Pizza Rush (Patreon)

Contains Werewolves, muscle growth, male to female TG, pizza, and some other wild lewd stuff.

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Working for minimum wage always had unique ways to suck. Frank’s Pizza Land never tried to be an exception to this notion. In only a day, two of their three delivery drivers had called it quits. The manager, oddly not named Frank, handled this with the careful decisions of a man too stubborn to let UberEATS pick up the slack.

Janus would not have minded the sudden overtime in his hours, if they were actually being paid appropriately. Grumpy store owners instead encouraged earning tips by appealing for sympathy. Like that helped his case on top of delivery fees, taxes, and any other excuse companies could think up.

“Oy, useless!” A stack of three pizza boxes slammed on the counter to emphasize said grumpy bosses appearance. “Get off your lazy ass. We got another order for that wild girl.”

“Rachel?” Janus finished chewing the pizza in his mouth, not wanting to point out he just got back from eight deliveries and was on a legally mandated break. He even had to pay for the plain cheese slice that became dinner. “She’s been getting hungry lately.”

“Yeah, I know. This is her tenth pizza, so that gets the monthly special freebie. Make sure to highlight our gratitude for all the repeat business.”

“Can I at least finish my pizza first?”

“Sure. If you want to keep her waiting on cold pizza, you’ll be paying for all three too. Move!” The man slapped the boxes before walking off to end the conversation.

Janus quashed the effort to argue under several big pizza bites. With a mouth struggling to chew through cheesy dough, he placed the pizzas into a warming bag. He carried it and what remained of his food out to his car for finishing on the road.

This was his third delivery to Rachel’s place in a month. Using a GPS to find it had become more habit than necessity. She had become a bit of a regular ever since moving into a nearby apartment complex. Definitely a nice enough woman; middle-aged, fit, energetic. The exact type that never went for sic-fi nerds like Janus.

At least she was always nice to share a conversation during deliveries. He was looking forward to one that did not involve yelling over the number of pepper packets included with a pie.

* * *

Rachel had really screwed up this time. Months of trying to play it clean had completely backfired on her. All the old habits she had tried suppressing were boiling over. If she so much as relaxed little bits would pop to the surface leaving her closer to a full nuclear meltdown.

The fur on the back of her hands was not a great morning discovery, but she could shave it off.

Biting through her toothbrush was okay. Those were cheap to replace. As long as she did not smile no one should notice the giant sharp fangs.

Ripping her shirt trying to heft a bag of dog food at Costco had been embarrassing but uneventful. At least no one questioned her directly about the pronounced back muscles...covered brown hairs.

Rachel stopped pacing, finally feeling tired of nearly an hour circling her living room. Already the fresh shirt she bought was feeling tight around her neck and shoulders. A slight flex of one arm made her bicep stretch the sleeve with a rigid inflation. The bra underneath was equally uncomfortable, although that was because her breasts had swollen well past the support of a C-cup.

“Damn you,” she said, directing her curse out the window to a giant ball of light in the sky. Full Moons were like a direct challenge to her attempts at a normal life. Something about their warm glow fed a rush of strength into her instinctive urges, making them harder to hold back.

So a few tweaks had leaked through. That was not enough to stop Rachel’s resolve. She had gone clean for so long already, the inner drive would settle back down once she got under control.

Besides, a huge stash of pizza was already on its way. Good old-fashioned junk food always helped calm things down, especially the spicy triple meat. Shame about how the nearest place was overworking their only delivery boy to death.

Just the thought of seeing that cute guy sent Rachel’s body shuddering. She licked her lips, pondering how good it would be to taste his spicy…

“Aw, crap!”

How long was Rachel planning to stare at the moon? The hard pulse that sent her body writhing saved her from a rush of perverted fantasy thoughts. By the time she got any focus back, it could barely stop the damn from breaking. Ears twitched in their rapid migration towards the top of her head. Her butt thickened out with equal deposits of fat and muscle, putting a strain on her shorts as a fluffy brown crack pushed down the hem.

“Crap! Oh, crap!” Rachel’s hands clenched and opened, showing her nails growing black and curling into the makings of claws.

Doom filled Rachel while glancing over her reflection in the window. Brown fur had grown to encompass almost every visible part of her body, leaving clothes both tight and itchy. Large triangle ears rested in her mane of shaggy brown hair. Besides claws, her hands and feet also swelled slightly larger. Their plumped muscles left her digits a bit harder to flex, as if she were wearing thick gloves.

It was not the change itself that made Rachel worry. She was afraid of what comes after. Not one of those wild beasts in a killing frenzy, but hormones and instincts were not an ideal substitute. They melted a woman’s sense of restraint to the point she might as well be a different person. Her last move had been the combined result of neighbors unable to cope with Rachel’s true self, and several hospital bills for crushed pelvis casting.

Knock! Knock!

Pizza would pick the perfect time to show up too. Tossing the blinds closed, Rachel rushed through her piles of dirty laundry and amazon boxes. There had to be something she could use for a desperate covering.

That was why, after another knocking, she opened the door to great Janus in a flower print bathrobe. She gave the surprised man a smile, promptly sucking in lips to cover the flash of fangs. Most of her hair sat back under a reversed baseball cap that hopefully covered twitching canine ears.

“Uh…”

“H-hey there, Janus. Working the late shift again, I see.”

“Always, it seems. Sometimes I wish there was an owner named Frank to complain to.” They shared a laugh while Janus took a wad of bills from Rachel. Thankfully, he was too busy wondering why her robe was so pronounced around the chest to notice claws poking his fingers. Shrugging it off as perverted fatigue, he removed the boxes from his heat bag.

“Why...are there three?” Rachel said between heated breaths. A slight bit of drool trailed down one cheek at the scent of cheesy meats.

“Oh, the boss is rolling out a new special pizza and wanted you to have one free.” Janus passed the boxes into Rachel’s arms, flipping the top one open for her. “A thank you for all the orders you’ve been making lately.”

“I...I...I…” Rachel’s voice faded, taking in the sight before her.

Inside the thin square box sat an expected circle of cooked bread. Its toppings, however, seemed to comprise nothing but an inch layer of cheese. Scents of mozzarella and cream sauce burned at her nose, making its tip darken into a wetter patch of black skin. Clumps of feta decorated the surface in tiny clusters, able to resist the melting process, much unlike the discs of goat curds that had gained a brown burned crust.

Drool rained off Rachel’s lips, pupils stretching into the vertical slits of a hungry predator. Even with food right in her hands, it was too late for modesty’s sake. Just staring at this strange concoction gave Rachel’s inner urges a re-surging boost. Hands trembled as their fingers plumped, thick and round. It was just like staring at a...

“Full moon pizza, he calls it.” Janus felt a need to offer some break in the awkward silence. Never had a customer stared so intently at a pizza in his line of work. Seeing the usually bright and bubbly Rachel seize up could only mean some kind of repressed distaste with her delivery. 

Snapping a tense woman out of her thoughts suddenly felt like an awful idea when Rachel’s eyes jerked in his direction. Janus was not sure what trick she used to make her eyes glow, but it was effectively scary.

“I mean, it’s a lactose nightmare waiting to happen, I know. If...if you don’t want to tip this time I’ll let him know to get something with a bit more fiber?”

Years of working in customer service made Janus feel well trained to handle the worst of people. The long list of experiences he had accumulated included anything from being mugged to a pair of kids in a trench coat. He could only imagine what rush of complaints she was preparing to spew at him.

“AWWOOOOO!!!”

Okay, maybe he could not imagine what chaos animal instincts filled Rachel’s head. Even a faux moon was enough for the last barrier of resistance to crumble. Pizza boxes slipped from eerily hairy hands that remained outreached for Janus. Part of her felt embarrassed about how he recoiled against the far wall. She wanted to utter some kind of apology for the hell she was about to unleash. Instead, an explosion of power made her back muscles pop and stretch, sending her head rocking back in a feral howl celebrating her inner beast.

This should have been a signal to hightail it out, but company policy forbade Janus from leaving without payment. He remained stuck to the wall, watching Rachel’s face push out towards the ceiling, adding a more guttural vibe to her cry. Hair jostled about, becoming twice as thick, knocking the cap off her head so pointed ears could twitch freely.

Clicking from down the hall grabbed Janus’s attention to other tenants poking their heads out. It was less than comforting when they regarded Rachel’s wolf's face growing brown fur with looks of annoyance. With no regard for the pizza guy, their doors closed to grumblings of ‘damn freak’ and less civil things.

Such insults seemed beyond Rachel when she glanced back at Janus with a fully furred wolf’s face. Having to crane his neck a little suddenly made Janus aware of how much of the doorway her taller form was blocking. The bathrobe had gone from baggy to strained tight over curves that supermodels fantasize over. Especially the way its neckline strained over her chest with each labored breath.

“Wanna see something awesome?” Rachel said with a wink.

As if sensing where Janus’s mind had wandered, she used both hands to yank her bathrobe open. They had grown considerably in their own right; developing thick pad-like bumps on every finger tip and palm to resemble paws.

It was not the hands Janus was paying attention to. Not when Rachel was thrusting a pair of breasts the size of basketballs into his face. Like the rest of her body they had become encased in a fine pelt of forest brown fur, overflowing the cups of a laughably modest bra.

As if spurned by the reveal, they continued puffing larger in sync with Rachel’s deep huffs. By the time she tore off the stubborn lingerie, they were bouncing with the shape and buoyancy of furry beach balls. There was barely any hang to them against her ribcage, but when paw-hands reached up to knead them, their flesh squished with a density of marshmallows.

“Arf!” Rachel’s body gave a hard shudder which she used to shed off her robe. “H-hope you don’t mind...nngh...I get myself into my...n-nightwear. Mmmh! Woof!”

Janus met her gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. He peeled himself from the wall, maintaining a maximum distance from this wild woman transforming against her doorway. Fear still dominated his smell, but there lingered a bit of curiosity and spicy sausage.

No, wait, was that arousal?

Rachel ignored the tense popping of her shoulders getting buffer and glanced down. Slit golden eyes caught a bulge tenting Janus’s jeans, driving her nose into a flurry of excited sniffs. Muscles above her expanding backside began spasming in leu of a budding tail wag. People usually run away screaming, or curl up into a little ball muttering by now. Rarely had anyone ever stayed, much less liked it.

It was adorable when Janus realized where she was staring and tried to obscure the view with his hot bag.

“Rwar! If you liked that, I bet you’ll want to see this,” she teased, slowly turning a full circle to show off all the muscles sculpting her fur from shoulder to knees. 

While her chest may have stolen the show, the rest of Rachel’s body had not slouched. Abdominal muscles boiled up into a grate of eight solid blocks ready to fry bacon on. Limbs looked thick enough she would probably break trees trying to lift them. Judging by how she had to hunch in the doorway, Janus guessed her to be at least nine feet tall. And that was not counting how her feet inflated into enormous wolf's paws that forced her to walk on tip-toes.

Amazon would have been a perfect way to describe Rachel’s change for the stunned delivery boy. Especially when she hunched over to present her ass to him. Despite the onset of thick muscles, her hips and rear still jutted out with even richer deposits of womanly fat curves. So much so that her worn shorts exploded off at the seams, flashing a booty in a very thick mat of fur. The slight mound between her muscular thighs glistened with the warm moisture of raw instinct.

“Yip!” Rachel gave a sharp bark as if struck. With a hard hip bounce, the base of her spine erupted in a flurry of new vertebrae, muscles, and the densest patch of fur outside her hair. Within seconds a thick wolf's tail swished happily across the jiggling glutes of her butt, beckoning Janus for a closer look. “Mmmm, yeah! Arf arf! Thanks… for the pizza, Janus, hun.”

“Um..bah...wow.” Janus collected himself, which was hard when the freshly changed werewolf straightened out of her hunched, lewd position. She stepped out of the tiny apartment door with surprisingly practiced grace to cast a long shadow over him. “So you’re, um, a werewolf, huh? I never would have...t-that’s pretty cool.”

Rachel tried to keep a straight muzzle, but frantic tail thumping against the doorframe betrayed her. “You...really think so?”

“Oh, oh yes! You look so fuzzy and...um...huge?” Janus said as he nervously scooted along the wall, towards the nearest exit. “But I have other deliveries to make. If you don’t want to pay in boobs, BILLS, if you don’t have any bills we can charge your card back at the restaurant.”

Now it was impossible for Rachel to hold back a grin. Many sharp white teeth glinted as she moved in pace with Janus’s steps, mindful not to squash her pizzas between fanned plump wolf toes. Granted Rachels bulky form made things so tight attempts to hang boobs in front of Janus almost buried the man’s face in cleavage.

An accident that made Janus both afraid and allured.

“Why hurry back to that jerk of a manager? If you like this version of me so much we can cuddle on the couch to a bad movie.” Rachel’s enormous hand cupped the space between Janus’s legs. He gave a small gasp as she rubbed a thick palm-pad against the man’s bulge, delighted to find it swelling bigger from the stimulation. “Or I don’t mind you paying with my girls. You can pet me all you like. Woof.”

“N-no thanks! Lots of sexy, I mean, angry people to deliver to and-ouch! See you next time, Rachel! Love the fur though!”

“Eek!” Rachel recoiled at how violently Janus bolted out of her grasp. It was only by some miracle the claws of her thick fingers only racked his inner thighs and not more sensitive bits. Before she could even get depressed another person rejected her ‘other half’ the scent of blood itched at her nose. One look at the red stains on her claws gave a horrifying realization. “Shit! Janus!? Hey! Wait up! You probably want to put disinfectant on your leg before…”

The stairwell door slammed closed, leaving Rachel alone in the hallway. A rather typical scenario for her nights, but maybe this would have a welcoming twist. She took a moment to deposit the pizzas into her apartment before sashaying towards the stairs after her delivery boy. They were both likely to be starving in a little while.

* * *

Janus exploded out the stairwell exit, tripping over himself into the parking lot. It must have been some divine intervention for him to make it to his car alive. Most horror movies axed off the useless extra for a quick bloody fan service.

Getting the door unlocked and opened filled him with some sense of hope that might not be the case. Tossing his heat bag in the backseat, Janus flopped in to examine his leg. A series of gashes tore through the cheap denim, stained in blood from cuts underneath. Their searing pain was the only thing that convinced him the last ten minutes were not some kind of insomnia delusion. Rachel really became a werewolf with a sick set of claws.

“How the hell did werewolves exist?” He pondered while taking a napkin or two against his wound. Rachel showed a few quirks between deliveries, but to just blow up all huge and fluffy like that was...kind of hot, he had to admit. The internet itself could not have come up with such amazing proportions. “Ow!”

A shock of pain caused Janus to wince away from the wound. The rubbing of his napkin against bushels of hair were tugging on the cut in ways that almost reopened them.

“Wait…” Janus pried open the holes in his pant leg. Dim car light allowed him a better look at the dense fibers around his cuts. More rapidly grew as he watched, soon covering any semblance of injury under a patch of shaggy blond fur. Not that it wanted to stop there and began spreading in a wave that encompassed his whole thigh before moving down his leg.

It would only occur to him now that werewolves are a very infectious lot.

“Hnngh!”

Grasping both hands onto his thigh could not stop it inflating with more power than one nerdy man could ever dream. Denim rippled along the length of his shin as tendons strengthened and muscles bulged through openings. Just trying to raise the limb for a better view caused the seams along both sides to burst. Large tufts of gold fur rushed into view atop a huge limb.

Another tear made Janus’s jaw drop. The front of his sneakers puffed like some synthetic balloon before the pressure split it from the sole. Four rounded toes rushed out in a spread like a spade, each tipped in thick pads and sharp black claws. An arching in his heels tore what remained of his shoe from what resembled a giant wolf’s paw.

“Oh...oooh… Ah ah arf!?”

Fur seeped from Janus’s reformed thigh across the rest of his body, bringing an annoying itch with it. Soon as it touched his groin, he felt a sharp twitch that elicited an uncomfortably animal sounding bark. Both hands cupped the area, feeling his unmentionables twitch in unnatural ways. All at once the tight denim pushed back.

It was not like the usual stiff sense of arousal Janus had been suffering until now. If anything, it seemed to invert into a warmth filling out his insides. As the pants button and zipper busted open, he could no longer feel any male gender definition in his underpants, only a round bulge of smooth fur the size of a basketball. The warmth dug even deeper into his hips, reformatting organs into a new purpose that soon left a moist spot on his briefs.

“Ngggghhh!!” Janus felt his groin open into a sensitive slit and caught the whiff of female arousal escaping her loins. The concept of what just happened in her pants alone was fairly brain melting. “W-what the heck is happening to me?”

The car rocked violently thanks to a heavy weight landing upon it. Janus was almost jettisoned out of the front seat with only her grip on the wheel preventing an asphalt face planting. That still happened when she looked up at the new visitor, gave several panicked barks, and tried to run on uneven transformed legs.

“I love when people ask that line in movies. It’s like a requirement for sexy transformations.” Rachel giggled, enjoying the view of Janus laying flat on their belly below her. The full werewolf had perched atop the car with hunches lowered and front paws between them. A classic pouncing pose right out of some super villain comic, complete with dank parking lot lighting to highlight her glowing eyes.

“Huu huu! Y-you mean…” Janus tried to get up, but most of her lower muscles refused to listen. Practically all of them were twitching as they grew stronger on tightening sinew. Sharp protrusions and soft curves boiled through the cotton of her tightening shirt. A collapsing of her waist followed by a hardening of stomach muscles also made it difficult to breathe. “You mean, I’m becoming a… arrgh.”

“No, I’d say you’re becoming a werewolf. Arrgh are a lot less soft looking.” Rachel laughed harder at the look Janus shot her over bulking shoulders. She hopped off the car, ignoring metal snapping noises that probably signaled the need for new axles. “Speaking of which, let me help you with that.”

“Wha-h-hey! Personal space? Dude!?”

Also, ignoring the embarrassed protests, Rachel carefully used her claws to help relieve Janus of her remaining pants. Seeing that blond furred butt fall free brought forth an urge to howl that Rachel barely suppressed. Instead, she settled on stroking her hand paws along the presented backside. It felt as silky as it looked, a genuine gold treasure.

“Ooh! Oooh! Awwoo!” Janus gasped when Rachel’s cold wolf's nose found its way between her misshapen legs. Her own extending face sunk between crossed furry arms trying to muzzle a mix of groans and howls. Hips instinctively rose into the air to meet Rachel’s snout. A task that was a lot easier once muscles swelled in a wave down her other leg, evening them out with an explosion of thick paw-toes from her one remaining sneaker.

Rachel was much more fond of the ass expanding into her face. Paw-hands stroked Janus’s pelvis, encouraging it to billow out with squishy fat. The fact it was more plump than her own just fed a need for the squirming wolf under her. She already marked them by accident, seemed fair to make their first change a bit more enjoyable.

“Hmmm?” Even after Janus became a wolfess from the waist down, something was still missing. Rachel migrated a paw to the pit just between their cheeks, poking at it with a claw.

“W-what are you...aaah!” Janus bit her lip even as teeth became sharp fangs. With one sharp jab, a thick fluffy tail whipped out of her lower back while her face popped forward into a full wolf’s snout. Ears were already twitching as pointed pyramids of fluff through her thickening blond hair.

“Much better!” Rachel declared, giving Janus’s smoldering girl bits a little lick.

“Yeep! O-okay, that’s enough!” Janus tried rolling over to stand, but that was a problem with paws. She would have just as much luck suddenly knowing how to walk on stilts. “What’s going, awwoo!?”

Also, Rachel promptly shoved her back on her fat fluffy butt. Whatever protests Janus wanted to make were lost when the brown wolf’s face found its way back between her golden thighs.

“D-dude! Wait, I...mmmhhh! Arf!” The golden wolfess laid back against the concrete parking lot, arching her back from a sharp stab of Rachel’s tongue. It had found a very sensitive nub and was trying to lick it off like some sweet candy. Heat radiated from her loins through the rest of her insides, most of which drifted up into her chest.

The damn shirt was getting too tight. Janus clenched onto the center of her ribcage, getting a rush of satisfaction to rend the Frank’s Pizza logo off her muscular furry torso.

Such tearing noises perked Rachel’s ears, though she never ceased basting Janus’s pussy as she looked up. Janus placed clawed, if still slender, hands atop her ridged pecs. The muscles underneath were giving hard flexes in time to her gentle kneading until a thicker layer of fat covered them out of sight. 

Almost like an assembly line, Rachel tweaked at the fellow wolf’s fresh slit, Janus would spasm with a cute feminine bark, and her chest would inflate a little thicker into her eager palms. Rachel became too fascinated by this inflation process to stop, which was just fine for Janus. She thrived in the resulting rush of pleasure sparking across her hulkier form. Even as the mounds became so full they were spilling off the sides of her ribcage, she continued to grope and play with them. It only became slightly less fun when Janus’s hands puffed into thick meaty paws, losing space between fingers for flesh to bulge through.

“Hrrk!” Rachel gulped when one last plunge of her tongue suddenly found Janus’s inner muscles clenching around it. With some effort, she plucked it out, only to get a squirt of juices as Janus came.

“Ah! Ah! AWWWOOOOOO!!!”

The golden wolf hugged her beach ball breasts, declaring her acceptance of them with a bestial cry. Despite being on such a rough pavement ground her body shook with several hard contractions, spraying much of her favorite customers face in hot female musk.

Not that Rachel really minded. Getting a wolf to relish their new self was a joy. But then her ears perked, following the sounds of kicks as she spotted several lights come on in apartment windows. No doubt the entire complex must have heard that one.

“Oh, geez! That was...um…” Janus gasped upon regaining her breath. With some effort she sat up, only to yelp when her tits slapped together with an audible clap. Eyes gained a thousand-mile stare, watching the rich cleavage wobble almost without end. Janus had really taken the ability to see the ground for granted. “This is...something. Are big jugs a common thing among werewolves?”

“You better believe it! Not that I’ve ever see one flip genders during change. That means you must be extra pervy on the inside.” Rachel crawled up to rest her chin between the golden cleavage, gazing up at Janus with a childish grin. It would have been a lot more effective if her facial fur didn’t sparkle with cum juice. “So you don’t mind it?”

Janus maintained a pouty face as her hands cupped the massive breasts against her fellow wolf’s snout. “Well...I guess it’s okay.”

“Hmmph!” Rachel rocked back, shoving both paws into Janus’ rack.

“Yip!” The golden wolf blushed as Rachel's strength sent her sliding a few inches along the grainy pavement. It took a while, paw clenching to stop her chest cargo from jiggling. “What? If...If I admit anything else I end up sounding like a massive perv.”

“Oh?” Rachel laid her own paws atop Janus’s meaty thighs. Light claw tips traced along the fur, making that sour blond face turn hot as they closed in on her wet crotch. “Aren’t you now? Maybe I need to work a bit harder?”

“Um...heh…” Janus struggled, but her encroaching fingers made an excellent point. As she watched Rachel squish their breasts together with lips drawing pucker for a kiss, the gold werewolf could not help edging forward to receive some affection. She got a lot more from this delivery than years of wasted gas money.

“AHEM!?”

An angry cough rocked both werewolves out of their horny daze. Rachel even recoiled several feet to rest on her hunches like a trained dog, ears folded back in shame. Janus looked at her, surprised by the domesticated action until she followed their gaze to the nearby police officer looming over them.

“Um, hey there.” Janus gave a weak wave with one paw-hand. She rolled to stand, but something about being in the presence of authority compelled her to assume the same position of a submissive animal. “W-what seems to be the problem, officer?”

The man, meanwhile, had already pulled out a notebook and pen. The latter of which he used to point towards a pillar with a slightly dented red sign on it.

DON’T AWOO!

$300 PENALTY!

Both werewolves looked to the sign, at each other, to the police officer, and finally back to the sign. Rachel had lived here for months and never noticed that little gem before. Considering natural forests were only a few blocks away, she guessed that made sense.

A sharp tearing made Janus’s ears perk. Before she could look, a thin slip of paper settled across the top of her ample boobs. It did not take a genius to recognize the pink coloring of a violation ticket. Another tear and a second slip drifted on top of Rachel’s bushy brown mane.

“And put some pants on, ya damn furries,” the officer spat on the way back to his vehicle.