The following day it all started to slowly come back to me what had happened. Right after I hit Jeff in the chest with the bowl of salsa I felt my insides churning; I felt my muscles beginning to burn as they seemed to slightly inflate and my cock became even bigger. The hair on my chest extended down my abdomen, then spread along my shoulders and collarbone while my brain became feverish. I began snarling and lashing out at Jeff, hungry for the salsa that smeared his pectorals and even hungrier for his armpit hairs and luscious cock. I was in at least some stage of werewolf form caused by Jeff's sexual allure triggering certain hormones or the three day old salsa resting in my stomach and seeping into my lycanthrope-infected blood.
Or perhaps it was a combination of both. I didn't know for sure. I just know that I wasn't completely myself. All I remember is that I grabbed Jeff by his two shoulders and turned him around. I tossed him onto the couch and made a targeted lunge for his cock. Jeff was scared but he didn't scream. He kept a stoney facial expression as if trying to process what was going on, silently planning what he was going to do about my insane, sudden attack of lycanthropic lechery. My next move, of course, was to grab his cock. I began stroking it up and down then buried my face underneath his right arm, nearly passing out from the luscious scent of his manly. humid armpit aroma. I licked the blonde, glistening soft hairs and even bit a couple off, I think, before Jeff started to resist.
He grabbed me by the neck as I tried with all my strength to break his hold and get my head into his crotch so I could start sucking his cock. I already had the residue of his armpit musk caressing my tongue and I wanted desperately to mix it with the flavor of his golden, gorgeous cockhead. I began to snarl and spit, letting foam fall from my mouth and drip into Jeff's patch of blonde dick hairs. They were so cute and so curly, winding around one another in tight spirals as I looked at them and briefly gained the strength to pry Jeff's hands from my throat enough to choke out the sentence, "I-I deserve this cock, you fucking brat! You owe me a chance to suck that beautiful cock of yours for teasing me and disrespecting me all this time!"
"I don't owe you shit, you goddam freak!" Jeff then screamed, suddenly filled with adrenaline. It was that adrenaline that rushes through your body when you feel you are in a life or death situation, the adrenaline that allows people to pick up cars with their bare hands or pry guns and knives away from the hands of people three times their size. Jeff's strength somehow surmounted my werewolf strength and it wasn't long before he had me grabbed by the waist as he screamed, "It's not my damn fault we're roommates and it's not my fucking fault you're so obsessed with me!
'I'll tell you what I'm gonna do now, though," Jeff said as he wrestled with me on the living room floor, "I'm gonna fuck that goddam mangy ass of yours to shut you the fuck up for awhile, you hear me?" At the mentioning of his fucking my tight asshole I started shaking and flopping about, excited beyond belief. I was in a seizure! I began to snarl and howl, resisting Jeff but wanting it all the same. I wrestled with him and tried to push him away. I tried to punch him, to claw out at him, to get one last whiff of his armpit or taste of the zesty salsa that now painted his entire body but it was no time before I was helpless on my hands and knees, waiting for the fuck of my life!
