The Werewolf App 2.0 (Patreon)

The apartment door swung open. Its doorknob banged against the side wall in a manner that would have left a dent were it not for the small rubbery pad strategically positioned on the wall. Samantha half-staggered into the dim interior of her studio apartment cradling a pair of brown paper grocery bags in both arms, a heavy key ring dangling from her right middle and index fingers. She nudged the door shut with her shoulder and flipped a switch on the wall with her ring finger. A bright light suffused the room. 

The shapely young blonde hurried into her small kitchen. She hastily put the two bags down on the counter, propping them against the back wall so they wouldn't tip, and then scurried down the hall. A few minutes later the sound of a flushing toilet filled the apartment.  

Samantha emerged from her bathroom with a relieved sigh. She stretched her lithe arms over her head. 

"Alright!" she said, beaming. "Been waiting for this all day."

She dug into her jeans pockets and, after some tugging, produced a thin phone with a pink case festooned with sparkling stickers. She swiped her finger across the screen and then tapped on an icon - a silhouette of a howling wolf set against a full moon.

"Wait, wait," she said, shaking her head. "First, groceries."

Samantha returned to the kitchen and started unpacking her bags. She transferred frozen items to her freezer, perishables to her refrigerator and a selection of dry goods to her cabinet. More than once she dropped or nearly dropped an item - nothing fragile, thankfully - in her distracted haste. Once everything had been put away she crumpled up the paper bags and tossed them in the near-overflowing trash bin in the corner of the kitchen. 

"Okay, NOW I'm ready," she said almost giddily, lifting her phone.

Suddenly, she groaned and slapped her head. "That was almost my fourth pair of pants..." she murmured. 

Samantha walked into her living room, set her phone on the couch armrest and started stripping out of her clothes. First she removed her short black jacket. Then she pulled her silky white blouse over her head. She tossed both items onto the couch. She paused to adjust the cups of her modest (but not insignificant) blue satin bra before realizing the pointlessness of the endeavor. She reached back to unhook the straps. The bra was soon lying on the couch along with her blouse and jacket. Samantha sat, untied and kicked off her shoes, yanked off her socks, unbuckled her belt and wriggled out of her tight blue jeans. She stood and shivered slightly at the sensation of the cool apartment air on her pale pink flesh but pressed on, slipping and stepping out of her panties. 

Now completely naked, she retrieved her cell phone.

"It's time for a little not-me time," she quipped, chuckling.

After re-opening the app she scanned a list of options arrayed before her.

"Mmm...I'm thinking blonde again," she muttered to herself. "Classic therianthrope...slow down the process a bit..." She selected each option with practiced ease. Once satisfied, she tapped a large 'Begin' button at the bottom of the screen. She then tossed her phone onto the couch and stood there, waiting. 

Seconds ticked by.

"Jeez, this thing is slow today," said Samantha, glancing back at her phone. "Come on, I don't have d-"

A familiar tingle ran along her arms and hands. Hair sprouted from her formerly bare forearms. The hair rapidly thickened to a coat of golden fur which started spreading across her body. The arm itself grew as muscles expanded beneath her burgeoning pelt. 

"There we go!" exclaimed Samantha gleefully, gazing down at her limbs.

Her once dainty hands swelled and stretched as though they were clay molded by unseen forces. Her digits thickened and lengthened, her red fingernails narrowing into sharp white claws. Leathery pads appeared on her palms. Samantha raised her hands and wiggled her enormous fingers in the air, chuckling. She was a thin, attractive young woman with gigantic furry wolf arms and paws wider than her head. 

Samantha twitched and squatted slightly as a sharp yet painless sensation shot down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a bushy lupine tail pushing its way out just above her buttocks. 

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff," she muttered, shivering. She bit her lower lip.

The doorbell rang.

Samantha yelped and then moaned as the fur started spreading down her lower body. She hurried over to the front door.

"H-Hello?" she called hoarsely. She swore she could feel her jaw swelling as she spoke.

"Hey there," intoned a deep male voice. "I'm here for the broken shower."

"Shit," hissed Samantha. She gasped as her now hairy chest cracked and expanded a few inches. "C-Can we reschedule," she croaked. "This...isn't a good time."

There was a pause.

"Uh, I suppose," responded the repairman. "But, uh, my next available day is a week and a half from now. At the earliest."

"Hrrrrrrrrrr...can you, like, just give me fifteen minutes?" growled Samantha as her canine teeth lengthened.

"Ah...sorry miss, I kinda have a busy schedule today," said the repairman, his voice betraying a modicum of irritation. "Look, I'm here at the agreed upon time. Do you want your shower fixed or not?"

Samantha lurched forward as her abdominal muscles suddenly tightened and then expanded to nearly twice their former size. She steadied herself against the door with her paw-like hands, gasping for breath. Her entire body was now covered in a fluffy yellow coat of fur. She had gained a foot in height and was still growing.

"Fine, fine," said Samantha, wincing at her changing voice. "I'll leave the door open but uh, I gotta use the bathroom so just come in and.... No! Hold on," she said as she realized a very obvious flaw with her plan. "I'll uh, be in the bedroom, yeah, the bedroom. Just come in and do your thing."

With that she whirled around, limped out of the living room and into the hall. Her pointy ears twitched as they picked up the sound of her front door opening. Upon reaching her bedroom Samantha gripped the door with an oversized paw, threw it open and stumbled inside. She shut the door behind her and crumpled to the floor.

"Uh...I guess I'll get to work, then," called the repairman.

Samantha writhed about the carpet as she changed. Her upper body rapidly packed on muscle, her biceps, triceps, deltoids and pectorals swelling like inflating balloons. Her breasts, formally obscured by fur and sinew, suddenly began expanding as well. They climbed the alphabet in size - B-cup, C-cup, D-cup...and even bigger. Her legs trembled and then jerked spastically as bones snapped, grew and reoriented themselves. Her heels migrated up her legs while her arches stretched. Thick leathery pads formed on her soles. Soon her feet resembled more those of a wolf than a human. 

Samantha grit her teeth, lost in a delirium of pleasure and pain as her metamorphosis neared its conclusion. A loud snap filled the bedroom as her nose flatted, darkened and then jutted outwards in tandem with her jaw. Her forehead, indeed, her entire skull stretched as her muzzle formed. Samantha's blue eyes flashed with an inner light as she experienced one, final body-wide spasm. Her paws flew to her mouth just in time to muffle a howl that rose uncontrollably from her lungs. 

A few seconds passed. Then, Samantha stirred. She gripped the side of her bed, being careful not to rend or pierce the fabric with her claws, and rose drunkenly to her feet. A certain, rather prominent portion of her anatomy jiggled as she stood. 

"Congratulations," muttered Samantha to herself, rolling her eyes. "You are now a werewolf."

Her leathery nose twitched. Her ears flicked back and forth in the air. She could just make out the sound of metal grinding against metal in the direction of her bathroom. She relaxed somewhat. 

"That was close," she sighed, her voice now a rich contralto. She rolled her massive shoulders and cracked her neck. "Stupid repairman," she muttered. 

She glanced down at her wobbling chest. 

"Maybe I should dial back on that option next time," she said, blushing beneath her fur. "Okay, time to change back and..." She trailed off, a blank look on her lupine face.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "My phone." 

She took a single, hesitant step towards the door.

"If he sees me it'll violate the terms of the app," she whispered fearfully, ears flattened. "No more after work werewolf fun times. No more scaring that little brat over in 3B. No more extra cash modeling for that weird furry website. Gotta be careful."

Steeling herself, Samantha gripped the doorknob with her massive paw, carefully twisted it and nudged her bedroom door open a crack. She peered down the hall with one eye. The bathroom door was shut. Heartened, Samantha pushed the door open a few feet, ducked under the doorframe and slipped out. The floor creaked under her ponderous weight as she walked. 

Upon reaching the living room she quickly scooped her phone off the couch. She paused momentarily to gaze down at her garments (and undergarments) scattered about the floor and couch.

"Ugh, I don't even want to think about what went though that guy's head when he saw all this," said Samantha, shuddering. She swiped her phone with a pinky digit. A few seconds later, the screen lit up.

The battery life was at 3%.

"No, no, no!" cried Samantha. "I swore I had at least 10% when I last checked." She furiously tapped the app icon but to her horror and frustration a window appeared warning her to charge her phone. "I know, I know," snarled Samantha, tapping the 'OK' button. She tapped the app icon again. 

It started loading. 

"Come on," urged Samantha.

Suddenly, the screen went dark. Almost simultaneously, Samantha heard the bathroom door open.

"Miss?"

Samantha yelped and dropped the phone. With a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach, she slowly turned towards the voice, absently crossing her legs and covering her bosom with her paws. Then, her jaw dropped.

A brawny, eight-foot tall brown-furred werewolf was standing (slightly hunched) in the hallway. He wore an oversized red plaid shirt, broad red cap and a pair of worn blue jeans that looked as though they had been custom made to accommodate his lupine physique. He held a wrench in his right paw.

The werewolf smiled brightly at Samantha.

"Oh! You have the app too!" he said happily. 

There was a long, awkward pause.

"Uh, miss?"

"...Y-Yeah?"

"There are options for transforming your clothes, y'know."