Mike was an average teen, doing good in school, average lifestyle, nothing in terms of complaints about how his life was going.  That is of course until, the last few nights...  Sometimes this week, very late at night Mike had been waking up with a cold sweat, and had found his window wide open every night, even with knowing it was closed and locked before having even gone to sleep.  Scribbling down in his notebook the last of his English questions he had been given as homework he closed his books with a slight breeze and thud.  Mike scratched his loose brown and blonde hair and leaned back in his chair and spread his arms out above then behind him to stretch, stiff from remaining seated for so long.  Something of a lightheaded feeling shot through him as he leaned back, the bloodrush made his arms feel a little limp, but that's normal.  Letting out a long sigh, Mike folded his arms on his desk before putting his head into them, then scooting his chair back he got up and did another stretch before going downstairs to get the phone.  He was going to call his best friend up and talk with him for a while.  Mike had stopped mid way after heading downstairs that is, a half full moon outside had caught his eye, and pulled all of his attention to it there, so incomplete, and perfect at the same time.  Mike felt very full of energy now, more so than if he'd awaken from a good night's rest.  There wasn't anything of an explination to it...but something in his head got him to look away and he went to get the phone.

   Taking it and going back upstairs, Mike felt compelled to sit by the window, his heart full of a little bit of sorrow, the moon was covered up by clouds.  Only then did he notice that thought of his, "Why was it important anyway?"  Shaking his head a bit he dialed in with slender fingers the number to his pal's house.  Various numbers of rings went through before he finally got an answer.  Mike was glad to have gotten a response, and enjoyed talking with his friend for about a half of an hour.  Where it was a very average school Mike went to, not many people did much of anything, making his friend a very important person.  They shared secrets, did everything together since elementary school.  Finishing up the two both hung up before it was nearing 11pm at night, Mike went to go brush his teeth before going on to bed for the weekend.  A little while later Mike came back dressed a tee and shorts to simply collapse into the bed and roll over onto a pillow, to gaze out into the half lit sky, eyes heavy, and sleep inbound.  Outside in the night sky, as Mike dreamnt, the moon was beggining to effect Mike for the first time.  At about his age, his hidden family bloodline shows up...it's been there for generations, but now it was Mike's turn to gain his rightful family history...

      As Mike lay sleeping, the moon's rays were preparing him for the next week, when it would be full...  Mike felt minor discomfort in his sleep, moon shining down on him, he started to feel heat, and roll around trying to get comfortable, his chest felt strange, his shirt was pushing against it tightly for a few moments.  Mike woke up very wide eyed all of the sudden, and looked over himself quickly, only to find, he was fine...  Mike disregarded it as a dream, before looking over to see the moon very bright again...Getting up and a few beads of sweat going down his clear cut face, he closed the blinds, and his room felt empty and dark.  Mike just wiped his face off with a towel laying near a chair and went on back to bed.  Throughout the weekend, Mike had felt increasingly better, not as if he had felt ill, however stronger and had more vigor than ever before.  Mike couldn't explain it, just at night he'd felt more energetic, and it didn't go away.  On going back to school Monday, everyone seemed to notice him, as if he was a bright color on dull material.  Girl's were hitting on him wanting a number, he preformed exceptionally well in gym, and yet the only downside was that he couldn't find his friend anywhere.  The rest of the week went by swiftly, and more and more he had felt better, bigger, and stronger.  Mike had noticed an impressive hair growth on his body, compared to his normal light hairs on his arms, they were thicker and darker now.  Friday finally rolled around and Mike was done with worrying so Mike asked around, and only got the word of he was out ill, or that's the best everyone could figure.  

   Whenever school was out Mike went home, but then went to his pal's house after leaving his bag in the living room.  About 45 minutes later, Mike was at his friend's house...but he wasn't there.  His parents cars were gone, but Mike went up to the door and listened in...Nothing, which did worry Mike.  Testing the doorknob, he was met with a distain for it's own movement, locked firm and inplace.  Mike was puzzled in the new development, his best friend was gone, it'd been about a week, and no trace of him was anywhere...it was just to strange.  Mike knocked and wrang the buzzer, but no signs of life answered his calls.  Dissappointed Mike had went home finally, let down, but in a good spirit that his friend should be just fine.  He was always careful and didn't let things take the better of him, so he had nothing to worry about.  However, there was something in Mike today, that made him feel overly strong and some other emotion that almost scared him as night started to come about.  Mike's parents had went out to get something to eat and wouldn't be back for a while, so Mike lie on his bed to see what was on TV, sunlight starting to fade slowly out, the red shimmer of humanity fading ever so slowly...

   Meanwhile Mike finally turned the TV off and tossed the remote into pillow and threw himself back into some.  Placing his hands on his forehead, he messaged it lightly and rubbed down in his eyes.  A bit of a sigh and arm flop on the bed Mike just spread himself out to ponder thoughts.  Amber flourescant light stopped spreading across the sky, and the black curtain of night began to fall on the landscape.  Such as in spring with flowers blooming, the stars shine through the sheet of darkness that was night.  As Mike looked out his window he could see something of an fog rolling in, which was strange, it was very dark, but it was about the right time to be night.  Mike raised an eyebrow and wondered why a fog would set in already, that and almost as if staring into something existed to only consume your being, a faint pale white and yellow light began to peak through the trees and atop the hill....  With a set of latching noises, a thrust, and a loud creak, Mike had opened his window, and slid down onto his knees, and let his arms lean out the window, his chest pressed agaisnt the frame.  Mike hadn't blinked for minutes, that light was so beautiful to his eyes, an oasis in a desert to him.  Mike's eyebrows lifted and he felt the breeze of cool air in his face, he smelled the thick and rich air, and felt a heat start to build up like all those nights ago.  Ah...What was it?  Mike had wondered that in these few minutes that the light had peered up over the hill, and what force made him stare at it so.

   Mike's breathing soon broke out into that of an animal's pant, the cool wind not stopping his sweat from rolling down his face, the side of the full moon finally in view and only going up, not a cloud in the sky to hinder the sight.  A hard swallow choked Mike on it's way down a rumble in his gut once it made contact...Mike began to tremble, especially in his hands and feet of all other places.  For what he was seeing...was mindblowing!  Mike's arm!  It was...changing!  What in the world was going on?!  Mike tried to reach over and feel his arm, he reached it...and a soft feeling met his touch...The moon kept rising and the glow of it protruded the landscape, causing the ground to glow eerily.  Mike started to get up on a foot to stand to get a better grip on things, his arm was tingling in the moonlight, sprouting fur left and right, spreading up and down plenty.  From the pores on his arms his hairs darkend, they spread with an unstopable itching, and thicken and fill out.  Mike was in sheer awe of his own right arm, forcing his left to scratch it furiously Mike can't make it stop, his nails very ineffective.  

   "O...oh my god....I....I'm changing!"- Mike screamed aloud, seeing a huge and hairy arm meeting his view!  He had to know, was the light doing this to him?!  Was he hallucinating?  What was going on?  The shock took deep root in Mike, but he was enjoying it.  This was one of the most amazing possible things he felt, could happen to anybody!  Was this the cause?  At night he felt better, was it because the moon was becoming more full?  He had been so athletic, was it from this same thing?  His newfound strength and inhanced innate senses...That was it!  As ficticional as it sounded, could it be that he was a werewolf!?  And that now he'd finally started to turn?  Either way, Mike was ecstatic and proceded to feel the fur feeling going up his shoulder!  He took his arms and moved to take his shirt off, the fur lightly tickling his skin as he did.  Tossing his shirt aside, he started to stumble, a feeling very painful stretching feeling where he was still trembling, and not just there but he started to feel it all over!  A very intense feeling, -THUD- was the noise that shot pain at Mike's rear as he fell back and started to slide up watching as the moonlight creep forward as the moon rose outside his window.  As it reached his bare toes the tingling feeling started in interject more and the agonizing intense pain made Mike crunch his teeth and hold his sides.  Mike watched, as the moon stopped coming forward, but instead his legs moved down into the moonlight!  They were starting to stretch and become thinner, but the spasms he watched flop around in his thighs confirmed that his muscles were expanding and shortly there after compacting for more strength.  

   All the while Mike had to clench his teeth just not to start crying, and yet so, against his best effort, his eyes welled up and started to run, himself starting to lay more on his back, as his legs were thinning and gaining immense strength for running, jumping, climbing and so much more.  He could feel them, everywhere as he held his sides, clenched his teeth, and through one eye watched his actual bones move right underneath his flesh.  Sharper now, more light on his legs, his vision started to perk up, becoming more sharper and clear, keen and focused, Mike watched his changes from his new glowing yellow eyes in that of high definition.  Back down to the immediate throbbing feeling in his feet and toes.   The crunching noises deeply disturbed Mike, the fact he saw his toes contracting inward, his big toe and the one beside it on both feet began to fuse together, a mass of flesh that make a large digit on his feet.  Mike wiggled his new digits, and they responded, he was glad they took his mind away from other changes that happend when he wasn't aware.  Mike looked down now to see his knees had completely inversed, forcing him a digitgrade stance, and extremely uncomforable to lay back on, his feet stretched and gave him more height than prior.  More or less, Mike saw what he was becoming and was becoming gradually more afraid of it...of himself.

   "AH!!"- Mike horrifically shouted again!  His spine!  Augh, the pain in his spine!  Mike had to roll over on his new feet and grip the top of the bed with his hands to hold himself steady.  Cracks and snaps rang out as in the moonlight his spinal column started to elongate, his entire torso going with it and causing Mike to have to shift his stance, becoming very hunched over.  Mike kept screaming and shouting, as from his spine disks popped upward and forced more skeletal structure change, as his spine changed mike's rear had been exposed to the moonlight and the base of his spine started to take a small shell of skin and elongate out; every inch or two a new piece of spine and layer cartilledge inbetween until this new appendage that could only be a tail was a foot and a few inches long.  The fur had been slacking off...soon to make up though, sprouting especially at the new tip of his tail and from his right arm where it first sprouted, he dove back into the moonlight that was seeping through his window, suddenly becoming terrifyingly afraid of what was going on.  But something dragged him into it, was it desire?  Or some internal instinct to not fight it?  No matter, the pricks and admitedably, irritating itching that was running amock on him was starting to make him get increasingly uncomfortable!  Sharper pains began to be felt in the very far tips of his nails, them starting to feel heavier and bulking up, becoming black upon the white sheets of the bed edge he was leaning up against.  The black nails forming on his fattening fingers troubled Mike greatly as he stared at them, their edges lengthening and becoming triangular and sharp!  

   Claws as they were, Mike in pain, and nothing more than the moonlight to transform him, the claws started to dig into his matress deeply, and as his changes brought him down onto his transforming knees, along with many of his other bones were changing shape and causing the numbness of pain to start to play on Mike, his mind racing with fear and despair.  On his new furry digits at his feet, did the similar feeling on his hands follow, as Mike dragged down his bedside and the inner stuffing lolled out, the blackening of his toenails soon shaped them into similar black claws, driving deep into the carpet; shredding it in slightly in curls, due to his feet extending into their final digitgrade position.  Biting down on his teeth again and looking back as his hands finally slipped and he felt a strange shift as he fell to all fours, Mike saw that his tail had been fully covered in the fur, and that his stomach was starting to pull inward by a greater amount, very candid, his chest pushed on outward with the major bone changes happening all over his body.  A small dripping noise caught the points pulling and stretching Mike's ears upward.  Small droplets of blood met his white carpet, coming from his mouth, Mike felt his tongue from earlier, much hotter, thinner, and longer roll over his new fangs that were cramping up his mouth.  Before long another major change had begun, the stretching forward of a canine muzzle from a poining nose and blackening lips.

   Mike had some difficulties in cringing to his face pushing outward, blood running out a few drops at a time from his gums, in the shimmering moonlight, they appeared crimson and bright.  With something like a bunch of shark teeth, Mike's new fangs started to aline properly for a werewolf as his face stretched and finally reached it's long length and his gums throbbed, and his tongue lay out himself gasping for air.  Mike's thin, yet powerful, arms and legs started to wobbe..his body was being drained from the changes, and there was still so much they had to do...  Mike's new muzzle started to twitch, his nose throbbing and running badly, finally after swinging his head to and fro, he let out a powerful and short sneeze over the side of his side table.  Mike shook his new head, which made him somewhat dizzy and Mike started to gag a bit with a big inhale.  The tingling feeling Mike had felt wasn't his nose itching, it had been transforming like the rest of him, and was now, black, cold, wet, and very very sensitive!  As he inhaled he could smell things in his room from weeks ago, and everything outside, it was all a terrible rush leaving his head throbbing even so much more than before.  Phantom feelings started to finish the fur as he glanced over the side of his new muzzle becoming enveloped like wet bread by mold.  Prick by prick, the bone changes had numbed Mike so much he almost couldn't feel a thing, just the phantom's the moonlight sent to press and pull at him.  Atop his head, himself only feeling slighty were his ears, coming to a fine point, and stretching to a very wolf like ear on the tip of his head.  Small fur tufts lining his ears he listened at crickets outside chirping...then catching his eye were a few fine wiskers sprouting from his muzzle.  

   Sight, feel, smell, sense, taste probably, all of Mike's innate senses were almost expanded beyond imagination as he fell to his side, almost fully changed into a werewolf.  The burning sensation of fur was deep and brown all over, some areas marked special and black, minor traces of grey or white.  Mike raised his hands as they were the only things really left hurting after all this time, them and the soles of his new feet paws.  Forming as if being sprayed out from an aerosol can, were thick and puffy paw pads, on his fingers and base of his hand.  They looked smooth and leathery to the touch, fat and bulk meant he wouldn't be hurt walking on rocks or sticks.  The same feeling on his feet there after confirmed the final change.  Mike lay there, exhausted, confused, and very scared of himself.  "What was next?"  Mike thought, would he lose himself and turn into a blood thirsty creature?  Or maybe he wouldn't be able to change back to normal?  A bestial groan left Mike as he started to get up onto his legs, resting his arm on the bed, his claws scraping wood off of his side table as he used that to climb up as well, large golden eyes looking over at his window, himself walking funny on his new legs over to it.  After achieving some sense of balance on his new feet, he painfully covered his ears after trying to open the window, his claws instead sliding over the glass.  Trying again carefully, Mike managed to get his window open...But what was he supposed to do now?  For heaven's sake...he was a full blown werewolf, the pain could not have been from a dream.  Yet...Mike started to creep out of his window and easily jumped down landing on all fours without much shock, and dashed off into the night!  

   Running through the forest, Mike smelled around, such a vivid sense of it he had now.  Before long Mike had looked to see the Moon had been in a far different position than before, meaning that a few hours had passed, yet Mike felt no lack of energy or desire to stop.  Along with an ear twitch Mike instantly hugged the ground as he heard a twig snap in the distance...perhaps below him...As he crept stealthfully not making a sound he gazed down a small dig into the wall beneath him...but that wasn't possible!  Right there was Mike's friend!  Of all the times, places, and chances there he was!  He was fine, just looked lonely...and tired...A slight jar went through Mike's mind, and a lot of pressure from something in the back of his mind as he started to leap down upon his friend, his shriek in horror at this huge monsterous sight!  With a chomp...a bit of blood, and the sprouting of fur a few screams later, Mike's friend was about to be something much more...bestial...

Story (c) Weredingo
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