CHAPTER 4

When I woke up my head was throbbing and my hand had blood on it when I rubbed the back of my head. I heard Ethan cry for help somewhere in the dark, but my eyes had trouble focusing as I staggered to my feet that felt heavy like bags of bricks.

“Ethan?” I called out, “Ethan, where are you?”

My eyes focused and I saw Ethan on the ground several yards away; fighting back as the two jocks were tearing his clothes off his body. I had to do something, but they were bigger and outnumbered me.

“You wanna dress like a girl?” The blonde jock said to Ethan, “Then we’ll make you a girl.”

My racing heart slowed down as I tried to think of something I could do. I had to save Ethan before it was too late – there was no way they’d let him live. And then it hit me – I basically have super powers that I could activate by simply rubbing one out. That way I’d be bigger than them and it wouldn’t matter that they outnumbered me.

Without giving it a second thought, I pulled down my pants, took a deep breath and started playing with my flaccid penis; rubbing it ferociously in hopes of getting it erect enough to jerk off. I could feel the blood coursing through my body being rerouted down south and giving myself a raise. I pictured a naked Tom Holland as I rubbed my shaft and within a matter of seconds I could feel the palm of my hand becoming silkier.

My bones started crackling and my body contorting into more of an animal shape; tearing my Waldo costume to shreds as hair sprouted up everywhere skin used to be. I fell onto all fours with animal instinct fuelling every inch of my being and I let out a howl that echoed through the woods. The two jocks stopped beating up Ethan and looked my way.

I stared at them with gnarling teeth, my head lowered and my back arched as I slowly inched closer; ready to tear them apart for picking on my friend.

“What the fuck is that?” The blonde one asked.

“Some kind of wolf?”

The two jocks stared at me with caution as Ethan sat upright. His face was stained with tears, mud and blood and the sight of my friend being terrified beyond words just snapped something inside me. I sprinted forward, pounced onto the blonde jock and pinned him to the ground as he screamed for help from his friend who simply stood frozen in fear.

I growled at him with drool dripping onto his face and I could feel himself piss his pants as my hind paw got wet and warm. I wanted tear him to pieces then and there, but wasn’t sure whether he’d turn into a werewolf if I bit him. I couldn’t chance having an asshole like him running around biting other people, so I stepped off his chest and allowed him to get to his feet.

His friend grabbed him by the arm and they scampered off into the night without looking back. When they were gone, I let my guard down and turned to Ethan who was clearly terrified. I wanted to tell him that everything would be alright and that he was safe, but I couldn’t talk. I took a step closer to him, but it was clear he was terrified of me as he crawled backwards, so I stopped and lowered my head with a whine.

And then he noticed a piece of torn Waldo costume hanging from my hind leg. Intrigued, he cautiously crawled closer to investigate the piece of fabric.

“Jason? Is that you?” Ethan asked.

I tried to say yes, but only a faint whine came out. He stared into my eyes and I swear he had that same sparkle in his eyes as before and then without warning he embraced me tightly when he realized who I was.

“Thank you.” He cried softly.