The Transformation

My body was moving on its own, stretching and contorting into a more lupine shape as the change pulsed through me. I couldn't help but dig in my claws as the sensations all began to build. I'm still not used to the feeling of a tail wagging behind me, or hearing the yowls coming from my muzzle in place of cries and moans. As I draw closer to being nothing but an animal, the tension in my form builds and the fur creeps up my neck. At first, it was just a tingling sensation in my fingertips, a subtle itch that I couldn't scratch. But as the moments passed, the sensation grew, spreading through my arms and up my shoulders. My muscles ached and flexed, my bones shifting and reforming into something new. I tried to flex my fingers, but they were no longer fingers. They were paws, thick and padded, with claws that gleamed in the fading light. I stumbled, my vision blurring as my eyes changed, my pupils expanding to take in the world around me in a new way. The trees seemed taller, the grass more vibrant, and the air was filled with scents that I had never noticed before. I could smell the rabbit that had passed through here earlier, its trail leading off into the woods. My stomach growled, and I felt a pang of hunger that I couldn't ignore. As I struggled to come to terms with what was happening to me, my body continued to change. My hair shortened, and fur streaked into it, soft and thick. Fur crept up over my cheeks, and my nose flattened into a muzzle. My tongue, once flat and dexterous, now lolled out of my mouth, thick and pink. The yowls that escaped my muzzle were no longer human. They were the cries of a wolf, primal and raw. I felt a sense of terror mixed with exhilaration as I realized that I was losing myself to this transformation. I was no longer human; I was becoming something else. The instincts were pulling at my mind, primal urges that I couldn't ignore. I felt the call of the wild, the need to run and hunt and be free. The pleasure that came with each change was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but give in to it. As the transformation took hold, I felt myself passing the point of no return. I tried to hold back, to cling to my human mind, but it was too late. The rush, the sensations, all built to a crescendo until my body finally found release, sealing my fate as a wolf. Now, all that's left is for the final changes to overtake the last vestiges of my human mind. I can feel it happening, the last threads of my humanity unraveling. I'm not sure what I'll be when it's all over, or what the world will hold for me. All I know is that I'm no longer in control, and the wolf is taking over. As I stand here, trembling with the aftershocks of transformation, I feel a sense of uncertainty. What will I do first as a wolf? Will I hunt, or explore, or simply run? The world is full of possibilities, and I'm eager to discover what it means to be a wolf. But as I take my first steps into this new world, I realize that I'm not alone. There's something out there, watching me, waiting for me to make my move. And I'm not sure if I'm ready.