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Were-Scene #2: Mojalth by Zeichwolf

“Ahh, nothing like a cheat day to relax.” Mojalth found himself settling into his chair, the smell of greasy food from the bag next to him and the comfort of the cushioned seat making it the perfect start for the weekend ahead. The minotaur had loosened his tie after a long day of work, letting it hang around his shoulders undone while unbuttoning the top few buttons of his white shirt, freeing his thick neck from the tight confines of his work clothing, leaving him to simply relax in front of the television, able to enjoy the two days away from a boring work environment. Minotaurs just weren't made for desks and paperwork, yet here he was, so he enjoyed what little breaks he got. Untucking his shirt and discarding his belt to hang across the back of his chair, Mojalth put his feet up and settled in for a lazy night.

As he did so, however, the minotaur's ears caught the screech of tires, like someone stopping in a hurry. Frowning and taking a forlorn look at the bag of fast food nearby, Mojalth sighed and pushed himself wearily to his feet, making his way for the window. It sounded like the noise had come from Light's house, but the Floatzel had always been a pretty good driver. He wasn't one to get drunk, and he was generally pretty quiet. Maybe Mojalth had just misjudged the distance, and it was a house past his neighbor's. Either way, someone was making a racket, and it was ruining cheat night, so the minotaur decided to investigate it. At worst, he'd go over and act a little intimidating to quiet things down, and then he could get back to his easy night.

It wasn't hard to be intimidating when you were as large as Mojalth was. He was a fairly tall individual, and the horns on his head only added to that. Thin fur coated his body, but it accentuated his large figure quite visibly. His shoulders strained his work shirt despite it being a 2XL, while his broad chest drew the buttons tight across it. If his chest was wide, however, his middle was almost as much so, a thick gut pooching out and creating a small gap between two of the lower buttons. No one saw it, or if they did, no one had said anything, so Mojalth paid it no mind; if he had a little bit of extra bulk around his middle, at least it was solid, a firm muscle-gut instead of a soft, wobbling one. But all the size was enough to allow him to simply loom over any troublemakers before they'd begin to behave, intimidated by one as big as the minotaur.

Moving to the window, Mojalth parted the blinds with two large fingers, peeking out through the opening. He caught sight of Light climbing out of his car, looking a little shaken; perhaps he had just arrived home. But why was he in such a hurry? What was bothering him? Concerned for a moment, Mojalth considered going outside and visiting his neighbor to make sure everything was okay, but he paused, waiting; perhaps it would be best to leave things alone for the time being. After all, there wasn't much he could do to help, except perhaps offer to beat someone up. But Light was a pretty strong fellow himself, so Mojalth's presence would be just a little redundant. In the end, the minotaur decided that it would be best to just let things go for now.

Moving back towards his chair, the big bull set himself in it once again, grabbing the bag of food by his side. It was starting to cool, much to Mojalth's dismay, but it was still warm enough to be good. Grabbing a large burger out of the bag, the minotaur began to unwrap his greasy treat from its tinfoil covering... only to be interrupted once more, this time by a loud crash from next door. This time, there was no doubt that the sound had come from Light's house, and it didn't sound good. Swearing softly to himself, Mojalth re-wrapped his sandwich and tucked it in the bag, taking the whole thing and placing it on the kitchen counter as a reminder to himself to re-heat his food when he got back. Re-heated fast food wasn't always the best, but he wasn't going to miss out on his cheat day.

For now, though, Mojalth re-did the buttons on his shirt and grabbed a jacket, as the night was getting fairly cool. Tugging the light coat over his arms, the minotaur grabbed his keys and headed out the door, locking it behind him as he made his way down the walkway and across the lawn, making a beeline towards Light's front door. Hopefully everything was alright and the Floatzel was just being a bit rowdy; Mojalth wanted to be in and out so that he could go back to his burger and relax for the evening. Huffing as he made his way across the lawn, the minotaur quickly ascended the steps and made his way to the door, listening for a moment. There were no further sounds from inside, though the lights were still on, so Light hadn't gone to bed. Yet despite that, Mojalth felt a bit uneasy, even as he reached up to knock heavily on the door.

There was no answer, even as Mojalth waited for a minute. Another knock yielded the same, and even ringing the doorbell was greeted with silence. Frowning to himself, Mojalth tried to look through the peephole at the top, but couldn't see anything through it. After considering for a moment and wondering what to do, the minotaur finally decided to try the handle. Surprisingly, the door swung open rather easily; apparently, Light had forgotten to lock it behind him. A bit uncomfortable at intruding in someone's house, especially when they were home, Mojalth looked in and called out. “Light? Everything okay here? I heard a crash, just wanted to check in...” His words echoed through the downstairs, but there was still no response.

Frowning, Mojalth stepped in, calling out again. “I'm coming in, Light. I'm just checking on things. Sorry to intrude...” The minotaur checked the living room first, but there was nothing there; the seat had a small indent on it, like someone had been sitting there only a few minutes before, but there was no other indication of anyone around. Mojalth made his way down towards the kitchen, seeing a light on; perhaps Light had just knocked something over in there, and that's what he had heard. But then why wouldn't his neighbor have answered? He wasn't unconscious or something, was he? Suddenly concerned, Mojalth picked up his pace, rounding the corner and entering the room...

Only to be greeted by a wall of charcoal gray fur. Blinking in surprise, Mojalth looked up to see a rather... well, to call it fat, portly, or obese were all understatements. But there was an absolutely enormous wolf filling up a good portion of the kitchen; perched atop its massive belly, legs that were as thick as Mojalth's waist failed to reach the ground, while multiple chins pressed against a thick roll of chest fat, the creature so enormously overweight that it was literally immobilized. How had this gotten here? Was this some kind of pet? For a moment, the minotaur almost wondered if it was even real, as only the eyes following him indicated that it wasn't some kind of inflated prop. Yet it was obviously alive, judging by the very subtle heaving of its flanks, causing slight ripples through its flab.

“Huh... so what are you, big guy?” Mojalth leaned in curiously, reaching to pat at the thing's side. The fur was warm, and there was a slight give as the minotaur pushed into the tremendously fat flank. Giving it an experimental shake, Mojalth was amused at the wolf's wobbling and jiggling. “Well, you're big, at very least. But you seem friendly enough.” The minotaur's hand ran along the wolf's side, scritching and rubbing gently. “So where's your master, huh? Did Light wander off somewhere? Maybe you just knocked something over, and that's what I heard...” Slowly Mojalth's hand grew closer and closer to the creature's neck and head, yet it didn't seem to be bothered with his presence. The bull was becoming a bit more relaxed; this was obviously just some completely overfed house pet, or something. Not a monster...

Of course, that was until the thing turned its head suddenly and bit at him. Mojalth yanked his hand back, but not before those teeth scraped along his palm and the back of his hand. Hissing at the gouges in his hand, the minotaur stepped back, out of the creature's way as it snarled and growled at him, suddenly looking ten times more ferocious. Rubbing at the injury, the bull frowned, looking around for a paper towel or something he could use as a makeshift bandage; he had been bitten by animals before, so he knew that he had to treat it first, and then make sure the thing wasn't rabid. After that, he could continue looking for Light or, bar that, call animal control to deal with a very, very strange wolf.

It was easy enough to get his hand wrapped up, and Mojalth did a quick inspection of the house, finding nothing; it seemed that though Light had come home, he must have left at some point, perhaps going out for a walk. That was what he hoped had happened, anyway; the minotaur was starting to feel just a little uncomfortable now, wondering what was going on. It didn't help that the wolf downstairs was still snarling and growling, like it had done when it had bitten him. Worse yet, Mojalth thought he heard it actually speaking between those growls, but that couldn't be; it was just some overgrown, temperamental pet. No way it was speaking clearly. Yet as the minotaur listened, he still swore he heard words. “Bit you... gonna bite more... bite, bite, gonna bite...”

Rubbing at his hand, which was still throbbing, Mojalth looked around for a phone so that he could call animal control or something. His hand hurt, but there was also a strange tingling sensation going on as well, sort of like his hand was falling asleep. He hoped that the wolf wasn't rabid or something, but it didn't seem like it; there was no foaming, and the biting could be attributed to a bad temper. Surely it was just the shock of the situation. Shaking his hand again, the minotaur kept looking for the phone; he had seen one in the kitchen with the massive wolf, but he wasn't going in there again if he could avoid it. Maybe there was another one upstairs...

As he looked around in what appeared to be the bedroom, the tingling in his hand grew worse, starting to spread up his arm. Frowning, Mojalth looked down at his hand, only to pause, frowning; the normal light dusting of fur across the back of his hands, normally a reddish-brown color, was darkening to look almost gray. Not only that, but it was growing thicker, curlier, like it was growing by the moment. Weirder yet, his fingers were twitching oddly, and the nails felt weird. On closer examination, Mojalth paused, realizing that the nails were actually vanishing into the flesh. Instead, claws were beginning to poke out from the end of each finger, tips pointed and sharp. It didn't hurt as they grew in, but it certainly felt... well, strange.

“What the heck...” Mojalth groaned as the tingling continued up his arm. He looked down to see fur sprouting all along the limb, dark gray in color much like the wolf's downstairs. But it wasn't just the fur; his arm felt strange, almost like he was flexing it again and again. Indeed, the muscles in his arm did contract, swelling with each flex, but they didn't shrink back down. Instead, it was almost like watching a bike pump; each flex caused the arm to swell bigger and bigger, the muscles growing more dense, firmer, larger than they were before. And as that tingling sensation continued to spread throughout Mojalth's body, so too did the sense of flexing.

The spread of fur continued along Mojalth's shoulder and to his chest, the thick muscles of his pectoral shelf bulging larger. Before his chest had been fairly thick, but had lost some definition due to the extra weight on his body. Now, however, the muscles swelled out, fully cut and revealed, stretching his shirt tight across it. A button pinged off even as the minotaur suddenly felt his breathing become a bit more constricted, the spread of fur across his neck causing it to swell and thicken, though the widening of his shoulder and chest made it seem insignificantly short compared to the rest of him. Quickly Mojalth reached up with his swollen arm, almost reflexively, and tore at his shirt, causing buttons to pop off and bounce to the floor as he freed himself from it. The seams tore around his arm, and as he ripped his shirt off, the sleeve itself became detached, the rags of it clinging to his swollen arm as it continued to pump bigger.

Mojalth felt his jaw shift, his flat teeth becoming rapidly more pointed as they grew longer, forcing one another apart. His nose felt odd, almost moist, and felt like it was further away than before, while his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the upstairs rapidly. There was a slight headache as his horns sunk into his head, disappearing as his ears pointed further, and his breathing became heavier as his jaws were forced open, the transforming minotaur panting between his pointed teeth. Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice was speaking to him, telling him to bite. Bite, bite, bite, it said, but it didn't say what, who, how... Mojalth just felt strangely dizzy as he clutched at his head, trying to make sense of everything, sitting down heavily on the bed as he continued to change.

The former minotaur's height continued to increase as his muscles swelled out bigger; his shoulders swelled thick, his traps and chest making his neck almost nonexistent between the slabs of muscle. His back broadened, and his middle thickened, yet the gut that he had possessed for a while was now gone, buried beneath a fresh layer of muscle that ran down Mojalth's stomach like a line of bricks. Thick abs, hard as steel, now took the place of the bull's muscle-gut, supporting his upper body as it continued to grow bigger, chest bulking out more by the moment. His lower body had yet to fully shift as the fur continued down his hips, but thankfully he was sitting, lest his smaller lower half be unable to support the weight.

As the fur continued to spread down Mojalth's back and legs, he felt his pants begin to strain around his bulking form too. His thick rear bulged outwards, swollen and round, while his quads practically burst through the fabric of his dress pants like some Hulk knock-off. He was thankful that his belt had been taken off, lest it cut into his waist, yet it was a scarce comfort as the waistband of his pants made up for it instead. The former minotaur's legs continued to bulk outwards, ripping through the majority of his pants, leaving only a small amount around his upper thighs and waist intact. A moment later, his legs popped, and the knees shifted, causing him to yelp in shock, a very un-bull-like sound. Clamping his paws over his muzzle—yes, he certainly had lupine paws, now—in surprise, Mojalth could only look as they shifted into a digitigrade setup, bent backwards so that he could rest on his toes, which grew thicker as claws emerged from them too. He looked just like...

And then it hit him. Mojalth realized that he looked like the wolf downstairs! Of course, he wasn't a blob of fat like the last one, but... suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Could that have been Light? No, no, that wasn't possible... but here he was, changing as well! What was going on? Was it some sort of epidemic? Either way, he had to warn someone, and that's when the former minotaur's eyes caught a phone resting on the nightstand by the bed. Aha! Quickly, albeit with difficulty given his clawed paws instead of actual fingers, Mojalth tried to call 911, figuring that the police would be the best point of contact. It took a few tries and a few missed presses, but soon he had the phone ringing.

“Hello? This is 911, how can we help you?” Mojalth started to open his mouth to answer, but as he did, another rush of dizziness overtook him. Bite, bite, bite someone, you want to bite someone... The thoughts filled his head again, and stopped him from answering as he reeled back from that dizzying sensation. “Hello? Anyone there?” Once more the now-transformed wolf took a moment, trying to answer, but no words came out. Instead, another surge of power through his body caused his entire form to bulk up several more inches, causing him to drop the phone to the ground as he let out a long growl. A few more failed attempts by the operator to contact him eventually ended with a click as the line went dead, hung up from the other side, but Mojalth no longer cared; he had more important matters to deal with.

“Gotta bite, gotta find someone to bite...” He growled as he stood at his full height, his head crashing into the ceiling... and straight through it, his chin just above the ceiling's level. His shoulders brushed against it as well, but he cared little as he simply reached up and raked one enormous arm through the boards, tearing apart wood like it was paper and clearing out most of the floor above the bedroom. Plaster rained down, coating the bedroom in a white dust, but the former minotaur just brought his arm down, crashing it through the wall and tearing apart both wood and window in equal measures. The sheer mass of his arm prevented the glass from cutting him, the muscles so thick that they forced his limbs out to the sides even at rest, and soon a path was cleared for the massive, muscled wolf. Tearing out more of the wall, Mojalth finally made enough space that he could pull himself free, jumping to the lawn below with a loud growl. His golden eyes glowed in the moonlight as he looked around, searching for his next target...

Letting out a howl, the new wolf began his hunt.

Were-Scene #2: Mojalth

Zeichwolf

A continuation from the last Were-Scene, Mojalth hears several strange noises from his neighbor's house, only to find a rather large lupine looking down at him. When he gets bitten, he begins his own change...

Part two of my Were-Scenes, with many more to come in the days ahead! Keep an eye out for these streams!

Written for Mojalth over on FA.
Story by me.

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