Your mind rebels at what your seeing. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to run, to get away from this beast that's hugging you. Kate's sudden size shift has knocked you on your side, and you think you might be able to squirm away.
But... despite everything, part of you manages to hold on to your calm. A little voice manages to overcome the din of your screaming fight-or-flight reflex, and remind you that this is still Kate, still your best friend, and you did promise that you'd be there for her, no matter what. Maybe the pathetic whimpers emanating from your cleavage are helping matters, as, instead of seeming like a monstrous beast, it makes the huge, furry form that was Kate seem more like a hurt puppy. You gulp, as you gently stroke her head, surprised at how good her long, flowing fur feels in your hands.
"It's ok, hon," you coo, "Just let it all out. I'm here for you."
You hear Kate sniff, as she looks up at you for the first time, her big eyes puffy with tears, and a bit of snot running out of her now shiny nose. She shifts upwards, and you finally get a feel for how big she is now. Well over seven feet tall, maybe eight. She's also stark naked, which causes you to blush a little. The fact that you find her attractive at all is causing you to blush even more. Kate looks at you, managing to regain her composure for at least a few moments. You manage to sit back up as well, and for the first time you notice that your shirt has been soaked through with Kate's tears and snot, revealing the fact that you neglected to wear a bra for this trip. Kate doesn't seem to notice herself, at least at the moment, as she just looks at you,
"Cath... Y-you're not freaking out?" She manages to whimper, you can tell she's still on the edge of tears.
"Well... Yeah I am," You respond honestly, "But you're my best friend, and... And I promised I'd be here for you, didn't I?"
You can see Kate's lip start to quiver again, and she suddenly thrusts forward, hugging you again. You get a good idea of her strength, as she lifts you up like a doll, and squeezes you to her chest, sandwiching your head between her nude, furry breasts.
Crying again, this time tears of joy, "Oh Cat! I don't deserve a friend as great as you!"
"That's... A little tight..." You manage to gasp out.
"Oh! Sorry," She lets you back down, as you catch your breath, as she sniffles a little.
After a brief pause, you manage to wrap your head around the situation well enough to formulate a question. Looking over the transformed body of your friend, you see she's covered in silver fur, with a dark patch on her back, and it's nearly white on her belly. Her hair has also gotten longer, and has a matching dark spot in the middle of her head. She seems to be generally more muscular, and her hands are now tipped with claws. A fluffy tail is now jutting out from just above her well toned ass, and it's currently flopping lazily from side to side. Her eyes remained the same color, but are now set in a very canine face. The whites of her eyes are also greatly diminished. Finally, you manage to put all these together to inquire, "So... are you a..."
She interrupts you before you can complete the sentence, "Werewolf? Yup. I normally don't have any trouble controlling my form, but when I get really emotional, and it's so close to the full moon *sniff* I guess I just kinda lost it."
"You're not gonna try to eat my face or anything?" You say, only half joking.
"Hee *sniffle* No, not unless you decide to cover it in raw beef." She smiles, which is actually a rather kind smile, despite the amount of teeth it shows.
"So, uh, can you change back?"
She frowns a little, "Maybe? It's a lot harder to change into human than it is to change into this form, I'm not sure if I can manage it right now... And I actually feel a lot more comfortable like this, if you don't mind." She shifts nervously.
"I... guess not." It's your turn to shift, as you feel a bit of a chill, "Is it cold in here?"
"Oh, Cat, your shirt! I'm sorry..." She tilts her head down, like a bad puppy.
You look down at your shirt, and blush. Your nipples are clearly visible through the wet tee, and the fabric, clinging to your body, is chilling you to the bone. The girl can really cry when she changes into a wolf. "Here," She says apologetically, "Let me throw that in the wash." She holds out a clawed hand, ready to receive your shirt.
You oblige, freeing your breasts, and using the dry bit of your shirt to dab a bit more moisture off your chest. You hand the shirt to Kate, as she heads off to the laundry room, you catch yourself staring at her shapely behind as she exists the room, and feel a little flush.
A short while later, she returns. In the mean time, you've found a blanket, and have used it to cover up your bare chest. "I, uh, threw your shirt in with some things of mine..." She looked a little sheepish, the irony of which was not lost on you, "Do you want to borrow one of my shirts, or...?"
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