a Human's and how much it resembles a Wolf. The only difference is the size, You are resembling a Wolf inside more than outside due to the muscles and greater size. A Dire Wolf, perhaps, the larger fangs would fit. But would that mean that facility was trying to create a Dire Wolf...WereWolf? A Dire WereWolf?...but, how would any of this explain Your little Heart Wolf Puppy?
This is the only thing that has no explanation so far...

How long have You been unconscious? You felt a change coming and not knowing how much longer You'll be able to work Your phone or a computer since big o' Wolf toes can't grip well and smush too many keys at once. And typing with a pencil in Your mouth- its eraser- doesn't always register on touch screens, You think how inconsiderate the designers were in making them. You set up Your phone and computer to record and just sat there...soon after, it hit You, and it hit You hard. It started with Your torso's compression, which wasn't that bad pain wise, but even with You getting bigger, You have a hard time breathing each time Your chest changes shape. But that's when it began, Your skull began to change again and just like last time it caused You to convulse on the floor, seizuring about uncontrollably. And just like last time, You blacked out...
You gasped awake and layed there taking DEEP breaths to try and regain Your strength. When Your eyes finally focus You look to the cameras, thinking, that's going to be difficult for some people to watch. Since You're in the safty of Your den You're tempted to just lie there. But a far more comfy spot is too tempting, so after a bit of resting You get up and go to Your nest. You've gathered every pillow and blanket in the house to create the perfect bowl to sleep in, and it calls to You to come rest there. You curl up into a tight little ball and go to sleep. When You wake up You go and carefully pulled everything to the floor with Your fangs to do some editing of the videos.
You could already tell that Your snout and upper jaw have lined up upon a lick of Your nose. As You got up earlier from the floor You found the remainder of Your teeth, they sit beside You waiting to be placed with the others. Your fangs have fully come in, but less than half are not full length yet. By evident of the snazz lick Your tongue has not only gotten longer but is now long enough to remain drooped out of You muzzle, the lower jaw is still growing out, yet Your tongue has now out paced it.
...Your skull is looking more like a K9's. It won't be much longer till You are finally whole...

Log: Mental test. You have not loss much of Your intelligence. Of course, speed ones suffer more and more. But Your pretty much level when it comes to ones You can take Your time on. But at the same time, the amount of time it takes has finally begun to change. Though it ain't enough to worry about, is it?
Memory check. You scroll through Your phone's contacts and think on the name, who, relation, when met, so forth. You know everyone, at least it feels right, so You're giving it a pass. All You remembered was recorded and added to the rest of Your logs.
.......You noticed something You didn't as You recorded Your total recall. You made comments You don't remember saying. How different each person would be if they were like You, or some other Animal. You did record Yourself earlier saying how You wished everyone had ears and tails like You do for the emotional display. So, You're not too surprised. But now, You wonder, and that concerns You...be, cause, You still don't know how this happened in the 1st place...

Your outside once, no, You are outside every day now. Laying on Your right side, You turn to watch as Your left foot stretches, and does so for the next while, as it stretches Your middle, index and big toes move, they're being pulled back as the big toe shrinks as well. When Your belly itches You forget how ticklish You've become and scratch, sending Your air born left leg jackhammering. But not only does it go off so does Your lengthening tail. In truth, You like this feeling, Your belly rubbed or scratched, and find it hysterical how You're so eazily brought low and crippled by a simple tummy tickle, a real menacing monster you are! You laugh, but is it from the thought or the self tickling? When You're done tickling Your self You look back to Your legs sitting in the air, You're twisted on Your back now, Your legs have really slowed down in their reforming, the  constant slow structure and length changes are nearing their end...Your over all transformation is nearing its end.

You go to the window and lift up onto the sill, it's been, quite some time since the windows that go to the screen porch have been closed. You look for Your wittle friend and don't see it. If You go out there it'll more than likely come running! So You go outside, still closing the door at least. You take to Your favorite spot and wait for Your little buddy, but once more the widdle rabby doesn't show up. You're concerned about this, why has it been absent since the other day? You didn't eat it, You like Rabbit....You get up to go look for it. What if something else is out there that might harm it, or try to eat it? Like, something from outside the forest? You don't want to go too close to town, You already did once and not only that someone almost saw You! Besides, the pollution of town just isn't good for You, while You didn't throw up or anything, it did make feel ill. You look around for awhile and can't find it. You press on even when Your chest feels tight and begin to breath heavily. You know what this means, but You are too concerned about the Rabbit that sat with You after You blacked out, hung out with You when normally a Rabbit wouldn't be around a Wolf, Human, or a predator of any kind. The pesky Birds are potential snacks, pecky little-...but You can't complete this thought, Your body is going to change and now, o'viously since at the start non of this was wanted. Needing to remain strong You plant Your 3 paws and 1 hand and brace Yourself. And it happens! You're near town so You try to remain quiet, but You end up groaning and growling. Your torso is nearing completion, as it does Your right shoulder starts to collapse to Your side and the upper arm swells some.
Your back, spine and ribs base, hurts badly, You try to reach over Your shoulder to rub Your back, but can't, so the other way, can't that way too. Hand back down, You snarl at this discomfort and tense up trying to pop Your back as You growl increasingly louder. Your spine seems to be getting thinker as You do this. You SLAM down Your paw with a loud growl and the pressure begins to lax...You breathe a little hard as You open Your eyes...the Rabbit sits in front of You, kind of looking worried...
Back at Your den, You're laying on Your belly a little twisted, with Your little buddy against You...

Hunger struck again, but with plenty of elder Deer in the backyard, the Rabbit gets to hop around You carefree, but then, You don't ever intend to eat it, You'd go to town before You did that, and even then, it'd be someone's pet that'll be Your 1st target...though a bad person would work too.....
You're cleaning Yourself off as these thoughts go by, saving some old lady from a purse snatcher...what age are You thinking this is? You laugh as You pat the ground, but it sounds more like an odd cough growl, Ribbit doesn't even turn Your way. Your attention on the Rabbit egnoring You, Your glee is stolen. Your left foot calls to You, it's tingling. The strecting is about over and Your big toe is about to shrivel away completely. The other toes are popping into paw position. Your Human foot, is no more, mere few changes away from 2 perfect back paws. You look to the Rabbit who seemed to of been staring at Your foot too, now it pays attention to you, but, its just out of curiosity, it nears then sniffs, before losing interest and wondering off.

You take some time for another log. Take new x-ray pictures. You watch a few old vids and make a new one, since You've kept Your Human tongue, sort of. You're wanting the video recordings of *You* talking. As You talk to the camera Your words begin to slip, You fumble Your words and sound like a babbling idiot more and more. Your Words aren't being replaced with anything K9 let alone Animal sounding, You're just making a whole bunch of unintelligible sounds. And then, round 3 happens. You lose control of Your body as You begin to seizure about on the floor once more...However this time You don't black out, You remain conscious through the whole unpleasant experience. You can feel it, actually register, the pressure on Your brain, like the vice of a predator's maw crushing it! Through watery eyes You notice Your muzzle has stopped growing, bottom jaw still going nuts, but the top is full length. You felt a jostling of fangs, like a chandelier caught in the wind, but now they seem sturdy as can be and aren't moving, half finalized in position and full length up top. Your tongue lapping the floor is still growing faster than Your bottom jaw. The last familiar feeling fighting the electricity coursing through is Your neck, it's numb, it's as long as it's going to be. The numbing feels good for it's one less stretch of nerves that aren't feeling the pain from Your head, but as soon as that relief came Your head stopped, but unfortunately, no numbness, it's going to happen again...defeated, yet alive, You lay there, knowing there's going to be another round. When You finally sit up and look to the screen and see Yourself, You lift Your lips and see just how big Your fangs will all be from the top ones. They're too big for anything to truly survive a bite from You, now or later. You look again, and notice something You've been missing, Your lower jaw dropped some over time for the potential size of fully grown teeth to fit in Your mouth.
You, are now bald, all of the hair You had left is on the floor, at last, Birds will stop pecking Your head, You grin and sigh in relief. Your ears seem to sit almost where they should for a Wolf, their range of movement has also increased, and they're telling You just how sad and in pain You're in, along side Your tail. Fully sitting up, You silently take stock. The shape of Your skull, front right limb, and back left paw are all that's left except for Your eyes, unless Your torso plans to do any more squashing or Your tail is to thicken up or get longer, it really won't be much longer now....You turn to the camera eye, hoping in the next few moments words will come out of Your mouth...

You go for a check up at Your local mirror, the doc is in and You can see Your skin tone hasn't really changed much, Your new skin tone must be nearly done. The texture of Your skin is still changing, but it's, not really all that eazy to tell anymore, You can't really remember how You once felt, how a Human felt like. The building of Your muscles seems to be slowing as well, which You're extremely happy about as You go outside, squeezing through the doors, if You get too much bigger You're going to have to punch a hole in a wall to get outside, You wish they would've made the doors wider. The doors at that facility comes to mind, they were made for crowds, but houses and a number of other places aren't made for wide loads, inconsiderate.
You sit down and guess who comes running, what a good bun bun. Even though Your fangs, some of which still sticking out, would skewer the Rabbit through for years, it continues to come right up to Your goofy grinned muzzle and just hang out around You, even sleep against You. It at lest showed a small bit of self preservation when You were hungry that day, but You grabbed it and it just let You hold it, drool on it, lick it, so, it might have a reckless or suicidal side. Or who knows, wanting to come with You on Your hunt, it might be a Wolf in Rabbits clothing! The odd laughter again, this time the Rabbit looks at You like it knows You're thinking about it. You do notice how it does seem weary when ever Your tummy rumbles. But the odd thing just likes being there...Is it, some bizarre hidden true nature thing where predator and prey can actually sit in each other's company without care? There is a possibility that it's using You as a shield, not that Your finely tuned nose has detected an intruder to Your territory. Territory You clearly marked as Yours in multiple ways...with, Thumper tailing You the whole 2nd time...

You roll onto Your back as Your bud watches You out of confusion. You're watching Your legs as You tighten Your leg and paw muscles up and stretch them out high! You can feel it, the change is ending, and that numbing feeling is setting in. Pop, goes Your back legs and paws, that felt good...You lay there for a few moments when the thought of testing out Your finalized back legs hits you. You roll over to Your belly and get up, bud bun sits up on 2 legs, curious...
run run run, Run Run Run, RUN RUN RUN! You pick up speed more and more, Your thunderous pounding of the ground as You circle Your den. 2 of Your paws aren't fully paws yet, and the muscles of Your front right leg isn't the same as Your left, but the power and speed of 2 complete limbs, and 1 complete back leg, is already something else, far faster than an earlier speed test. Jokingly You ponder with this speed could You catch Wiley's pesky Roadrunner? Could You beat a Cheetah in a race? You laugh, wishful thinking, but it's not like You have a way of telling about the Cheetah race...You were getting ready to slow to a stop when the thought came to You, if You were to hunt something at this speed, would You simply obliterate it upon impact? On passing, You noticed Bugs Roger grew bored and fell asleep by the front door, but You wake it up when You SLAM into a tree, bringing it CRASHING DOWN!!! Wood splinters all over as a perfectly healthy tree that did nothing to You when You fell out of it years ago, dies a violent death...You didn't get the last laugh, the tree insured You didn't come out of this unscathed, the tree laughs last. Chunks of wood stick out of You, but they didn't go all that deep, for Your ribs are closing the gap between them to create one hell of a shield for Your Heart Pup. They're so much stronger than a Human's and would be sought out in a game for material You're sure. Your left arm and gut, on the other paw. You groan then snarl at the tree and would get petty crude revenge on it if not for the pain. You move to the porch and lay down on Your other side by the door as You suffer from Your stupidity. You glance to Bugs Roger, and like the lost man to a soccer ball, You put words in the Rabbit's mouth, "That wasn't very smart.", which You grudgingly agree to, You tell it to shut up. Bugs Roger wonders around, checks out Your wounds born form clever thoughts then goes off to eat...
Your new body is something else, it would take alot to truely cripple You, for it wasn't long before Your body ejected the nasty splinters. You're still bleeding, but they were forced out and You'll recover. As You lay there, You finally register something. Oblivious to this unique change, You now acknowledge it...Your body pulsed from the impact, or was it, as You lay there, You finally feel the Heart beat of Your body. Wanting to see it, actually acknowledgingly see it, You get up to go inside. Bugs Roger came running over and got inside for the 1st time! You go to the mirror. You, are pulsing, like a Heart. A Heart Wolf. That's what You are now. The pulsing looks, a bit weird, but it's in a certain way that it looks natural, some how. The transition to Your new self isn't over yet though, looking to Your front right paw, but You've finally acknowledged Your new identity's trade mark name identifier, the Heart Beat...You are distracted from Your rhythmic pulsing by a sound in YOUR room! When You get in there You noticed the little fuzzball has gotten into Your nest somehow, looking like it's smug about it...plop, You drop Bugs Roger outside on the ground, having held it gently in Your vice maw...You kick the door close with Your back paw before it can get back in. You pass the window and glance out. -! Bugs Roger is staring at You, and Your mind puts on a sob vest in the Rabbits favor to get You to let it back in...You quickly look and move away, only imaging that Bugs Roger gets irritable and stomps off.


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