The moon slowly flowing over the horizon, she swallowed deeply. The moon was full again tonight. She always looked forward to these nights. To the deep shuddering, tugging sensation. To the thick, comfortable blue rubber that coated her skin, and the gentle blunted snout... But tonight, the moon looked larger than normal, and as it ascended, slowly deepening into a vibrant orange-red. Stumbling back as familiar pressure of coming changes growing into a fierce tug. Clothing, loose on her moments ago, growing *far* too tight. The pressure in her shoes... Erupting outward into the paws of a creature whose form she was familiar with... But from the continuing growth, seemed like it was to be many times her size...