The Curse of the Book: Werewolf Transformation

The full moon hung high in the night sky as Jack entered his cabin, the book clutched tightly in his hands. He had found it earlier that evening while wandering through the woods near his secluded home. Curiosity getting the better of him, he sat down at the wooden table and began to read the ancient text.

As the pages turned, Jack felt a strange sensation wash over him. The book started to glow with an ethereal light that seemed to emanate from within its very pages. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his body. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as coarse fur began sprouting along his arms and legs. Claws erupted from his fingertips and his face elongated into a bestial muzzle filled with razor sharp teeth.

Jack let out an inhuman howl as the transformation consumed him, flesh and bone twisting grotesquely to reshape him into something primal - a werewolf. He stood on two legs, towering over the table where the book lay still glowing. Dark gray fur covered his body with darker patches across his shoulders and chest. His abs rippled beneath furry pecs and his quadriceps bulged with newfound strength.

But it was what hung between his legs that drew Jack's attention next. A massive, throbbing erection jutted out from a sheath of fur, dripping with pearls of semen onto the floorboards below. The wolf-man let out a rumbling growl as he grasped his girthy shaft and began stroking it with long, languid pumps. His hips bucked in sync with each stroke, sending more viscous pre-cum oozing over his digits.

As Jack masturbated, the book's glow pulsed hypnotically, bathing his furred body in an eerie glow that seemed to make his jutting erection cast long shadows across the rustic room. A thick rug beneath his paws bore witness to the beastly display of pleasure as Jack's breath grew ragged. His balls churned with seed and soon he let out a bestial roar, erupting in climax.

Jack watched through lidded eyes as his wolf cock pulsed and throbbed, spilling ropes of thick semen all over the table and floor. The book's otherworldly glow seemed to intensify at that moment before finally fading back to normal. And there the werewolf stood, chest heaving from exertion amidst the aftermath of his transformation and masturbatory display - a primal beast in the throes of its newfound carnal urges.