BONUS Story - The Idol

Now for something a little different! This story is about wolf transformation. 

Leah Gentry was sure she would have the investors eating out of her hand before the day was over. She’d met a few of the senior staff members of Addison Inc. last year and knew the whole company was made up of frat boys. The guy who ran it, Michael Gullett, was only CEO because it was a family business. His dad died years ago, leaving the company in the incapable hands of his only heir.

She knew how to play guys like that.

“Are you ready to wow them?” asked Jackie, knocking on the door before entering.

“You don’t have to knock at the same time you’re speaking,” said Leah with a bit more bite than she meant. “It’s redundant.”

Jackie’s face turned red and she pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. She entered the room and sat across from Leah, examining the package on her desk. It had so many postage stamps that it may as well have come from Jupiter.

“You gonna open that?”

“It’s fan mail,” she said, and picked it up and tossed it in the trashcan by her desk.

Leah’s company, Blue Dream, made what the Average Joes called ‘Sex Drugs.’ The knock-off erection pills, the fancy lubes, and their latest product, a serum that was supposed to make a guy last six times as long. Being in this business required a fun, friendly face, and sometimes Leah struggled with it.

“This isn’t fan mail,” said Jackie. “It’s from Owen. And it’s from Cambodia.” She placed the package back on the desk.

“It may as well be fan mail then,” she said. Owen was the founder of the company. He took a more holistic approach to their drugs, basing a few on the discoveries he’d made. The man owned more patents than anyone else on Earth, and he didn’t look like your typical pencil pusher—Owen was more like Indiana Jones. He’d found a few things that were legendary and Leah couldn’t help but be excited. At least back when they were dating and she could stand the man.

“C’mon, open it. You guys had a falling out so maybe this is a . . . I dunno, an apology gift.”

Before she could say anything, another girl—this one with stark red hair—stuck her head into the office and said, “The reps from Addison Inc. are ready.” This was Amanda Noe, Leah’s secretary and best friend of almost ten years.

She came into the office just as Leah slid her fingernail into the package’s tape and began to pull it open. There was a musty scent inside, then a sea of popcorn packing. Leah reached in and felt something wooden, then lifted it out, spilling the white packing filler all across her desk.

“What . . . the hell?” said Jackie, taking the strange idol from Leah’s fingers.

It was about two feet tall with intricate carvings. At one time, it was probably painted but that had worn off years ago. What remained was a trio of angry faces—all wolves, all snarly with long, vicious teeth. Jackie gave it a twirl, sure that she was missing something.

“Well this is . . . weird.”

Leah nodded. “Owen’s weird, so that tracks.”

The girls laughed and then Amanda said, “Maybe it’s good luck. He’s pretty worldly these days.”

“Maybe.” But Leah didn’t believe it.

Jackie said, “C’mon, ladies. We have to show ‘em our new stuff. They’re gonna love it!”

Leah stood, just as Amanda thrust the idol in her face. Her lips smacked against it, and the strangest part of all—it tasted sweet, like fruit. She reasoned it must have been the wood from some exotic fruit tree.

“What gives?” Leah asked, wiping her mouth. She must have been more irritated than she thought, for it made heat rush to her cheeks.

“For good luck!” said Amanda, then she also kissed it. She held it up for Jackie.

“Are you serious?”

Amanda danced the idol back and forth. Jackie rolled her eyes and pecked one of the wolves on the mouth.

All three girls left Leah’s office and boarded the elevator that would take them down to the conference room on level B2. Leah had scheduled to use this room for a reason—it was free of distractions and the doors were sealed. It was on their R&D floor, so it was less likely that if the meeting went south, no one would be there to steal trade secrets.

In the elevator, Leah looked to the ceiling to see if the fans were blowing—they were, but it didn’t feel like it. She was hot enough to notice a trickle of sweat running down her back, beneath her blouse.

“Why is it so hot in here?”

“Beats me,” Jackie asked, and she rubbed a hand across the nape of her neck.

By the time they reached B2, Leah could feel her toes slipping around in her pumps. When had she ever sweat so much? Not even a day at the gym, not even an hour’s ride of her Peloton, had ever netted such profuse sweating. She prayed her deodorant held out until the end of the meeting.

Halfway down the windowless hallway, Amanda tripped and grabbed the wall. Jackie and Leah rushed to help but she was laughing. She steadied herself and said, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Damned shoes.”

She slid her foot out, revealing her pink nail polish. A thin band of white traced across her toes as if the shoe was too tight. She gave her toes a squeeze, her foot a shake, then she put her shoe back on. After smoothing her pants, she looked at the girls and said, “Okay, ready.”

Leah fell behind, her body feeling strange and light. She couldn’t make sense of it, but she wasn’t going to try now. Right now, she had to make the guys from Addison Inc spend a lot of money on her new product.

On the other side of the door sat Matt, the CEO, and two women who Leah could only assume were his division leaders. Addison Inc. was a large brand, covering three continents. Blue Dream was making a good investment by attaching to their wagon. They would thrust Leah’s company into a bright future.

If only she didn’t wreck the meeting . . .

The conviction she felt before was gone, replaced by an uncertainty that she didn’t understand. It had to be the sweating—was she getting sick?

“Gentlemen,” she said, and held her arms out. She could feel the dampness at her pits. Quickly, she pulled them close to her body again, then slid out one of the rolling chairs. Matt didn’t even bother to rise—he was staring her down, as if trying to get into her head as if she were nothing more than a drunk girl at a frat party.

“Morning,” he said at last.

Jackie and Amanda flanked her with Jackie rolling in a cart full of multi-colored vials. The bottles were pretty by design—strangely enough, men tested positive with erectile dysfunction meds coming in feminine containers.

“Leah, good to see you,” said Matt, extending his hand across the table. She was slightly embarrassed that her palm was so clammy. After shaking, she put it on her pants and wiped it.

“We have an exciting product for you today,” she said, then turned to one of the ladies flanking him and added, “You won’t be as excited for this presentation as he will be.”

Leah lifted one of the vials from the cart and slid it across the table. He picked it up and looked at it, then removed the lid and sniffed. He backed away as if it smelled foul but she knew better. Her serum had no scent at all.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

Jackie leaned over the table, and that’s when Leah noticed she’d rolled up her sleeve so she could scratch her forearm. There were already large tracks going from her hand back to her elbow. She said, “We want you to drink it.”

He laughed, his face turning red. “Now? Here?” He looked at the ladies who flanked him and both offered accepting nods. Giving a final glance to the sweaty girls across the table, he tipped the bottle back and drank.

“Good boy,” said Leah, and that’s when she felt the same tingles as the other girls—she pushed her chair back and found both Amanda and Jackie barefoot, as if they were grounding against the office carpet. They dragged their soles back and forth, leaving damp stains.

“You’re gonna love it!” Amanda said.

“Care to tell me what happens next?” he said, shifting in his seat. She thought about delaying an explanation and letting him find out the old-fashioned way.

Nevertheless, she relented. “Right now, Blue Dream’s XeCUTE serum is working through your body, sending blood to your favorite organ.”

“Did you ladies have a swig, too?” he asked suddenly.

It was so quick and random that Leah said, “What?”

“It’s just that you three look like you’re sweating. Calm down, it’ll be okay. It’s just a silly presentation.”

“I think they look fabulous,” said the girl to Matt’s right, who then introduced herself as Cathy.

Something about her words stirred something in Leah that she couldn’t quite explain. She settled back in her chair, feeling a tingle between the legs. For the whole morning, she’d been acutely aware of the razor burn down below. But now, it was feeling rather nice, as if the hair had started to subtly lengthen . . .

Jackie grunted and made eyes at Leah, directing her attention to something below. It took a moment to catch her meaning, but then Leah found the girl’s toes squeezing against the carpet as she had a moment ago. At first, she thought it was a dark paint job on her toes, but then noticed they were turning black before her eyes. It was like a thick, viscous solution was spreading across the nails.

“Everything okay, ladies?” asked Matt.

Leah snapped back to reality. “Everything okay with you? By now you should be feeling a . . . bit of a stirring in your pants.”

“I’m always feeling a stir in my pants when I’m surrounded by such beautiful girls.” The ladies flanking him just rolled their eyes and giggled. “But yeah, I am feeling it. I’m uh . . . hard as a rock right now.”

Everyone laughed but Leah because she was starting to sense something was wrong. At first, she assumed it was the stifling conference room. She could’ve even played it off as the flu—there was some of that going around upstairs, after all. But the weirdest part of all—she didn’t feel sick. In fact, she felt great. This was the nicest sensation she’d ever known . . .

To the left and right, Jackie and Amanda seemed to be enjoying themselves, as well. It was unexplainable, at least for now. She was balling her fingers into her palms so tight that it was leaving marks. Amanda leaned forward and that’s when she suddenly sprang up and said, “I need to use the little girls’ room. Please, excuse me.”

A strange silence hung in the air, but only for a moment. A low groan sounded beneath the table that Leah wasn’t sure the others could hear. Maybe it was in her mind. She looked beneath and could see her own feet, back in the shoes, but now crammed uncomfortably. Her toes were bunching up, bending her arches.

“You know what?” said Leah, pushing her paperwork in front of Jackie. “I’m going to go check on Amanda. We’ve all been under the weather lately.” Before Matt and the ladies could say anything, and before Jackie could question this lie, Leah slid her chair out and stood.

She gripped Jackie’s shoulder and almost went down. Matt and the others pushed out and stood, curious and concerned about her well-being.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said. “New shoes and they have horrible tread on the bottoms!” That seemed to satisfy them, so she turned and left. Out in the hall, she threw her back next to the door and pulled her shoes off.

She traced her hand across her sweaty sole, then straightened her toes. Something about them looked odd—as if they were darker, maybe a little thicker. As she stared at them next to her shoes, she wondered how she even got them on.

Carrying them, she hobbled down the hall toward the bathroom. True, she was concerned about Amanda, but she also wanted to make an exit to go check herself in the mirror. Leah felt weird in her own skin and she couldn’t explain it. Her face was numb, yet sensitive when she stroked it, as if she were wearing a Halloween mask glued to her nerve endings.

She stopped at the bathroom door and glanced back down the hall. The B2 level of the building had dark concrete floors. It was easy to see just how much she’d been sweating, as there was a clear path across.

When she turned back to enter the bathroom, she found the door standing open, and she was staring at Amanda’s breasts. It took a moment to understand that they were in her face, rather than below her eye level. Amanda was usually a foot shorter . . .

“Holy shit!” said Leah.

“Yeah, I could say the same thing!”

“You’re . . . tall!”

“That’s not all, look at me!” said the girl. She rolled up her sleeves and showed Leah the coarse red hair that was starting to push through her skin. Leah was about to grab her arm and feel when she added, “It’s happening to you, too!”

Leah pushed past her, preferring the private safety of the bathroom to standing out in the hall. She pulled back her sleeves and sure enough there was coarse fur replacing her skin. She felt a tingle between the legs whenever she rubbed her hand across it—it was so soft and tender.

“Have you seen our eyes?” Amanda asked, gripping the sink basin and staring at her reflection. Leah joined her, checking out the beautiful, although sweaty girl, in the mirror. Both had green eyes, but not anymore. It was as if the pigment was breaking up, swirling around the eye. A vibrant gold was now shining through—beautiful, but no less worrisome.

“Anything else . . . different about you?” asked Leah.

Amanda’s face turned red and she nodded. She put her back against the door to hold it closed in case anyone else tried to enter. Then she hooked her thumbs into her skirt’s top and pulled it out. Leah looked down, and nestled in her underwear was a thatch of hair to match the new growth on her arms.

“Do you have this, too?” she asked.

Leah nodded and showed her. They were growing hair all over, their eyes were changing, and as Leah stood there, she watched as her eye line was moving to match Amanda’s.

“It’s happening to me now! Look, I’m growing!” She stared at her bare feet and black nails. The tiles were exactly twelve inches squared. Her toes slowly drifted across. She was standing still, yet her feet were filling the square and she wondered if they would eventually reach across.

“What’s happening to us?” said Amanda, and it wasn’t lost to either of them that Leah’s jacket suddenly tore at the hem. Her body was feeling tight inside her clothes, and it made her afraid to make exaggerated movements.

“It was the idol,” Leah said. “I don’t know what’s happening, but the idol is changing us. We kissed it, we tasted it. Owen is playing a prank or . . . or something.”

“Do you think he’d do that?” she asked. It was getting difficult to stare into her eyes.

“I don’t know. I want believe he wouldn’t change us so drastically, but who knows.”

“Oh, shit!” said Amanda, eyes suddenly going wide.

“What?”

“Jackie was in the office with us when we kissed the idol. And we just left her in there with Matt and the others!”

“Oh my God, c’mon!”

Leah burst through the door, feeling a slight breeze at her knees because there was a run in her pantyhose. Amanda walked faster, and that’s when Leah noticed the girl’s hair looked far different than it did when she went into the bathroom—it was straighter, more natural with split ends and a fine texture.

Just before going into the conference room, Leah looked back at their sweaty footprints and made a discovery—they were twisted into odd shapes halfway across the hall. She lifted her foot and inspected the thick, tough pad on the bottom. It hadn’t been there before, and now it was making her walk with a limp. This was but one thing she chose not to worry about right now, and she entered the room behind Amanda.

Immediately, she put on her business face and said, “Sorry, everyone. Matt, I hope you’re still rocking that hard-on.”

She entered to find him pushed away from the table. He was gripping his cock through the pants. Although she couldn’t see it, she could tell from the outline that he was sporting quite a monster. He gave it an absentminded stroke and said, “Yeah, I’m good. But I don’t know about her.”

Leah nor Amanda realized that the Addison Inc. group were nearly at the wall, captivated by what was happening on the other side of the table. Jackie was nearly naked because her clothes had shred right down the middle. She was bigger, probably a couple of feet taller than Leah who’d managed to add a few inches herself.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” Jackie said, barely above a whisper. The boardroom table had long track marks where she’d dug in her nails.

She looked up at Leah, eyes now golden and blue. Hair sprouted along her forearms, disappearing into her shredded sleeves. Her breasts looked bigger but that was only because her body was changing, becoming slightly more muscular.

Leah turned to the Addison Inc. group and said, “I’m sorry about all this. Let’s reschedule, shall we?”

Matt looked up at her, his eyes widening because it was the first time he’d noticed that she and Amanda were also changing. He gave his cock another stroke through the pants.

“No, I’m enjoying this. I get to have this massive hard-on and I get to watch you three change into . . . I dunno what.”

“Wolves,” said Cathy suddenly. The other girl, the meek one beside Matt was leaned up in her chair, also sweating, although it wasn’t nearly as much as the Blue Dream girls. She was merely enjoying the show.

Leah said, “What? Why would you think that?”

She stood and walked around the table, then lifted Amanda’s red locks away, revealing a long, pointy ear. Leah felt her own—they weren’t nearly as tapered but they were getting there. The longer she held it, the more she could tell the cartilage was filling out.

“So wolves,” said Matt. “Fuckin-A. Let’s do it.”

Leah turned to the other girls who merely shrugged, then back to Matt. “So do we have Addison Inc.’s business? This is . . . a unique privilege, after all.”

He stood, took his hand off his cock and offered it to Leah. “Yeah, we sure do.”

She shook with him, only now her hand was far larger than his. Her fingers had elongated and like her toes, the nails were tipped black, like tar. Little tufts of hair had sprouted on her fingers and she could feel a furry patch on her palm when she touched him. He felt it too, for when they separated, he inspected his hand.

Everyone sat back down and Matt said, “Okay, girls. Please continue. I’m gonna get more comfortable.” He unzipped his pants until they could see his blue boxers underneath. The hard-on never faltered. This was Leah’s flagship serum, after all.

Reluctantly, she eased back into her chair, feeling as if she were sitting on something foreign. She sidled back and forth, trying to get comfortable, trying to place it in the center of her ass but couldn’t. And then she understood.

I’ve grown a damned tail.

She could hear the groaning of clothes. A bra snapped, a shoe burst open at the toes. All three of them were fighting an intoxicating sensation, like the best orgasm they’d ever had. Leah rode the edge as long as she could but it was getting difficult. The more her body expanded, the more her bush pressed against her sweet spot.

“Is this . . . arousing to you?” Matt asked, and when Leah looked up, he finally had his cock out, stroking it purple. Cathy and the other girl who only watched through her thick pop-bottle glasses, seemed not to care.

“Yeah,” said Jackie. “Fuck yeah.” Her head was almost on the table as the feeling raced through her naughty bits. She was still digging lines into the wood.

Amanda’s red hair was covering most of her body—it had sprouted along her face and neck, as well as her arms and legs. The business suit she wore had split right down the middle, revealing more of the crimson fur along her back. Leah looked down at her crack—the panties were almost consumed by the fur.

“Are you ladies . . . aroused?” asked Matt, although it seemed rather silly considering the three of them had been riding the edge of an orgasm ever since the change started.

A trio of moans answered his question. Leah couldn’t take much more, so she leaned back in her chair and threw her feet up on the table. She didn’t expect the gasps, but understood them, especially as they were all watching the change speed up.

Her toes lengthened, the nails curved down. Normally her feet were squared at the ends but now they tapered to aid the huntress she was becoming. Thick fur bristled along them, trailing up her legs and pushing the tattered hose out. With a single fingernail, she ripped a line right across until her fur spilled out.

Her hands drifted down between her legs. She was afraid to do any serious fondling or else she would rip herself to ribbons. That wasn’t the kind of injury she wanted to explain to the paramedics who arrived. So, she settled for using the pads of her fingers to rub across her bush. Her body was sensitive enough that it worked just fine.

Leah sped up, her furry palm now slick with her juices. She loved that she had an audience—the women were practically salivating. The fact that Matt hadn’t cum yet was a testament to how well her serum performed. She kept rubbing her sweet spot until finally she could feel the orgasm coming to fruition. Her legs buckled and she howled just as her juices exploded through her furry fingers.

Next to her, Jackie and Amanda were discovering their own pleasure. Jackie was leaning back in the chair much like Leah, both sets of feet—or paws—now long as a normal-sized forearm. Amanda was curled up in the floor, her snout sniffing at the Addison Inc. reps’ feet. Still, her hands were between her legs, working fast.

Each girl recovered in time, slipping back against the chairs as if they’d just taken recreational drugs. The post-orgasm stupor was intense, but part of it was because their change hadn’t run its course. They were still twisting and turning and growing fur.

Amanda’s ears were so long now that they were visible through her locks. The red hair was trailing across her body to all the exposed spots. She threw her head back and laughed and that’s when Leah noticed the teeth—long, gleaming incisors that dripped down from her gumline until they were sharp enough to pierce metal.

Leah lashed her tongue against her own teeth, feeling them push though painlessly. She licked across her bottom teeth, noting that those were becoming sharp, as well. Her tongue could reach up to her nose now, but that was about to change—not because the tongue was shorter, but because her snout was beginning to form.

Beneath the table, her bones made such a loud crack that the girls on the other side covered their mouths. Leah told them it was okay, that there was no pain, but she wasn’t sure her words came out properly. The big tongue, the long teeth, and the slowly elongating snout were making it tough to speak.

Leah bent over, pushing the table back. The girls stood and moved toward the wall. She hunched over, fingers gripping the table. The wood splintered and came off in big chunks but she didn’t care. She felt large and powerful and didn’t want this sensation to end.

She was still sweating, but it was lost amongst her fur. The smell of it was strong in the air, but that was probably just her new, heightened senses. Matt’s heart was thudding twice as fast as the girls—they were aroused, perhaps even a little jealous.

His hand returned to his cock—he’d managed to stay hard throughout this entire adventure. She licked her lips, now feeling as if her tongue was six inches away from her mouth. The snout continued to grow.

Jackie threw her head back and let out a human howl that merged into something otherworldly. Her teeth, all long and pointy, shifted and moved to accommodate her lengthening snout. The tongue kept lapping at the lips, keeping it wet while it stretched. Her eyes were closed, her head reared back. The nose at the end was so perfect it made her head and neck look like an arrowhead.

Amanda reached behind and yanked the tatters of her clothes. Big, gangly hands ripped apart the silk and then her tail sprouted out, swishing the air like a pendulum. It wasn’t long, but it was thick and tapered to a fine point—everything about their bodies was sleek and agile.

At last, Leah’s snout began to finish. It was odd the way her eyes shifted to the sides to accommodate her much wider face. She thought it would impair her vision but now she could see everywhere except directly behind. The lights were bright, but that was because her eyes were so sensitive. She guessed she would be able to see just fine in the dark.

“This is fucking insane!” said Matt, and he took his hand off his cock long enough to clap.

“We’re glad you liked it,” said Leah.

He smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, lady. If you’re speaking, I can’t understand it. You’re just making cute little barks.”

“We speak werewolf!” said Jackie. “Can you gals understand me?”

“Yep,” said Leah.

“Sure can!” added the red werewolf.

“This is pretty epic,” said Leah. “We need to figure out how to bottle the idol. How to control this type of change. We’re fucking werewolves, gals!”

“Do you think people want that?” asked Jackie.

Leah threw her head back and cackled, a move that made the Addison Inc. reps also laugh. She said, “Look at these girls. They’re practically orgasming just like us.” Leah could certainly smell their arousal—it had grown so steady that it burned her nostrils.

The trio of wolves only talked to one another for the next hour because of the language barrier. Matt posed a few questions and the wolves could respond with yes or no motions. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked. Addison Inc. thought it was all planned and Leah was content to let them think it. This was going to do wonders for Blue Dream’s image.

“When will you change back?” he asked.

Leah made the universal sign of shrugging, but the moment she lifted her arms, tufts of hair fell off and floated to the floor. The other ladies looked beneath the table but there was nothing there. It had dissolved before hitting the carpet.

An hour—they had remained wolves for one hour. Part of it made her depressed. She loved the idea of being something better than her normal self—something more powerful.

She watched as her hands curled into fists. The nails shortened and lost all their color. The hair brushed off as easily as dust. It was interesting to see her fingers contract, this time the change occurring much quicker.

Their legs made the awful snapping sound again, but each time it felt nice, like a visit to the chiropractor. Leah leaned against the doorframe, her head passing beyond it. She straightened, noting that her head nearly touched the ceiling. But then she was shrinking, her body moving down, the fur dissolving from her skin.

Jackie moved her palm across her bush, loving the sensation but also losing it. The hair blew away on an unseen wind.

The girls leaned on the table, barking and coughing. Teeth shortened, jaws realigned. Their snouts pushed in until their normal noses appeared beneath the coarse hair. Jackie hacked and coughed and then said, “Yeck! Hairball.”

When the change was over, all three of them were naked. Leah felt hindered, as the enhanced eyesight, hearing, and smell vanished. She made no move to cover herself, nor did the others. They’d just been more vulnerable than ever.

Matt was jerking beneath the table, his eyes suddenly lolling back in his head. Cathy and the other lady smiled broadly, then shook their heads, as if he did this in every meeting.

Finally, he came around the table, if only for a better look at the girls. Leah held her head tall, owning the change, owning the nakedness, owning her orgasm. She flashed him a devious smile.

“Can Blue Dream bottle the wolf stuff?” he asked.

Leah looked to her friends, then back to Matt. “We’ll certainly consider it.”