That night, the man looked visibly strained, his desire to keep an eye on the employees working late was warring with a deep, inner urgency. He retreated into his private office and snapped the lock shut. His crisp uniform shirt and trousers were already plastered to his skin, slick with a hot sheen of sweat. The musky, animal scent grew undeniably potent as coarse hairs began to sprout rapidly across his skin. 'Why now? There’s no time to... find somewhere private.'
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 1920 x 1920px
File Size 2.74 MB
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