I'll be uploading this as it's both a test of transformation description, and I also love the concept which I may build upon into a real story if you guys really like it. ^^

A masquerade proofs problematic for a man with a curse...

Please give your input on this story as I'm trying to improve mental/physical transformation, and I also want to know if I should extend this into a bigger story. =3

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Like patches of brown grass the fur started to spread across his skin, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip in panic as the curse took its toll on his body. The moon shined bright upon his nearly naked body, and all he could do was watch in terror as his legs started to grow large and muscular to befit a werewolf.

He screwed up his eyes as his bones stretched and muscles moved to compensate for the growing mass of his body, teeth sharpening along with nails as the werewolf started to take over his mind. Rational thoughts fell to primal as the werewolf tried to take over, the man slammed into a wall and then another as he attempted to stop the change. He should’ve known better than to go out on a night like this, but of course he was far too stupid to think it through and had put himself out among humans. The masquerade ball went on unhindered as the man panted outside of the hall, his mask forgotten on the ground as his face morphed into a cruel approximation of a wolf’s while still having a human body.

“Stay… stay in…” he groaned, but the creature inside wasn’t going to be put back like that. His body pushed out and the tuxedo he’d bought for the occasion was shredding as biceps shoved out, and soon the man was hunching over as his spine popped in stress as it grew larger. His nose flared as it morphed into one black and leather, larger than a usual human’s it took in the scents of men and women dancing within the hall.

The man’s mouth salivated as the wolf’s hunger took him, he dug his serrated black claws into the wall easily marring the brick wall. “No! Leave them alone!” he shouted at himself, but the wolf fought against the man and tried to push out in an enormous push forcing him to fall to the ground while his pants ripped allowing a thick tail to wag crazily as the change continued.

Gazing upon his hand he watched in terror as paw pads formed, the black leathery material was well worn from traversing hard ground from previous night’s spent eating animals and… He bit his lip causing blood to well up from the sharp teeth digging into vulnerable flesh, but it quickly healed as his mouth grew larger and hardened for eating tough skinned creatures with bones. He moaned in agony as his mouth grew out into a muzzle fit for chewing something big. Human words faded as animalistic growls and grunts escaped his mouth, but a fierce pleasure in the transformation started as the humans dancing became more appetizing as he imagined them running away in terror from his powerful form.

His ears grew to two sharp peaks as his hearing increased several fold to hear the laughing and talking from within the building, and as he gazed up at the moon his eyes became two large red orbs with sharp black diamonds that could pick out a target from miles even in the foggiest night. Claws dragged out from his feet shining a dark ebony gleaming in the moonlight with an intent for ripping things apart, and already they ached with an urge to tear something apart.

Clean brown fur formed a pelt around his body, and as his large feet gouged a long scar in the ground the wolf took a long snort of the night air. The man’s mind was perverted by the werewolf’s nature to kill, and he found himself sick with glee as he imagined the hunt for other men. Guns came to mind, and he whimpered slightly as he imagined them striking him but from the healing factor that the wolf carried he wouldn’t have to care as long as he was careful.

He tore away the old human garments though he noticed the masquerade mask laying on the ground, and though it was small as the wolf picked it up somehow his curse extended to the mask making it a long black mask that would fit over a werewolf’s long face. He set it upon his face and through a spell his body took on the appearance of a human, but with the red irises he was obviously not human as the dancers would soon know.

Picking up a discarded cane the werewolf chuckled as he walked back towards the party, but underneath the disguise his muscles rippled as the excitement of the hunt spurned him on towards an exciting night. The human would soon enough lose guilt of killing humans in his mortal form, but until then the werewolf would enjoy it for both of them. Walking into the building he looked around and settled upon a lone man sitting back with a cup of wine, from the scent coming off of him he would be easy prey for a hungry wolf. As he walked towards him he tipped his top hat to his chest, and from the moment they met eyes the wolf knew that tonight would be a fun night.