When they blinked their eyes clear all four were suddenly hit with a queer sensation in the pit of their stomachs which artistes out to fill their whole bodies. When it reached their skin it began to itch intolerably and they all painted in agony. To their horror they all saw the other three sprouting hair all over their visible skin and when they looked down at themselves they saw that they too now had fur. They started spasaming violently as their muscles bulged and a cacophony of cracks broke out as bones snapped and reformed.
With howls of pain they burst from their bonds and collapsed forwards. Snarling they staggered up, they clothes reduced to tattered rags. They sniffed the air with a growl and rushed forwards.
“Heel!” shouted their captor “I said Heel!”
As one they dropped into a squat, ears pressed down and tails tucking between their legs submissively. Whimpering the four wolf boys looked up at their master.
“Good boys,” he grinned, reaching into a pocket and pulling out four dog biscuits which he tossed at each in turn. Tongues lolling they snatched the treats from the air and chowed down.
“Now my plan can begin,” giggled their master.
