Werewednesday #5: An American Werewolf at the Concession Stand (Patreon)

(contains female werewolf TF, minor cases of macro, breast and butt growth, and muscles)

Cameo by Max-o-zuma's oc.

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They told Dianna she needed to curb her temper. She told them customers only get what they earn from her. If some dumb blue moose wanted to knock over displays, they’re going to deserve a good shakedown.

For some reason, the fluffy feridae still had a job after clocking out of Target that afternoon. Dianna would love to think it was because she had the strength to move four pallets in an hour, but the reality was the high employee turnover rate. Finding someone that stuck with such rough overworking conditions longer than a month was rare, more so with someone that could do tasks fast and efficiently. Her trick was being more valuable than any problems that surfaced.

Dianna considered it a blessing and curse that she was that outstanding. Being from a magical race, she came off looking like a hybrid of a maned wolf and rabbit; possessing their strength and energy, respectively. Only small black horns poking out in front of her long pointed ears hinted at being anything other than a typical anthro.

The more she thought about it, the less Dianna wanted to head straight home. Going to the gym for a few hard reps didn’t hold much appeal at this moment either. She climbed into her car feeling like this day went a tad more awful than most. It needed a distraction before dinner to lighten things up. After buckling up, she glanced out the front window, ears perking at the AMC building peeking out from a mini-mall down the street.

Christ, Dianna couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a movie in its theater run. Long random work shifts might have some blame, but they were getting really expensive to justify a trip. Not that it helped Hollywoo kept playing it ‘safe’ with nostalgic shlock and reboots. Even so, for the sake of a little indulgence, she rolled out of the parking lot on a set course. It might be worth at least checking out the current releases before deciding.

Yup. Nothing but a list of shlock remakes. This was worth the two minutes of gas. Dianna could have a better experience watching the originals at home with a pack of beer. Her black nose flared in an angry snort, ready to leave when her water blue eyes caught the very bottom listing.

“An Awoo Odyssey?” Dianna asked the ticket vendor, a very bored looking duck woman. “What is that supposed to be about?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” the vendor replied, not even glancing from her newspaper. “Apparently it’s an independent film that got really long. Everyone that’s seen it retells a completely different idea of the plot. I’d swear even the director had no idea what they were doing.”

Dianna scratched her chin fur, contemplating the title for a moment. “Eh, sounds like a time killer. One, please.”

“Suit yourself!”

The ticket was printed out and passed along to Dianna without further conversation. That was fine. She was ready to plop her butt in a chair for a few hours of breathing room. Rediscovering the prices of concessions, however, killed what little enthusiasm for the show she could muster. With a lot more deliberation, she ultimately settled on some nachos and soda for the price of a full meal anywhere else.

Most of the meager nourishment was consumed before Dianna even got into the theater. It only now struck just how hungry work stress left her, forcing a return trip for a pair of hot dogs. Getting inside revealed a lack of anyone else interested in what this Awoo movie had to offer. Unsurprising turn out for a mid-week afternoon showing, anyway. Perfect chance to get a good seat in the middle of the upper rows.

Dianna didn’t bother turning off her phone when the lights dimmed. If there wasn’t a single sole to annoy with her current game of Candy Crush, then she preferred it over a half hour of commercials and previews. They all passed by in a blur of flashy lights and dubstep before too long.

In fact, it took a bit for Dianna to notice a deafening silence in the dark theater. A quick look to the screen showed a lot of nothing. Did they forget to start the movie or...?

“Oh!” she gasped softly, eyes blinded by the sudden cut to a full moon over a forested area. At least she assumed that was the shot, since tree branches swayed about in an upward perspective. Dianna turned off her phone on reflex to give the movie her undivided attention.

Three minutes later, her temper flared. Nothing had changed outside the same still shot of the moon. Only wind and insect noise gave any sign a movie was even running. No wonder this was an independent production. No sane studio would put their money behind endless nothing.

Seven minutes of staring gave Dianna half a mind to pull out her phone again. Yet her hands remained gently on her chair’s armrests. Despite being angry about it, she was having a hard time looking away. They had already invested too much time in this hack of a showing. An eager anticipation rose in opposition of leaving, eager to see when or if something happened.

The two conflicting thoughts became so distracting Dianna lost track of everything. Her eyes only blinked occasionally, taking in the full moonlight projected off the screen. As the minutes ticked by, their dazzling blue irises darkened to deep blood red, reflecting a crimson glow easily spotted in the dark theater.

“Hngh? Thank god something’s going on.”

The scene changed so abruptly Dianna’s body shuddered out of her entangled thoughts. Arms raised up, stretching out fingers towards the ceiling, legs straightening out against the chair in front of her. Almost twelve minutes of staring at a moon left her body stiff and a bit sore. Today’s unloading shift must have been a bit more taxing than it felt.

Any excitement that this dumb movie was finally starting became short-lived. The shot changed to a panning view of an actual forest, and then another, and yet more views of trees and clearings. It wouldn’t have been so bad if each one didn’t take five agonizing minutes to complete.

“Oh, come on!” Dianna barked when all that waiting brought another long shot of a full moon. At least it was at a different angle, with light reflecting off the surface of a pond under it. She slumped back into her seat, fuming over how freaking long they planned to hold it this time.

Too damn long! Dianna was far from wanting a staring contest with the moon, even if that’s exactly what she ended up doing. All the annoyance at this poorly paced nonsense coupled with an expensive ticket couldn’t get her butt off that seat.

Although it didn’t stop the feridae’s rear from expanding across its cushion. Somehow the moon’s enticing glow kept Dianna from noticing how her body inched along the velvet seat cover, becoming both taller and thicker with the passing minutes. Her back popped with widening beef while it rose over the seat head. A large gap formed between work pants and shirt showing off a midriff becoming firm with abdominal muscles.

Dianna still didn’t budge when her widening hips squeezed around the armrests of her seat. They tried creaking in protest, unable to support more than her elbows at their absurd length. Trying to keep legs tucked in became even worse. Despite bending her knees completely, they continued to push over the row in front of her. Maybe it was a good thing no one else wanted to see this movie. A fifteen foot giant squatting across three chairs might have been intimidating to sit around.

“Grrrwarg! Movie is putting it generously,” Dianna mumbled to herself after another seventeen minutes of moon watching. The subtle flapping of her muzzle allowed projector light to flash off the surface of fangs larger and sharper than the ones she came in with.

To the movie’s credit, the next cut showed something of substance; a pack of wolves idling around a lake. That still wasn’t the most amazing thing to watch for another grueling eight minutes. At least it was something animate. Dianna even had a fondness for wolves. They helped distract her from the various discomforts going on.

Dianna’s hair itched around the base of her growing horns. The black bones rose long enough to rival her flicking ears, becoming jagged along the edges. Hands ideally pulled on her pants and shirt, unable to shake their tight pinching. Stubborn fabric hugged every curve of her enormous buff figure. Most of her shirt’s buttons pulled pucker thanks to the swelling in her breasts. Soft flesh coated in rich snowy fur bulged eagerly through the small openings, unwilling to stay contained.

Of course, the eventual next cut went straight back to another shot of the moon. This series felt like some guys ran around a national park all night for the sake of running out their camera batteries. Dianna found herself unable to even get angry by now. She propped her legs over the two rows in front of her and chugged what soda remained, settling in for yet more star gazing. Christ, it might have been cheaper to buy a telescope and do it live.

The rapid tears across Dianna’s clothing sounded so soft she confused them for the forest ambience on screen. Even with both legs propped up into view her eyes failed to notice the warped distortion of her sneakers. Glowing red eyes cared for nothing but that lustrous white space rock this movie’s director obsessed over. When the ends finally exploded from a pair of enormous paws, the only reaction their emergence got was a relieved sigh out of an extending muzzle. The once petite black nose tripled in size riding atop her bridge, becoming sensitive to the smells of stale food permeating the theater. Meaty round toes flexed out a chorus of cramped pops as they shook off what remained of Dianna’s shoes.

The destruction of Dianna’s clothes turned into a less glorious series of tears in her slow, steady growth. Pants tore along the sides as her legs continued hanging over rows of chairs in front of her. A rapid thickening in her ass snapped pants and underwear off. Buttons flew off her shirt, scattering to the floor below, letting free a pair of white breasts big enough to smash a car hood. Muscles bubbled up from under her flesh so dense they didn’t need to flex to rip apart the sleeves keeping what cover remained on her body.

CRUNCH!

“ARF!? W-what the hell?” While the air conditioning on her now naked, twenty-foot form did nothing, having the six chairs supporting her backside give out broke Dianna from her trance in a painful fashion. She stood up, intending to rage at an employee for shoddy equipment, only to find her view of the theater a bit high. In fact, it was strange they suddenly turned the light back on with a reddish tinge. “What’s up with this theater? It’s got doll sized seats I can’t even put my feet on. Wait, were my feet always this big and...clawed? Where are my shoes?”

Ka-FLOOF!!

A sharp pain ran through Dianna’s butt, focusing on the small bit of spine that made up her petite tail. It stiffened under a tight pressure, building into a sudden pop. She stood ridged for a moment, unable to comprehend the odd sensation until a rapid brushing across her bare rear caused her to twist for a look. In that half second, her once adorable wad of fluff grew out into a massive tail thick with silky fur that remained copper on top and snow white underneath. “...what the actual fuck?!”

AAWWWOOOOOOO!

“Arrgh!” Dianna whirled back at the screen, finding it showed yet more wolves. While the reason was not obvious, a standard for this movie, the canine trio began arching their heads back in the majestic song of their people. It was like the deep vibrating yells snapped something in her brain, grasping some instinct alien to feridae. Even knowing the image before her was fake didn’t stop the changed wolfess from reeling back in response. “Awwoooo!”

“Hey! Down in front!”

Dianna blinked several times, her crimson eyes setting their glowing gaze upon the theater’s top row. Apparently some kind of blue squirrel and a tiger in a top hat decided this movie was a perfect way to kill brain cells too. While the tiger gawked up at her at a complete loss, the squirrel was the one shouting demands. His gaze remained indigent while unable to stop gorging on popcorn out of a big bucket.

“Um, excuse you!?” Dianna huffed, crossing arms over her breasts while trying to adjust her much bigger tail around her crotch. “I kind of just turned huge and naked here. Not sure how you expect me to get out of the way.”

“Not my problem!” the squirrel grumbled with a spray of chewed kernels. “You’ve been blocking all the good parts since we got here. Not to insult your dump truck butt here, but if I wanted to see that kind of full moon we’d have just grown Max and saved us ticket prices.”

“What!?” screamed the tiger, regarding his squirrel friend with alarm.

“Ah, screw you! This movie’s plot makes no damn sense, anyway.” Dianna half stomped, half shuffled out of the seats, her expanding body crushed. It was hard keeping such enormous paws from tripping over everything in the confined space. Ignoring how this seemed to amuse her unintentional audience, she eventually made it to the side stairs and gingerly followed them around to the lobby exits.

That was about where her journey for a refund stopped. Squatting down with a thick canine tail sweeping the floor behind her, Dianna’s eyes narrowed in deep thought.

“Now...how the fuck do I get out of here?”