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@hauntedarmour.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 9:44 PM

#VividShadows Day 2 - Bite

A trans woman officially joins a werewolf pack(/polycule) and experiences her first transformation under a full moon.

Features: A Werewolf transformation involving muscle, height, cock, and breast growth.

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Day 2: Bite The radiant light of the full moon breached through the canopy as a procession of a dozen figures covered head to toe in black robes wound their way down a narrow but well-tread forest trail. The light covering of frost crunched beneath their step as they otherwise silently marched. Even the ambient sounds of the forest seemed to quiet in as they passed, whether out of respect or fear was impossible to know. A wide clearing was the groups ultimate destination, a makeshift stone altar resting in the centre. The leader of the procession, and the tallest by almost a full head, stepped towards the altar while the rest formed a semi-circle around it. From within her robe she produced a small first-aid kit that she placed on the table before turning to address the others. “Sisters, we have gathered here today to officially induct the newest member to our pack.” The leader’s voice was deep and professional, each word perfectly enunciated as if they had spoken them hundreds of times. “Step forward Lyre so that you may receive the blessing of the moon.” The figure directly across from the speaker—Lyre—moved into the circle. Unlike the others her body was shivering beneath the robe from the chilly late-autumn breeze. As she approached she pulled back her hood to reveal the fiery orange ponytail beneath. “For the past three lunar cycles you have walked with the pack. You have eaten with us, slept with us, and even mated with some of us.” The leaders facade broke slightly as they glanced towards two members of the outer ring, both turning away to avoid their gaze. “Regardless of any—ultimately insignificant—departures from our traditions, we have agreed to offer you a place as a full fledged member of our pack, should you still wish to accept it.” “YES!” cried Lyre before flinching at the withering gaze in reply, “er- I mean- I accept the packs offer and promise to not abuse the blessing of the moon.”“Very well then,” announced the leader as she pulled back her hood, “as the chosen speaker of the pack I, Shale Moongrove, shall personally pass the moon’s blessing to you, please strip and present your hand.” Her mature face and silver hair seemed to glimmer unnaturally bright under the light of the moon. Lyre slipped off her robe, revealing she was wearing nothing else beneath. After taking another moment to slip of her gloves and kick of her shoes she offered her hand to Shale, their ears sliding up their skull. Shale gingerly took her hand and brought it up to their face before sinking their sharp teeth into her flesh. The celebratory howls from the others drowned out Lyre’s yelp of pain as she flinched from the bite, Shale’s mouth stretching out into a muzzle as they released her hand. The pain quickly faded however, leaving only absolute joy on Lyre’s face. She herself joined the cheering as orange fur sprouted around her wound and began spreading up her arm. Lyre stared in awe as the bite mark sealed back up before her eyes, leaving nothing more than a distinctly shaped scar that was soon covered by a thick coat of fur. She felt her cock harden despite the cold as the blessing was pumped deeper into her and the fur spread up her arm. Her body began to swell, bones cracking as they grew and reformed into more bestial shapes. Even before the fur reached her shoulders the chill that had plagued Lyre the whole walk was blasted away by her boiling blood. It was far from painless, but the pain was more than outweighed by the sheer euphoria of watching Shale—who had towered over her moments ago—now sit firmly below her vision.As the changes swept over her body, Lyre couldn’t help but reach down and start stroking herself. The feeling of sheer power filling her body was the most arousing thing she had ever felt. Muscles bulged under her skin as the fur spread down her other limbs. Her feet became massive paws and her hands sprouted razor-sharp claws. Breasts swelled alongside her burgeoning pectorals. Even the modest penis she was stroking grew into a girthy cock that made even her monstrous hands seem small in comparison. Every inch of her body was on fire, and it felt so fucking good! As the transformation at last reached Lyre head, she cried out in ecstasy. All of the hundreds fantasies she had of this night paled in comparison to the real thing. Every screaming orgasm she had stroked out of herself recalling the sight of her pack-mates transformations were nothing to the howl—the literal howl—she let out when her muzzle at last cracked into shape sent her hurtling over the edge. “Our newest sister has received her blessing and officially joined the pack!” cried Shale, their face fully transformed a wolfish muzzle. “Let us now join her in basking in the moons light, and teach her the wonders of her new form!” Lyre panted in lust as she watched her pack-mates throw of their robes and expose their naked forms to the moonlight. Already used to the transformation they changed far faster than she did. Eleven fully-formed werewolves closed in on her, cocks and pussy’s dripping with desire. Her own cock was still hard and ready for the all-night orgy with her at its centre.