"Wow. I mean wow."
Karyn gave a fanged smile, slightly predatory. "Profound." She idly twirled a thick strand of her mane between two clawed fingers.
Jon blinked. "Sorry, it's just amazing to see."
"Yeah, I'll bet. It's weird; I know what I can do, and how to do it. It's like everyone else remembers me this way except us."
"That explains the witty remarks from the kids at school. Wonder if Zoë's wish had anything to do with it."
The she-wolf shrugged. "Dunno." Moments passed silently. "So, questions?"
Jon swallowed a gulp of pudding. "Yeah, how do you do that?"
"Shift? Simple." She stood slowly, loosening her clothing as much as possible. Before his eyes, she added height and mass to her frame, stretching her face into a lupine muzzle and budding four smaller teats from her chest. She shed the already strained clothing as a thick tail flowed from her spine, swishing behind her extended legs. The new Karyn stood almost eight feet tall, thick with sleek ruddy fur and powerful cables of muscle.
Jon sat, mesmerized. "Incredible." He was struck by the reality of it, her features, how smoothly she altered herself and how beautiful she was.
Karyn took a surprisingly graceful bow. Jon was taken aback by how fluidly she moved her massive form. "I've always thought so." Her voice was deeper, more animal-like, yet harmonious in its own way. "I just think of how I want to look, and it happens. I can even become a full wolf if I want."
Tentatively, Jon reached toward her. She took his hand in her thick paw, drawing him in. He stroked her thick mane of fur, caressing it down to the pelt on her back. She sighed, almost a growl, as Jon's slowly steadying hands took her in, closing his eyes as they drew each other in to a slow hug.
They held each other, werewolf and human, in a wordless embrace. The fur beneath his fingers thinned, the height differential fading. Jon looked once again to see Karyn, naked against him, smiling.
Neither seemed sure of what to do next. They stood together, lost in the moment.
"Any other questions?"
Jon smiled. "Nope."
"Ah siana no mahade," Zoe chanted, hovering in meditative position within her circle of power. Her room was awash in violet bands of magickal energy. "Kiwadhe kala doon!"
Her latest incantation sloughed another layer of her hex from the stone. It swirled itself into a floating mass of gray, floating into the air toward her. She lost her focus as it absorbed into her skin, dropping her painfully on her rump as it once again altered her feminine shape.
"Stupid friggin' damn fuck jerk junk suck fuck shit!"
Zoë had felt the curse take effect for the sixth time today. Unweaving every occurrence was becoming too tiring. Finally, she had to stop; her skull was bursting open, every cell of her body protested her constant mana channeling, and her focus was like a cubist painting.
She slumped onto the bed, making allowances for her eight-inch penis and ballooning tits. Getting comfortable was impossible with her modified equipment. If she were outside, the healing process would be quicker, but she'd be damned if anyone would see her this way!
She settled into restless slumber, hoping to be relatively back to her old elven self by the time Heath arrived.
The stone rested on the floor, undisturbed for the moment.
