Wolfy Willemena (Paid Post #4)

(Willemena was created by Trent Harlow you can find more of his art on his Pixiv account )
 Willemena was always the nerdy type and no one ever payed any attention to her. Until!  That one day she was attacked by the wolf. She had been taking that short cut through the woods like she did every day, but it was dark, and the woods could be treacherous, especially when you're trying to outrun a surprise 7 foot hungry wolf growling and snarling and scaring the ever loving crap out of her.
 When she ran, she tried to keep her footing sure, but there was no way that was happening and that terrifying beast caught her in a second just on the edge of the woods. Luckily, a police man spotted what was going on and shot at the wolf, scaring it away.   
 A month later, Willemena was walking home from class again, this time walking through the streets, avoiding the woods all together. Stumbling around on crutches and a heavy cast on her leg. The moon shined bright down on her smooth skin. And it felt like it was burning Willa to her core. She screamed in the middle of the crowded street tearing at her jacket. Ripping it from her body. She bashed against a brick wall as the crowd around her backed up.   
 Another earth cracking scream erupted from her as she felt her limbs begin to thicken. She grabbed on to her cast, her breathing becoming rapid. She looked down at her toes and saw them grow black and the nails sharpen. Panic coursed through her as she groaned and looked up at the moon. Her shoulders pulsing with strength and power. Her thighs starting to crack the plaster of the cast. She grabbed a crutch and bit down in the center as her massive jaw bit through the aluminum like a hot knife through butter. The crowd gasped and a few of the wiser ones ran away at that point.   
 Willa felt her torso stretch longer and taller. Abs tightening and muscles pulsing with the power of a wolf. But most surprising to her was the hair, the coarse thick hair painfully pushing it's way through her pores. Every inch of her body burned with pain and power at the same time. Her jean skirt was too small. Her breasts were already swelling out of her tank top.
 Her mind raged with hunger as the wolf took her over. Her breathing was deep and raspy but it wasn't hers anymore, it belonged to the beast that raged through her. The beast was famished, and look at all the horderves just standing around for her to take her pick from.