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Amy's Werewolf Infection (skin rip TF story)

Hi! This is hardcore werewolf erotica and centers on a non-gory skin rip TF. It's extremely sexual, and I know that isn't to everyone's tastes, so I wanted to give fair warning at the start.

I'm posting it here by request. There are other sites hosting the story here: FurAffinity, SoFurry If you have accounts on them and enjoy the story here, I'd appreciate faves and comments in both places!

This is the first of three chapters in an erotic novella. Each will center on one character and their transformation from the infection. The second and third chapters will come later and can be read alone or as part of an overall work.

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Amy's Werewolf Infection (First TF)

A little more than two weeks ago, a werewolf had bitten the young Spanish teacher Amy Primrose on the wrist. There'd been a lot of confusion about the attack. It'd been a cloudy night and only a half moon, still waxing. She'd stumbled up to a ranger station from the pitch black forest, her back caked in mud and her right arm bloody and clutched to her stomach.

She'd reported to the park rangers that a large wolf had begun stalking her while she was out looking for two of her problem students--Kate Bayer and Gwen Kim. It'd taken her a while to guess at what was out there, snuffling in the dark, but she'd become nervous and tried to run. The beast had chased her down and tackled her on the path.

That was her mistake, the rangers had agreed. Hunting instinct, they'd said, as if that explained everything. The rest of the details were drawn mostly from her injury. The wound was clearly lupine but shallow. Only one wolf had attacked her instead of a pack, and it'd been scared off by her screaming.

The report had been filed, the wound had been cleaned up, and her wrist had been bandaged at the hospital. After a few shots and a couple of days, she'd gone back to work.

Amy didn't know that she'd been bitten by a werewolf, not exactly. There were two details that confused her still, but it'd been truly dark and the wrong phase of the moon. She always dismissed these thoughts, only to have them return again.

The first detail often caught up to her when she was alone at night, bored and idly horny. It bothered her that her libido didn't die away at the memory of the attack. Instead it burnt hotter, sometimes strong enough to make her Google a little hetero porn and masturbate to get her mind off the subject.

Something heavy, soft and warm had pressed into her ample chest when the beast tackled her. The shape, the weight--her brain recognized what'd touched her, even though her conscious mind refused to believe it. She'd been tit to tit with naked, humongous breasts and massive, hard nipples.

The second detail bothered her when she picked at the bandages around her wrist. There was a bruise just below it on her arm, something the rangers had ignored and she couldn't explain away.

The creature had grabbed her wrist with fingers, not paws, before biting down. She'd tried struggling, but the monster's grip had been painfully tight, and her hand had been unable to move an iota while fangs had gently, gingerly pierced her skin.

She'd been bitten by a werewolf, and soon the young Latina woman would succumb to lycanthropy.

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Tonight was the night of the next full moon, and the attack was at the forefront of her thoughts. She was presiding over the retests of the two little assholes who'd skipped out and played hooky on a field trip, sending Amy on that fateful goose chase into the wilderness of a state park.

She secretly blamed them, Kate and Gwen, for the pain and the strange feelings that'd followed the attack. She was a teacher however, and she had her career to consider. It wasn't proper for her to resent students openly, so she stewed behind her desk and watched them disrespect her minute by minute.

"You have until 8PM, girls," she said aloud. "I'm not unlocking the door early unless you finish your tests."

Kate and Gwen hadn't touched their packets or moved a pencil. After a semester of homework and quizzes, this test just didn't matter to their final grade, and if Amy tried to change the weighting, she'd get in trouble. These girls were popular, like Amy had been six short years ago, and Gwen's mother was an assistant principal. There was nothing she could truly do to them, so she watched and listened and thought about her life.

Amy wondered--had she been this terrible to her teachers? She was only twenty-four, now two years a graduate of a state university, and she still had all the buxom sexuality and youth that'd served her in high school. Had she been so abusive of her popularity? Had she simply assumed power blindly?

She compared herself with the students. Gwen was a tight little Korean-American cheerleader, maybe five and a half feet tall, with long black hair streaming off her head like a waterfall. She had a beautiful, round face like a doll, and she was gorgeously skinny, pixie-like, with swinging hips and an ass that was muscular and round for her size. She wore skinny skirts that showed too much thigh for dress code, and her blouses were undersized on purpose, buttoning too tight. If she rolled her shoulders, the cloth was stretched over her thin bras, deliberately displaying the shape of her puffy teenage nipples.

Gwen wasn't the kind of beauty that Amy was, but she shared Amy's old style. She used her clothes to draw the eyes, to suggest sex. It was exhibitionist, and probably turned her on. The little narcissist probably masturbated in front of a mirror, imagining all the boys watching her and jacking off later.

This wasn't mean-spirited speculation. Amy had done it when she was a cheerleader too. It was just a judgment of Gwen's immaturity. After a few years, the catcalls would shift from arousing to annoying, and harassment would make her modest.

Not that Gwen deserved it, Amy thought, but the silver lining would be humility, and that would teach her respect.

Kate on the other hand was more Amy's style. She was a redhead, six feet tall, with straight hair falling to her shoulders. Her D-cup breasts were packed tightly under a skinny red t-shirt, and she'd slipped her fine hips and big ass into tight acid-washed jeans. She was breathtakingly beautiful, even in the most simple clothes. The male teachers went easy on her. The women tried submissively to be her friend.

But not Amy. They'd eyed each other on the first day of class, and they'd felt the spark of competition. They were two of a kind. Their instincts cried out--fear them, fight them.

Amy took stock of herself. She was a buxom but very fit Latina woman, with silky raven hair pinned up and shining. Her broad hips and tight waistline gave her an exquisite hourglass figure, and she squeezed her big muscular ass into hip-hugging khakis. Her breasts were incomparable. She was endowed like a model or a porn star, with true double-Ds filling out button-up blouses and bras with heft to spare.

Gazes often drew away from Kate to Amy. Kate clearly resented her for it, and her revenge was to treat Amy like she was ancient and confused. Any time there was something current to talk about, they'd find some way to include and insult her.

"Mrs. Primrose," Kate would say, as if Amy's last name was bitter on her tongue. "You just don't get it."

Or, "Mrs. Primrose, as if you'd know."

They spoke to her as if she wore some ugly tent of a dress and creaked when her joints bent. They refused to acknowledge her youth, to assuage her ego. Amy knew it was petty and childish, but the knowledge didn't sate her feelings. She was beautiful and wanted them both to say it, and moreover she was their teacher and wanted their obedience. Thus, when handed a test...

"Girls, are you going to start?" Amy asked.

Kate looked over, nearly rolling her eyes. "Can we go home now?"

"No. We'll spend all evening here if we have to."

Gwen smiled cruelly. "Maybe you don't have to hurry home to your cat, or whatever? But we have dates."

"No," Amy said flatly.

"Whatever." Gwen turned back to Kate and resumed talking about their petty little dramas, as if they'd never been interrupted.

These were the students she'd gone out to find, on an impulse, because she'd imagined them scared and lost in the woods. Instead they'd been fucking around at the park lodges, proud that they'd tricked their teacher up until the very moment that they'd seen her bandages. Even then they hadn't apologized, but at least they'd been ashamed of themselves.

Amy felt a little knot of anger tighten in her belly. How irresponsible was it to hide and pretend to be lost? How fucking stupid? Kate and Gwen deserved the mauling more than she did.

How would they like it, she thought, if a wolf bit them?

The image came unbidden of a wolf's open maw slavering over their bare skin, and she felt uncomfortable. A chill shot up her spine, and her huge nipples stiffened at the thought. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head to clear it. It was just anxiety, she thought. It made her olive skin blush a little.

Deep orange sunlight was streaming through the window, slowly becoming ruddy. Sunset was in about ten minutes, she guessed. The dusk would turn to night, and still the schoolgirls would be chattering aimlessly instead of making up the work they'd skipped over the last week. She figured if she hadn't locked the classroom door, they would've already walked out.

What were they doing now? They had smart phones in their hands. They smiled and read off what they saw on the screen. So and so said such and such. They laughed and then scowled. They often glanced at each other, Amy thought, just briefly eye to eye. It was like flirting. Somehow, at that moment, it looked to her eyes like a kind of courtship.

Kate began talking about her boyfriend. He was long distance but wouldn't talk to her about feelings and worries. "It works for him. He's chill, you know? The not talking makes him chill, but like, I'm not chill. I want to talk about my feelings."

Gwen sympathized. "My boy is giving me trouble. We never fight, but when we do? It's real bad. He can't take it, and last summer? Remember when we went on that trip with mom? He didn't hear from me for two weeks, and he flipped out at me cause I faved some other boy's photos on my phone."

"I totally, totally trust my boyfriend," Kate said. "He just takes me for granted sometimes, you know? He's stopped trying cause I told him that I love him."

"Mine sometimes gets really worried. He asks me all these questions about these other guys. I tell him I have a thousand friends on everything, but he thinks I'm ignoring him and gets mad. I'm not, right? There's just nothing to talk about."

"I don't think I'm like the best girlfriend," Kate said, "but I'm worth it. I want him to show me that he loves me."

Jesus, Amy thought, is that false humility? Or do you really think of yourself like that?

"Yeah, it's like, guys are all level headed, but they suck." Gwen sighed. "They don't understand feelings. Not like you, you know? You're the only person I can really talk to."

Then why are you dating some idiot boy? Amy thought. If you're so enamored with Kate, why don't you just date her?

Wait--Amy closed her eyes and breathed deep. She was suddenly feeling really, really warm, like she was bundled up in layers. And now she was wishing a couple of schoolgirls would go lesbian?

I'm not gay, she thought to herself. It's just...

Kate smiled, holding Gwen's gaze. "I feel the same. Like I could talk for hours with you."

It was a perfect romance. Amy just wanted to hold them to her breasts and tell them, screw those boys. Date each other instead. Love each other instead.

"Guys aren't like us though," Gwen said.

"Why don't you date a girl then?" Amy asked. She closed her mouth immediately. She couldn't believe she'd asked. But looking at the schoolgirls, she envisioned them in each others arms, snuggling, breasts touching. Kissing deeply with their thick lips. Oh God, her nipples were getting so hard in her shirt.

"Jesus, Mrs. Primrose," Gwen said. "What the hell?"

Mrs. Primrose stared the girls down. She wanted to back off, to try to play it like a joke or a slip of the tongue, but her heart was hammering and her instincts were playing havoc with her emotions. She felt compelled to say something. Her heart was nearly exploding with the desire to see them kiss.

"If you get along so well, why don't you date?" Amy asked. Jesus, it felt so good to say that. She could feel her nipples now swollen in her bra, and the tightness in her belly was mixing with arousal. Her pussy was becoming damp. As she looked at them, her mind's eye drew their hands caressing their young bodies. It drew them with fingers exploring breasts and nipples, sliding down across bellies towards thatches of pubic hair.

"Are you gay or something?" Kate asked.

"This is harassment," Gwen said, "Mom is gonna freak."

The sun was nearly down. There were mere minutes left until nightfall. Already, the moon stared fully over the horizon.

The fact that Amy disgusted one schoolgirl and angered the other just gave her a sense of dominance. She felt powerful and sexual. The heat in her belly needed stoking. "You afraid of kissing girls?" Amy taunted. "If Gwen kissed your mouth, would you hate her? Or would your clit get hard?"

"I'm fucking out of here," Kate said. She stood up, grabbed her purse from beside the seat, and tried the door. She shook the handle. Still locked by key. "Unlock the door, Mrs. Primrose."

Amy's own clit was hard. Her pussy was wet, her sweaty nipples were jutting hard into her blouse, and her skin was on fire. "Maybe you'd feel better if she kissed your pussy?" She imagined them, naked, with Kate leaning against a desk. Her legs were spread, and Gwen was squatting between them, eating cunt from below and shaking her head like an animal. Amy felt so fucking horny, she could hardly believe it.

"You can't lock us in here," Gwen said, clearly pissed now. "It's a fire hazard. We could call the cops."

Amy pushed her chair back from her desk and stood. She was so disgustingly aroused by their nubile little bodies. She wanted to grind her pussy on them and kiss their snatches and breasts. She walked towards them, hips swinging, sultry and eager. "How about the teacher that thought she was straight, but fucked a couple of cute schoolgirls? Wouldn't that be a crazy porno."

"Go to hell!" Kate rattled the door handle. "Let us out!"

Amy realized she was transforming mentally, becoming queer, impulsive and lewd--but it felt wonderful. She wanted more of it; she wanted everything this feeling had to offer. She wanted to bend Gwen over and finger her pussy while licking her tight little Asian ass. She wanted to sit on Kate's face and masturbate while the redhead licked her horny bottom. She wanted to sixty-nine with her, muff-diving together, a dirty little lesbian hatefuck. The heat inside her was growing explosively.

"I'm calling the cops," Gwen said. She picked up her phone.

Amy was sweating bullets. She shivered feverishly. If the cops came, there wouldn't be any lesbian sex. There wouldn't be any naked bodies or gushing pussies or wet thighs or hands on hips or stiff nipples or wet tongues slathering tender clits. None of it, none of it--no, no! Gwen wouldn't take this away from her! She would not be denied!

She rushed at the seated girl, her tremendous breasts swinging in her sweat-sticky blouse. Gwen screamed and tried to pull away, but she couldn't stand fast enough. Amy snatched Gwen's delicate wrist, yanked the cell phone from her hand and dashed it on the wall. Kate ran at Amy and hit her awkwardly on the back with her purse. Amy let out a guttural snarl, swiped at Kate--and before the schoolgirl pulled back, Amy nabbed the purse and ripped it out of Kate's hands.

"Oh Christ," Kate said, "Christ, Christ!"

Amy dug through the girl's belongings and found her phone. With a plastic crack, it was smashed on the floor. The purse was dropped beside it.

"Oh my God!" Gwen was shaking. "Mrs. Primrose, I'm sorry. Just let us go. I'm so sorry."

"We'll do our tests!" Kate pleaded.

Amy walked back to her desk and opened the drawer. She raised her own phone to the schoolgirls in a shaking hand, showing them an unexpected hope. Then suddenly, she spun around and threw it against the chalkboard at the head of the room. The face snapped off, clattering on the floor. Amy's ample chest was heaving, the cloth half clear and sticking to her breasts, dusky skin visible through her sweat-soaked clothes.

No calls, no running away from this monstrous feeling.

"I'm so sorry!" Gwen pleaded.

"You don't respect me," Amy said huskily.

"Please," Kate said, "we didn't mean anything bad."

"You both skip class. You lie and hide from me. You threaten me with your mother, Gwen. You treat me like shit, Kate. You two are the reason my wrist was bitten!"

"We're sorry!" Gwen shouted.

"I used to be just like you horny little idiots, but even I wouldn't trick my teacher into risking her life. You deserve punishment. You both do!"

"Mrs. Primrose, please, we're sorry. Please, don't hurt us." Gwen's voice wavered. "We'll do anything, just don't hurt us."

"Something is coming. I can feel it--" Amy stopped, closed her eyes and shuddered again, moaning. The heat was scorching. She could feel it in her bones, marrow boiling like molten wax. Her pussy mound was aching with arousal. Her round ass was throbbing and horny. She felt like she was going to burst. She wanted to rip off her clothes. She wanted to rip off everything.

"What's happening?" Kate asked quietly. "What is it?"

Amy's chest was heaving. She needed out of her clothes. She needed out. Their beautiful faces were turned to her. Their gazes burned on her skin. She wanted to show them her nipples. She wanted to show them her snatch and her ass. She ached for them to kiss her pussy and asshole at the same, and she knew they wouldn't, and it was infuriating.

She felt so incredibly lesbian, and she had to show them!

"Girls," Amy said, putting her hands up to her sweat-soaked tits. "You fucking hot little schoolgirls."

She cupped her tremendous breasts and rubbed her nipples through the cloth. "This is on you. This is happening because of you!" She grabbed two handfuls of cloth, and with one mighty flex, she ripped her blouse open, buttons snapping off and scattering on the floor. Her swollen, erect tits spilled out of her shirt, already overflowing her bra, jutting out at the girls. Her thick nipples just barely peeked over the top of her cups.

The little Asian's eyes were on her breasts, drinking in the details. Amy needed to bare more to the schoolgirls, more! She shed her shirt onto the floor, grabbed the cups of her bra and yanked them down. Her tremendous porn star tits hung out for Kate and Gwen, exposed and heavy. Sweat ran over them in streams. Each breast was impossibly aroused. Her wet nipples ached and swelled more, growing stiffer, larger, more erect.

She pulled off her bra and kicked off her shoes. She had to be completely naked. Her pussy was screaming with lust. Her panties were sopping with her fluids, and her asshole was throbbing. Without another word, she pulled away her socks, unbuttoned her khakis, took them off and threw them against the wall. She was finally naked but for the bandage on her wrist and her once-white panties, now translucent with her fluid, the dark thatch of her pubic hair completely visible through the cloth.

She clenched her fists and shouted at them, chest heaving, giant breasts bouncing. "Look at my pussy!" The Latina teacher grabbed one side of her panties and pulled them aside, baring her swollen, ruddy labia to the girls. "I thought I was straight, but look what your bodies do to my pussy!"

Her inner pussy lips were red, dribbling lube between her thighs. Her clit was stiff. Even without clothes, the pressure was still rising. Her asshole was clenching and unclenching.

The girls were standing in shock, watching, unable to escape.

One minute remained before sunset.

Amy yanked her panties down, then kicked them away, standing with her legs apart, fully naked in front of two teenagers. She'd come this far. There was no reason to stop now. Wherever this would end, she embraced it's animal rawness. There was no fear and no hiding from this feeling. She reached between her legs and started masturbating violently with her whole hand, rubbing her pubic mound in swift circles, mashing her pussy lips and brushing her stiff clit straight towards an orgasm.

"Mrs. Primrose," Kate said, unable to express much else. Their teacher had already changed beyond their recognition.

Amy grunted and moaned, masturbating faster and harder. She was rising, shuddering, climbing towards the strongest orgasm she'd felt in years. She'd never masturbated to women, but here she was, doing it in front of the girls, and it was incredible! Her breaths descended into tight gasps as she felt her first queer orgasm nearly at hand.

The sun set. The night was here.

"I'm cumming!" Amy cried, and waves of pleasure crashed through her body as she squirted all over her hand, showering the classroom floor in her female ejaculations, crying out again and again as she battered her sensitive clit in front of two schoolgirls, stretching out her last purely human orgasm through quivering aftershocks.

"Oh my God," Gwen said, aghast.

Amy's eyes were closed. She was breathing deep, hands on her knees, erect breasts heaving, but the burning feeling in her body wasn't subsiding. She was growing hotter still. Even nude, she felt like she was dressed in layers.

"You did your sick shit already!" Kate shouted. "Let us out!"

Amy opened her eyes. She looked at the clear cum she'd squirted on the floor. That'd never happened before, but her orgasm had been so intense. She could hardly imagine that anything else could feel quite as good, except...

Except she could feel a deeper itch. She could feel something that suffused her whole body with tension, and releasing that inner pressure would be a greater pleasure yet.

She turned to face the windows. The full moon cast down over her naked body, scorching her with its rays, filling her eyes. She felt her body throb with power, and she was enthralled. The woman inside of her was waking up. She was deeply sexual, deeply lustful, feral and aggressive.

"Let us out!" Kate shouted.

"Shut up!" Amy swept around to stare down Kate and Gwen. "I know what I am now. I know what happened because of you." Her fingers slipped under the bandage on her arm. It was hardly necessary anymore, just a wrapping to keep her from picking at scabs. She pulled it off over her wrist and dropped it on the floor. "See this bite?" She held her wrist up for the schoolgirls. She bore the mark of the wolf's teeth. "Werewolves can bite you any time, it seems." She grinned manically and shuddered. "But tonight is when I'm going to be..." She gasped.

"Mrs. Primrose? There's no such... No," Kate said.

"There's no such thing as a werewolf," Gwen whispered.

Amy's breath was hitching. Her muscles were beginning to twitch. The process was already underway. "You did this. I went into the wilderness looking for you, and something out there--hngh. I was infected because of you. Now you'll meet your creation."

"Mrs. Primrose!" Kate shouted, "Let us go!"

"Mrs. Primrose?" Amy shuddered violently, teeth chattering. "I don't want to be Mrs. Primrose." Her pussy was aching with arousal, dribbling down her thighs. Her butthole was horny. Her breasts were so grand and full, she arched her back and they stood out. She was so feminine, so lesbian, so proud.

"Miss?" Gwen asked.

Amy clenched her fists. Pressure was building in her hands, in her breasts, in her feet and legs and arms and thighs. Her shoulders were clenched. She was going to explode, and she wanted it. She wanted out. "No more. This is the end of Mrs. Primrose."

Kate and Gwen stood together, side by side. Gwen's little hand grasped Kate's shoulder, and neither girl averted their gaze. "What do you mean?" Gwen asked.

"I'll disappear," she said. The pressure in her ass was reaching a threshold. It began to pulse, and she could feel her tailbone shifting just below her rump. "Girls..." She gasped, feeling something unfurl and extend, sliding down below her skin and between her buttocks. "Amy will burst out of me!"

"Mrs. Primrose?"

Amy hunched over, feeling her spine shift under her skin. There was a lesbian werewolf inside of her--behind her blushed face, inside her aching cunt, up her winking asshole. She turned to the windows again, falling to her hands and knees, legs spread apart. Her pussy was bared towards the girls, labia ruddy and tender. She strained and flexed her back. There was a crack of bone like a gunshot, and something inside her thrust against her asshole, tenting her sphincter from within.

Her thoughts were triumphant. Yes, come out, Amy! Burst from my butt! Grow your tail and be reborn through my butthole!

She shuddered with the effort, skin turning red, teeth gritting. Her heart was hammering. Her asshole was pulsing and thundering. The werewolf was pushing on her from within. The lesbian within was going to burst out of her thick Latina ass.

She arched her back as far as she could manage, her thick butt raised high. Her huge breasts pooled on the cool tile floor, rubbing her sensitive, sweaty nipples on the slick, clean surface. She reached back and grabbed her fat buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart. Her dark asshole was bared to the girls, vulnerable.

The pressure and pleasure were thundering through her anus. The tail slipping beneath her skin cracked and jutted, tenting the pucker of her asshole one final time. Yes, yes! Shewolf, emerge!

Her whole body quaked, and with her eyes to the moon, she threw her head back, cried out, and anally orgasmed as the werewolf within was born from her butthole. In one violent shove, she pushed three stiff inches of her furry tail out of her asshole, and her cumming pussy jetted juice onto the tiles behind her.

"I'm hatching!" Amy shouted.

Kate and Gwen were shocked into silence.

It turned Amy on to think of the werewolf inside her as a new identity, as the real her. Truth be told, she was herself through and through, but the idea of destroying Mrs. Primrose in front of her students, to show them how she really felt in fur and fang, to become Amy the beast--God, she was so fucking horny, and her buttfucking wolf's tail was driving her wild.

"No more teacher..." Amy shuddered again. "Just your beast. The Amy you made! Watch her grow a fucking tail!" She strained, spreading her buttocks as far as she could, and quaked with anal release as two more inches of tail erupted towards the girls.

"Help!" Gwen shouted, breaking the silence. "Anyone!"

There was no escape, Amy thought. She was pushing the werewolf out of her butt, and the girls would have to meet the creature once she had emerged from underneath her skin. They would have to face her lust and anger, finally freed!

"Is that tail real?" Kate asked, still unbelieving.

Amy strained and gasped. She'd lubed up and fingered her asshole a few times while watching pornography, but it'd been a kind of filthy experimentation. This felt natural, as if her asshole had always been ready to open up and let out the wolf. She flexed her core, then arched her back again suddenly, thrusting her tremendous ass towards the girls, and with each push out, she forced another two inches of furry tail from her aroused butt.

"God, it's real!"

Amy fur was warm and damp, but her tail was standing straight out of her throbbing asshole, and with every passing second, it was drying. Now she knew why men had wanted to fuck her butt so urgently. Her sensitive tail was reaming her sphincter and being stroked by it's clench. It was sublime, a pleasure and pressure gained and released all at once.

Her hands were shaking on her buttocks. She gritted her teeth and clenched. Aching lines spread across her fingertips. Cracking, grinding, her nails split open, and black claws slowly sliced their way out of her skin.

She released her buttocks and pushed up a little, sitting on her knees and inspecting her hands. Lycanthropic fingers crackled in the moonlight, lengthening, sliding out of the tubes of her human fingers. Her hands clenched--the bones in her hands suddenly stretched--and she forced her grip open. With a quiet rip, her hands split their skins like overfilled gloves. The halves peeled away, wet and empty, to hang from her wrists, and she could see the color of her fur on the back of her hands--dark grey.

"Yes!" Amy shouted. She grabbed her tremendous breasts in her long werewolf hands and gently squeezed, pushing her erect nipples out further towards the moon. She recalled how monstrously large her progenitor's tits had been, massive and erect beyond compare. Amy wanted that. She wanted that beauty.

With a crack, her tail slid another two inches between her thick buttocks, and her mind was drawn away from her nipples. She changed her position, getting on her feet and squatting with legs spread and her ass still facing the schoolgirls. She wanted them to remember this. She wanted them to witness how she became a monster, how she grew a tail beneath her skin and unleashed it through her asshole. She wanted them to witness her hatch.

She reached between her spread legs with her long fingers and began rubbing her erect clit through its hood, stroking the sides of her button by squeezing her tender pussy mound. She shuddered as she masturbated and squeezed more wolf's tail out her butt.

Her feet began to crack and extend. She already stood on the balls of her feet, but she turned her legs a little, working the soles against the tile until she felt her toes tingle and pop. The nails burst, letting claws erupt, and her soles began to split with soft rips, feet extending and shredding their skins. She sighed with pleasure and flexed her new toes.

The pressure in Amy's face was becoming intense. She closed her eyes and grimaced as her teeth began to crack in her mouth, extending, sliding from her gums until they were long and full. Drool ran over her lips. In two solid cracks, her nose began to flatten and her human muzzle bloomed almost a full inch beneath her skin. She strained to hold her mouth closed, but the beast inside her was still growing. Her wolf self wouldn't fit forever.

Still, she masturbated. Still she clenched and pushed and strained to make her tail erupt from her queer asshole. She turned towards the girls and opened her eyes, snarling with delight. They were staring, mouths gaping.

Another inch of muzzle grew under her skin, crunching and extending. Her cheeks were pulling thin, and her face began to tent over the increasingly lupine shape of her skull. Still, the skin didn't rip, even has her full lips stretched tighter and thinner over the beast that she was becoming.

Her tail was well over a foot long now, and she could feel the anal transformation accelerate through her masturbation. She palmed her pussy mound and stuck two fingers up her vagina, safe that the relatively dull tips of her claws wouldn't scratch her. Then she began to jerk her hand up, penetrating her human puss while she ground her clit towards her next orgasm.

"Kate," Gwen said, as if pleading for guidance. "Kate!"

As Amy's second orgasm approached, her asshole filled with pressure again. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, hunched her back over, and clenched her fists. Her arms began to flex, muscles building beneath the skin, but she hardly noticed. Sweat ran over her body, dripping from her knees and elbows and from her thick nipples. With her most severe squat, her spreading buttcheeks directed her damp tail against the tile.

"Her tail," Kate said, flabbergasted, "she's enjoying it."

Amy's lesbian lust thundered stronger at Kate's words, blood flowing through her, asshole clenching, lust bubbling forth. She groaned and strained to force the werewolf's tail out of her butt. An inch emerged, but it didn't relieve her. Rather, the pressure grew more and more. Her buttocks began to swell slightly beneath her skin, growing more muscular and broad.

She glanced back at the girls. Gwen had her hands on Kate's hips. She was unconsciously pulling Kate closer, pulling her thick schoolgirl ass flush against Gwen's groin. It was fear, Amy thought. Gwen was protecting herself with the larger girl, but to Amy's lust-crazed eyes, it was a gay closeness.

Her butt lust was extreme, and she was quickly reaching her anal limits. The tail needed to grow, but her humanity was holding her back. It was time to push the werewolf out of her butt.

It was time for the last of her tail to emerge.

"Something's happening," Kate whispered.

Amy willed for her beastly self to cum anally and become anally, and with one massive clench, she cried out, gasping, her half-muzzle nearly ripping her human face open. Through her gay butt, her humanity gave way. Her tail erupted a foot and a half longer beneath her skin, her asshole ripped open with a devastating anal orgasm, and the skin split with a meaty rip up to the top of her rump. Her tail straightened, standing erect, fur on end above her cumming queer behind. She grabbed her pussy mound and jerked her hand, instantly rubbing her clit to a sympathetic orgasm, squirting uncontrollably on the floor while her sundered human rear was forced open by her expanding shewolf buttocks, and her winking werewolf asshole was bared to the girls.

Kate, Gwen, see your teacher's rebirth! Watch, watch! The werewolf tears out of this skin!

"Oh my God!" Gwen shouted.

Still cumming from her asshole's sundering, Amy quaked and writhed. Her expanding buttocks and hips were pushing through her split human rear. The old hide slid back over her thick sapphic ass, revealing the broad, soft curves of her furry asscheeks to the schoolgirls. Still, the little snip of skin between her old asshole and her vagina remained unbroken. The prime seal of her human sexuality was untouched.

Amy arched her back and pushed her werewolf rear out further. Through the torn hole of her human ass, she thrust her new bottom, forcing the skin aside until she had maximum exposure. Her tail was erect, a shadow of the inner beast cast over her human pussy. Her clit throbbed. She'd truly exposed her nude ass to the schoolgirls, and it was arousing to think they were drinking in the details of her fat shewolf butt.

"No," Gwen said, "it's not possible."

"Just stay behind me," Kate said.

Amy pushed her body up until she was on her knees, then hunched her back. With pleasant pops, her spine lengthened, and she grew a little taller, pulling the skin tighter on her belly and back.

She twisted around to look at the girls. Her eyes were yellow and dark. After such massive, transformative orgasms, she was no longer a human hatching into a werewolf, but instead a werewolf shedding her old human skin.

"Her face," Gwen hissed.

Amy's face? She reached up with her werewolf hands and felt the half-formed muzzle beneath her skin. She felt her ears tugging and shifting, but unable to grow because of the flesh that moored them. She felt her scalp itch with anticipation.

She opened her mouth the slightest bit, and her human lips pulled back to bare her slavering teeth. Her hot breath hissed between her fangs. Her eyes bored into the nubile teens.

Kate was scanning the room rapidly, looking for something, anything. Her eyes lit on Amy's old clothes, then shot back to stare Amy down. It didn't work.

Amy pushed to her werewolf's feet, her old olive skin now hanging from her calves in tatters. Her werewolf hands hung at her sides, powerful yet slender, with sticky empty halves of old human hands dangling from her wrists. Her tail swayed experimentally, wagging. She turned to the girls, her dusky, erect breasts swinging in front of her. Then she closed her eyes momentarily and groaned, more a bestial whine, as her muzzle cracked and pushed forward another inch, stretching the skin of her human face just short of ripping apart.

Kate whispered to Gwen. "Her pants. Go get them."

Gwen let go of Kate's hips reluctantly, slowly sidling towards the wall. Amy's old wardrobe lay so close to the exit, and she hadn't removed the keys from her pockets.

Amy glanced at Gwen.

"Mrs. Primrose," Kate said loudly, "you freak."

Amy shot her gaze back to Kate. Anger thundered in her aching human cunt. The trick was obvious, but she didn't care. Gwen wouldn't unlock any doors before Amy was finished, and moreover, Amy wanted Kate to see up close and personal what creature she'd made out of her teacher.

"What do you want?" Kate asked.

Amy strode up to Kate, stopping only two feet from the buxom schoolgirl. Her erect chest was heaving; her long maw was crackling. This would feel so good, and the nasty little schoolgirl would watch the real Amy rip and tear into the moonlight. Only one more second... Only one...

Amy began to quake again as another stage of her metamorphosis kicked in. She was hyperventilating, nearly snorting and huffing. She closed her eyes and made a guttural noise, one of tension and pain and expectation. Her face was throbbing, pressure building behind her nose, mouth, and brow. She reached down between her legs and started masturbating once more, sticking two, then three, then four fingers in her vagina, filling her human pussy up gleefully, smearing her mound with her girly lube and rubbing its musk into her dark pubic hair.

Gwen grabbed Amy's pants and patted the pockets. Nothing.

Amy was thrusting into herself, imagining the look on Kate's face. It would be glorious to see, to finally...

Gwen threw aside the khakis and dove for Amy's torn shirt. Maybe, just maybe...

There was a twitch of musculature, and an involuntary reflex in Amy's chest. She wasn't yet done fingering herself, but the wolf wouldn't wait for another climax. She had to pull out, to use her free arms to balance herself. Then she balled her fists, took a deep breath, threw her head back, and howled at the moon.

Her muzzle erupted with a massive crack of bone, and her face split open with a meaty rip, lips snapping, nose shredding, thin cheeks sliding backwards as her dark grey werewolf's muzzle jutted forth from her olive Latina face, maw open and singing, everything stretching and destroying. Her chin ripped open; her brow split, and slowly, shaking with release, the werewolf inside outgrew her skin and pushed out of her human head.

Kate was breathing rapidly, terrified, but holding her ground.

Amy shook her werewolf head, flaps of loose human face slapping and sliding away. Another crack signaled the end. The beast had shaped itself out of her flesh. She reached up, grabbed two fistfuls of her dark human hair, and yanked down. The rip shot up into her scalp, splitting her skin over her head to the back of her neck. Then it was yanked away, empty halves falling loose from her standing wolven ears, lupine maw and black nose to the sky, eyes opening as her howl died away.

She pulled down once more, peeling the last of human Amy's head off her inner werewolf, unveiling a much shorter mane of straight black hair, bangs and locks sticky and matted. She leveled her head, muzzle open, panting, and met Kate's gaze.

Kate was pale and still. She'd watched a woman's face burst open to let out a werewolf. She'd watched a woman peel back the skin on her skull. Amy was deeply, almost erotically satisfied by that laser-like attention. She reached down with her hands and petted her thick, aroused nipples. Kate's gaze followed.

Gwen grabbed something in Amy's old shirt pocket and pulled it out--a key marked with the room number.

Amy was started to tug on her thick nipples. They felt far too sensitive, far too erect not to play with. Her chest was throbbing. Her breasts had already expanded a bit, but now they were firming up. She could feel them gaining more shape, readying to expand one final time to their final, grand werewolf form. She wanted a pair just like the gigantic tits of the werewolf who'd sired her, impossibly well-shaped yet soft for their size, something no human could ever hope to achieve.

Amy felt, instinctively, that this wasn't an aimless infection--otherwise the world would be swarmed with wolves. It was a gift meant for her, something to free her. After handling these schoolgirls, she would seek out the werewolf that had admired her enough to turn her, and she would show the queer beast what new lesbian had been born from her bite.

Kate was frozen with fear, shaking, while Amy groped her ample chest, and Gwen got up and snuck towards the door.

Amy arched her back and closed her eyes, finally releasing her pleasant breasts from her stroking fingers. She reached down between her thighs with both hands, cupping her pussy mound and getting her palm in place to really grind on her clitoris. Then, settling in with a masturbatory rhythm, resuming her rise towards a final, vaginal orgasm, she felt her breasts swell.

She grimaced and panted alternately with every pulse of growth. It wasn't ever painful, but even as her tits swelled, her skin remained unchanged in volume, and slowly, very slowly, her cleavage was peeling away from the beast underneath. Her human nipples were sliding off the shape of the real nipples inside, becoming little more than discolored patches of skin sliding over her ballooning tits. She ground her cunt harder and harder, slipping a finger up her pussy every so often, then pulling it out to tease her inner lips.

It felt so good. God, transformation felt so goddamn good. How often did anyone receive a chance to become something so animal, so sexual? The girls were rightfully scared, but if only they knew--if only they could feel this--they might beg for it.

Her breasts were now nearly as large as her head, and her cleavage had fully vanished. Her real nipples were poking hard against the tightly stretched flesh.

Gwen got to the door and shoved the key into the knob lock.

Amy wasn't ready to cum yet, but her shewolf breasts were overflowing her humanity. She arched her back further, and the tear at the base of her neck began to rush down.

Gwen got the knob to turn, but when she grabbed it and shook, loudly, the door didn't move. She was confused--briefly--then noticed the deadbolt. She pulled the key out.

Amy opened her eyes and turned to face Gwen. No! There wasn't any time to waste. She turned towards the school girl, then snarled, grabbing the skin over her monstrous breasts with both hands, bunching up human flesh in her fists, claws sliding into the cleavage inside--then she ripped the skin on her chest open with a long, satisfying sound of shredding meat, unleashing two humongous, sopping wet furry breasts out of her overstretched hide and letting them unfurl in all their jiggling glory, erect black bare nipples throbbing with ecstasy.

The tear met at her throat. The skin loosened down her back, sliding off her shoulders. With one swipe of each claw, she ripped open her flesh sleeves and bared her upper body, letting her hide peel off her back and fall down over her hips. Her breasts were broad and perky, pushing together under their own weight. They were perfect, the twins of her creator's pair.

Gwen had glanced back when the ripping began, and now that the beast was only human in pussy and legs, she turned back to open the door. The key turned the deadbolt.

Amy barked, a guttural furious sound, then snarled and flexed everything. Across her body, her muscles bulged, expanding in a single pulse to their final, beastly shape. In seconds, she had acquired a monstrous, feminine strength. She stomped towards Gwen. If the little Asian girl wanted to leave so badly, she would be the first. Gwen turned, looking to Kate.

Amy was in front of her, maw open, teeth bared and snarling.

"Mrs. Primrose!" Gwen shouted.

Amy spoke in an inborn language suited to long lips and an animal tongue, and though Gwen didn't understand a word, Amy was glad to say it. "She is gone. She became me." She glanced down at her sopping, still aching human crotch. "There's only one part of Primrose left."

Gwen was shocked. There wasn't mere animal there. Intelligence persisted, however rarely it chose to speak.

Amy reached down with both hands again and felt her pussy mound. Her werewolf pussy was just underneath, ready to finally be unleashed. Once this was destroyed, her humanity would be gone forever. The monster would have every part of her, down to the heart of her sex, down to her very soul.

She rubbed quickly and welcomed the end of Mrs. Primrose.

There it was in Gwen's eyes. A spark of suspicion. Amy was enjoying this; it was something she wanted. It wasn't death. The creature hatching out of her teacher was her teacher--just no longer obliged to sit there in silence, yoked to her desk.

Gwen could see, however briefly, that a woman had awakened in front of her, discovered her sexuality, and was glad for it.

Amy sensed Gwen's curiosity, and that spark of interest--call it desire--was all she needed to ignite this feeling in her pussy into a final, scorching fire of lesbian lust. She rubbed faster and faster, feeling another howl boil up in her throat--then, as her human pussy swelled to threshold, her stiff little clitty retracted in, not just underneath the clitoral hood but under her human skin, becoming the heart of her inner pleasure, becoming the core of the werewolf's pussy as she began to cum.

She threw back her head, grabbed hold of her human labia, and pulled her human pussy lips apart with all her might. The howl erupted from her throat. Briefly, Gwen could see her black inner labia--then with one last meaty rip, Amy tore her human pussy in twain, feeling the lesbian werewolf within squirt with orgasmic rebirth. Her olive lips peeled back like curtains from her werewolf pussy--dark, swollen and crowned with a thick shewolf's bush of pubic hair. The tear reached to her sundered human asshole, letting her pull the torn flesh away from her inner thighs. Finally, her true pussy was bared to Gwen, still cumming, jetting liquid at Gwen's feet. As her howl died away, she ripped the skin up to her belly and pulled it off her legs, feeling her human skin finally rip away from her muscular thighs and slip off her body, until there was nothing left.

She dropped the empty human skin behind her, a pile of shredded, wet hide that'd split open to free her in body and mind. So ended Mrs. Primrose. So began Amy's new life. A werewolf had been born by the light of the full moon.

Gwen said nothing. Her eyes were locked on Amy's shewolf pussy.

Amy breathed deeply, letting the aftershocks roll through her loins and gently patting her werewolf clitty underneath her clitoral hood, enhancing the little twinges of orgasmic pleasure and feeling a last few drops of female ejaculate dribble onto her wet, furry thighs. She rubbed her fat camel toe, gently smearing her juice over her tender pussy lips.

Gwen spoke only when Amy's hand was pulled away. "Why?"

Amy reached out and snatched the schoolgirl by the shoulder.

"Kate!" Gwen shouted, yanking back but slamming hard into the shut door. Amy didn't let go. "Kate!"

The schoolgirl tried to squirm, to throw her little body around, but Amy was very fast. She yanked Gwen's arm out, leaned in, and bit Gwen on a deltoid, just below the shoulder on the outside of her arm. Cloth parted, her fangs sunk in. The amount of blood drawn was miniscule, but so soon after rebirth, Amy simply knew how potent she was. It would only take that much.

Gwen screamed like she'd been lacerated deeply.

Kate came in from behind and kicked Amy in the back. The hit was weak and had no weight behind it, being absorbed by Amy's new muscles easily, but Amy faded away as if she'd been struck painfully, covering that side with an arm, sweeping around to snarl, to assume an animal stance, coming down on all fours, heavy breasts hanging beneath her chest, tail up.

Gwen threw open the door and ran into the hall, still screaming. Kate took one glance at Amy, fearful and angry, and ran after her friend. Amy bayed after them, building up to a final, triumphant howl. Away from her, they ran, but they couldn't escape what had transpired here.

The newly hatched werewolf rose to her feet, a naked and powerful lesbian reborn, and she started after them. Before she left this place behind, before she sought the shewolf that had admired her from afar, she wanted to see if her instincts were true.

She wanted to see what sapphic secrets lurked inside little Gwen.
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Very nice. I look forward to reading more.
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Thus i don't like often werewolf skin Tf...This one was amazing.
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