The tent was alive with a heavy, sensual silence broken only by the soft creak of four newly formed bodies shifting on the floor.
The four Uldrien wolves—now stunningly beautiful humanoid women—sat up slowly, their ultra-voluptuous forms catching the faint golden light filtering through the tent walls. Their massive breasts rose and fell with every nervous breath, nipples still stiff and glistening from the heat of transformation.
Their hips flared so dramatically they looked ready to topple, and between their thick, powerful thighs, their newly human pussies glistened with fresh arousal, the plump, puffy lips slightly parted and slick, the inner folds already trembling with the overwhelming surge of new sensations.
They looked down at themselves in pure, stunned awe, eyes wide and sparkling with disbelief. Slowly, hesitantly, they lifted trembling hands and began to trace their new clothes—.
