A resident of Skyrim wakes up to his body changing form into that of a werewolf but it's just an average full moon night for a follower of Hircine.

This is the first part to a short story I am writing and normally I wouldn't split them up like this (especially since this first part is super short) but I figured because the next part has a lot more serious and sexual material and some people would rather just have the transformation stuff, I'd split them up.

This very short story contains a man who transforms into a werewolf. Can't say much more than that.

Enjoy! (I'll post the next part relatively soon (I promise))

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I jolted awake as a shiver went down my spine. Yellow eyes stared forward in shock as a
paralyzing sensation crept down my entire body and prevented me from moving off the bed. The
worry that I had been surreptitiously slipped some poison in my sleep was put to rest however
when I looked to the side of my room to see a soft white light flowing in through the curtains.
Yes, the full moon… Feelings that had seemed alien not a few seconds ago suddenly became
welcomed and I relaxed, eagerly anticipating the transformation to come.

The changes were subtle at first. A crawling, tingling sensation went all down my body
just under the skin as the normally soft skin toughened and darkened in color. Not only darker
skinned but dark furred as well as spouts of black hair popped up all over my arms and rapidly
spread out across my body. I brought a hand slowly before my eyes and watched as the
now-furred digits began to elongate. In the silence of the little cabin the subtle sounds of
breaking bones could be heard. It was almost painful how they extended and each finger became
tipped with large claws but the rush of euphoria outweighed it all. My feet followed suit and I
was glad I slept naked as feet extended and would have torn apart any footwear. The calloused
soles quickly reformed into paws and the extra toe absorbed as equally deadly claws formed at
the ends.

My heart thumped vigorously in my chest as it pumped the transformative blood
throughout my body. I grinned while my human face was still able to do so and clenched my
new hand experimentally, 9 inch nails digging into my palm. I didn’t think about the science
behind my transformation; after all, magicka was an enigmatic thing.
I grasped at my arm as the magic flowed up my arms and continued the process of bodily
alteration. My limbs started to burn as muscle mass multiplied and the limbs extended, giving me
the strength to rend flesh and run tirelessly. I swung my arm and kicked my legs experimentally,
feeling a lot more power behind them than before. There was a lot more time for exercising my
new found physique later though, I thought as my legs went numb and bone began to twist into a
digitigrade form. It took only a second for me to adjust as feeling returned to them and I flexed
them, bracing them against the bed.

I slipped my new legs over the side of the bed, no longer able to bear my laid out and
inactive state. There was so much pent up energy already before the changes had even completed
- I needed to move, to do something! “Argh!” I grunted as the changes spread to my chest and I
fell to a knee. Clutching at my chest I felt as my entire frame shifted to accommodate the greater
muscle mass. Right, not yet, I thought as my spine bent and I developed a hunch to better
maneuver on all fours. As the spine twisted into a more bestial shape I felt it press against the
skin of my lower back as well, before a fleshy nub grew out. The naked new appendage grew to
knee length before stopping. I mentally thought to move it and it did, as if I had always had a tail
and I smirked. I tensed up as my chest expanded as well, ribs seemingly pressing against my skin
as they widened to hold my larger mass. It was unsettling the way it churned my stomach and
sent shivers down my body as it arranged itself in abnormal ways but I powered through it like I
had done so many times before.
I took a deep breath as I felt the changes in my chest started to die down and the pleasant
tingling of growing fur replaced it, coating my bare body and tail entirely. A painful pressure on
my head soon followed and I grasped at it with one clawed hand as it began to shift as well. It
grew larger to match the rest of my body while my ears shifted up on my head, becoming
pointed. Sounds I never would have noticed before suddenly became obvious to me: the distant
howling in the hills, the squeak of mice in the walls - all amplified by my new hunter-like ears.

My senses were brought back to my mouth as it started to contort and extend outward, forming a
muzzle with a wider, more effective nose at the end. My teeth sharpened and new canines
seemed to spring from my gums as my maw filled with the dagger-like protrusions. I ran my now
longer tongue over them carefully, feeling the sharp edges that made my bite a force to be
reckoned with. Fur covered my head as well as the transformation seemed to finalize and with a
few quick blinks my vision changed as well, able to see significantly better in the gloom of my
cabin.

It took me but a second to rebalance myself on the digitigrade paws as I rose from my
knees. I flexed each limb, testing and making sure they all worked properly. It wasn’t that I
didn’t trust whatever mystical power allowed this transformation, but it was very rare I got to
savor my transformation as such. Very often I had to change in an instant and by the time I had
‘taken care of’ the issue at hand, I subconsciously licked my lips at the thought, I would be so
lost to the bloodlust that I could hardly think. My reverie was interrupted by the sound of
howling outside, distant across the snowy tundra but right now, with my blood pumping so
vigorously through my body, I felt like I could get anywhere. With a toothy grin I made for the
door, anticipating an eventful night ahead.