Nanako Dojima Werewolf TF 2 Story

It was another full moon in the quaint town of Inaba, and Nanako Dojima sat in a seiza position next to the table. Her eyes were glued to the television screen in front of her. It used to belong to her Big Bro, but she gets to keep it for herself as she gets older. Currently, the show that was running was "Magical Detective Loveline," a mystery show that she had loved since she was a child. The familiar theme music played, and Nanako couldn't help but smile.

But as she watched the show, Nanako's mind wandered to the impending transformation that she knew would happen tonight.

Nanako's thoughts drifted to that fateful field trip, the one that had changed her life forever. She remembered the moonlit night when she encountered the mysterious beast that had bitten her, turning her into the creature of the night she was now.

She had never been able to remember the creature much less the person behind the fur. The memories were hazy, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall the details, and it frustrated her.

The thought of the unknown werewolf made her stop focusing on the television screen for a few minutes now, not noticing that it was now on an Ad Break of another of her favorites, Junes. Nanako turned her attention to the full moon outside the window, its moonlight casting its glow over the room. Now she was sure that her transformation would begin soon.

Luckily, her father is conveniently away for work again, and even if he didn't, she hoped perhaps the TV's noises might obscure what she'd inevitably have to create. With the cue of her favorite jingle, she decided to stand up and stare at what was beyond her room, unsure whether she could test her wolf escaping on its own when the time came, instead of relying on her to give the way.

As she stared at the moon again, she came to a realization, that while she couldn’t remember for the life of her who made her like this… perhaps her wolf had better memories of it, or at least being able to scent it better. Indeed, this time, she couldn’t let her wolf just roam around with no purpose like a headless chicken… she needed it to seek the truth.

And yet, that task is definitely not easy. Not only did she need to be one with the wolf, but she also had to control its directive and instinct somewhat. She couldn't do that if she simply completely surrendered to her other self.

She slowly backed away from the window to prepare, but her trance was broken when her feet left a thud against the table. Knowing that she's running out of time, she takes all of her newfound and emerging strength to lift it aside as quickly as possible.

Once Nanako facilitated all the space she could possibly have, she took a deep breath and took off her vest in one fell swoop. Her hands then moved down, fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing her collarbone, smooth shoulders, and back. Next came her skirt, a gentle rustle as it pooled at her feet. She kicked off said skirt, followed by pulling her socks efficiently, one by one, leaving them scattered on the floor.

Her breaths grew deliberate, and her bra followed suit, revealing her chest once she unclasped it. Finally, she shed her panties softly, standing bare before the moonlight that shone through the glasses of her window.

With Nanako's body now exposed, she lowered herself onto all fours slowly but properly. And once she did it correctly, her muscles tensed, coiling with the anticipation of the change that was about to begin. She closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of her breath, the steady inhales and exhales echoing in the room.

And then, it started. The initial pain surged through her body like an electric current, and she jolted through it as a result. Her teeth began to sharpen, and she clenched her teeth into them grinding together as they shifted into feral points. She winced, feeling the ache in her gums as her once-human canines extended into dangerous fangs. "Ah... my teeth..." she muttered through clenched teeth, her voice strained with discomfort.

The changes didn't stop there. Her ears, once small and rounded, began to elongate, twitching and twisting as they took on a more lupine shape. The pain intensified, making her grip the tatami beneath her with her hands. She hoped she didn't leave clawed marks that would make anyone suspicious.

She groaned, her senses sharpening with each passing moment. She could hear distant sounds she had never noticed before, the world around her coming alive with sounds. As if she entered a whole new world beyond her room and her human understanding.

Her gaze shifted down to her hands, and she watched in awe and horror as her palms elongated, fingers stretching and thickening. Her once-manicured nails cracked and gave way to sharp, deadly claws. Nanako's eyes widened at the transformation, her hands now resembling the paws of a predatory beast. She flexed her fingers experimentally, feeling the newfound power and menace in her grasp.

The fur spread across Nanako's arms like wildfire, starting from her hands and creeping upward. It reached her shoulders, enveloping her in a thick coat of brown fur. Her arms, once delicate and slender, now bulged with newfound strength, and muscles rippled beneath the surface.

Simultaneously, her chest underwent its own change. A lighter shade of brown began to sprout between her breasts, spreading downward through her curves naturally.

As the fur grew, so did her physique. Nanako's abdomen began to sculpt, the contours of her abs becoming more defined with each passing moment. She closed her eyes and briefly moaned as she took it all in. She marveled at the transformation, feeling the raw energy coursing through her veins.

However, her eyes snapped away from her therapeutic change as her now lupine ears picked up the noise that was ringing next to her after she paid attention to the outside world for so long. Panic surged through Nanako as she realized the oversight she had made. "The... ah!... agh... the TV!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with realization. She hadn't turned it off before the transformation had taken hold.

With every movement of resistance, Nanako was met with waves of agony. Groans and cries escaped her lips as she fought through the pain. Unable to just ride through it anymore. Her body contorted and shifted, each movement accompanied by the loud, unsettling cracks of bone and sinew. Her back arched and her spine elongated, forming a much more muscular back, and widening her body.

"My feet! Not now! Aah!" Nanako's voice trembled with the strain, her transformation demanding its toll. Knowing that using her claws to use the remote is certainly impossible, she tried to crawl toward the television. But her elongating limbs made it a daunting task even after she had already been in her natural position for a while. Her toes stretched and twisted, adapting to a more canine position. Nails that were once human became sharp claws, and her thumbs are shrinking into dewclaws.

Nanako's involuntary, yet aroused moans filled the room as her transformation pressed on relentlessly. Unable to ignore it so that she could go back to her mission, her gaze shifted backward, and she watched in fascination and discomfort as her tailbone began to grow. The protrusion of bone extended into a tail, and fur sprouted from her back, following the contours of the appendage.

As her tail grew complete, Nanako couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement. It was a strange sensation amidst the pain. Her tail wagged involuntarily, and she found the motion oddly cute.

With sheer determination, she extended her arm toward the television to turn it off. However, her body was still in the throes of change, and her coordination failed. Her hand slipped into tapping the TV screen… at least, that's what should have happened. Instead, her hand created a ripple as if the Screen was a pool of water. The force of her actions dipped her hand through the TV screen instead, eliciting a startled yell from her. She panicked and tried to pull herself out, but she got stuck.

At that moment, an instinctual warning from her inner wolf surged, pulling her back. It was as if a primal force within her recognized a great danger, and it scared her that a deeply repressed part of her was somehow familiar with it. Thankfully, her inner wolf gave her the surge of pull needed to let her escape. Yet this came at the cost of putting her hand back to the floor, firmly locking her in a quadruped stance, unable to grip at anything like a human would, at least while she was still conscious.

Nanako, now back on all fours, gave up on her futile attempt to turn off the TV. She groaned in frustration and pain as her transformation continued unabated. Her room was filled with the sounds of cracking bones and stretching sinew as she succumbed to the irresistible pull of her wolfish nature.

Nanako's eyes flickered between her body that is racked by the painful transformation and the TV screen. Despite the excruciating changes coursing through her, the show "Magical Detective Loveline" still held her attention.

Her body was becoming more inhumane at the moment. Her torso is exploding to let out the night air to be vacuumed into her lungs. She roared with her still human voice, outclassing every other noise. As her once-human form gives way to a furry creature with powerful muscles and rows of sharp teeth.

And yet, as the mystery show continued to play, Nanako's determination surged. She couldn't help but feel an inspiration, she was still hopeful that she could uncover the identity of the one who had turned her into this, even after they played tug of war with her body being the rope.

As the transformation reached its final parts, her thoughts raced as she begged the wolf within her to find answers. Her pleas were desperate, her voice straining as her muzzle began to take shape, transforming her cries into haunting growls.

"Please... Wolf... for the last time... I beg of you... I need to know... who bit me... I need to—reach out... to the truth... and only after then... I could truly... accept YOUUUU-!"

Her voice cracked and morphed into a primal, mournful sound, echoing through the room. Her body now resembled that of a wolf, her human consciousness may have been replaced by one driven by feral instincts, and yet, her spirit remained unyielding.

The transformed Nanako stood tall on her hind legs, her wolfish form illuminated by the soft glow of the full moon. Instead of a howl, a deep growl rumbled in her chest, what lingers of her human self telling her that now was not the time for such a call.

Taking a step forward, she was met with an unexpected stumble. A low growl of frustration escaped her throat as she turned to identify the source of her stumble. Her eyes caught sight of the TV's cable lying on the floor, disconnected and the screen dark.

An annoyed huff escaped her as she stood up again and approached the window, ignoring how relieved her human self would have been. With a swift motion, she pushed it open and leaped into the night, her powerful limbs carrying her with grace and precision.

Nanako's senses were heightened, and she crouched and lowered her head, her nose near the ground as she began to sniff the air. She was on the hunt for a scent, the trail of the one who had bitten her those months ago. And once she starts to find the slightest semblance of it, she goes back to all fours to start her hunt. Her sense of smell, a gift of her supernatural nature, led her through the night, each inhalation bringing her closer to the answers she sought.

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As the morning light filtered through the trees, Nanako slowly stirred, her bare body aching with residual soreness from the night's transformation. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, memories of the previous night flooding back. "Ah right, that happened… but I think the Wolf is right, I’ll save that TV problem for later, for now, about who bit me…"

Surveying her surroundings, she realized she was in a forest, though she wasn't entirely sure which one. But at least she knew it had to be somewhere in Inaba, she was bitten during that School Campout after all. It was then that she noticed something in her hand.

"Glasses?" Nanako's brow furrowed in confusion as she examined the pair of broken and weathered square glasses. Even though they were repaired, the frame seemed fragile and on the brink of shattering. It must have been worn down after so many transformations, and this time the owner forgot to return and claim back. Alongside the glasses, she held a simple hairpin adorned with a small flower. Her heart skipped a beat. "Ah! The Wolf must have found this, but... who's their owner?"

A surge of curiosity overtook her, and Nanako leaned in closer to the items, her sense of smell still sharp from her recent transformation. She carefully sniffed both the glasses and the hairpin and as the familiar scent reached her, her eyes widened in astonishment. It was a scent she hadn't encountered in a long time, one that carried memories from her childhood.

"K-K-Kanami-san...?!" Nanako's voice wavered with disbelief.