Teresa hated these corporate Christmas “parties

Title: The Party

Author: Kamiki

Contact: kamiki@kamiki

Teresa hated these corporate Christmas “parties.” Every year, she was forced to waste the first Saturday evening of December playing nice with coworkers that annoyed her and bosses she hated. What was the point of being forced to mingle anyway? Most of the office workers were married, and inter-office dating wasn’t allowed even if she did manage to find an eligible bachelor.

Teresa fidgeted with her pearls around her neck and smoothed down her emerald green gown. At least it gave her an excuse to dress up, she thought. With her deep chestnut hair and hazel eyes, the green clingy dress she wore this year really made her look stunning. But, again, it was to no avail. Stunning as she might be, she saw no one potentially datable in the sea of geeky data entry personal or preppy PR staff that were making small talk with each other over sickenly familiar Christmas carols.

“Would you like a drink?”

The deep, smooth voice brushed across her ear and sent a shiver of chills down Teresa’s spine and she spun around. Standing there holding a flute of champagne was the most gorgeous man Teresa had ever seen her life. He was a wearing a flattering dark blue suit, an outrageous red-and-green holiday tie, and a devilish smirk that would make Satan himself stop for pause. His light brown hair was clean and well-groomed, but had just enough hairs out of place to give him a cute boyish charm.

“You startled me!” Teresa stammered out as she looked him over. “But thank you…. I would love a drink.” She did her best to cover her surprise with a coy smile.

He nodded and handed her the flute, making her his fingers lingered on hers just a fraction of a second longer than they should. Teresa swallowed and looked back up to the man. “I haven’t seen you around the office before?”

He shook his head. “I’m Natalie’s cousin, Sean. I was in town with nothing to do tonight, and Nat’s husband’s away of business so… we decided to make a night of it. She didn’t want to come alone and I didn’t really want to sit at home with nothing to do.”

Teresa smiled and nodded, trying to look interested, but she barely heard a word he was saying. She was too busy staring at his eyes – they were green, but seemed so….deep. Predatory. She didn’t know to explain it, but she was lost in them. Unconsciously, her painted fingertips found their way to the edge of her glass, circling around the rim as she stared at him.

Sean’s eyes dropped to her fingers on the glass and looked back at her with a coy smirk and a cock of his left eyebrow. Suddenly, Teresa realized what she was doing and gave an embarrassed smile. She had avoided drinking it despite saying how much she wanted a drink, knowing full well that if she allowed herself to get tipsy around this man...she would definitely be inviting him back to her apartment. But…would that really be so bad? she thought to herself. It had been… too long since she had inviting a man over to stay… and it was a party after all…

The internal debate in her head was put to a quick halt when Sean smiled and gave her a friendly, teasing wink. She quickly put the flute to her lips and downed the bubbly liquid inside. She blinked a few times… whatever that was she drank… if it was champagne it was the best damn champagne she’d ever had. It left a heady, fruity flavor in her mouth, and a warm tingly sensation down her throat as she swallowed.

Sean was continuing to talk to her… but as much as Teresa wanted to listen, she couldn’t concentrate on his words no matter how hard she tried. She continued to stare at his eyes, until the warmth of the alcohol, or whatever it was, spread down her torso and seemed to inflame her groin. Her eyes subconsciously dropped to his groin in response, her mind beginning to send a few teasing images of what she might find underneath…

Teresa caught herself looking, and realizing was she was thinking, she straightened up quickly, looking back up to his face and praying he didn’t catch her staring at his crotch.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Oh? Yeah.. I’m…” she suddenly realized she was feeling very hot…her dress clinging to her curves was becoming more and more uncomfortable than empowering. “Is it hot in here to you?”

“No…I’m fine,” Sean said with an almost suspicious calmness. “Maybe you should get outside for some fresh air?”

What a beautiful suggestion! “Yes…if you’ll please excuse me…” Teresa did her best to keep from running towards the door. She felt like she was suffocating in the crowded room. She pushed open the glass doors and the blast of cold December air on her face felt so good she had to bite down on her lips to keep from moaning. It was short-lived however, because her body was quickly heating more, and she felt like she was on fire under her dress.

A few employees that were hovering near the door smoking looked at her oddly. Now soaking wet with sweat, Teresa began to stumble around the edge of the building, heading towards the back where people weren’t staring at her. Her feet arched terribly in her high-heel shoes, and her dress was beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. Just as she stumbled out of a view and immediate hearing range of the smoking people, Teresa doubled over as a wave of pain came over her.

It felt like someone was trying to rip her apart. Her body began to gain mass, and she felt her shins spasm in pain as she tried to stand upright. The heat was pouring off her as the pain in her feet intensified and she felt her toes rip through her heels. She looked down in horror and shook off the remainder of her shoes. Her feet were lengthening, with dark course hair growing on the tops of her feet. Her toenails were thickening and blackening as she watched. Horrified, she looks at her hands and noticed they were doing the same thing… she turned her hands over and stared as her palms… thick, dark, callous-like pads began to form on the pads of her fingers and on her palm.

Letting out a painful scream, she finally lost her balance as her weight shifted. She hit the ground hard as her ears filled with the gut-wrenching sound of bones popping and seams ripping. As her shoulders began to widen, hair began to trickle down her face and back. Her dress was tight to the point of unbearable pain now and she used her claw-like nails to rip it off. Her jaw pulsed as her teeth grew and stretched her jawbone. She jerked up on her knees and grabbed at her breasts that her now pounding with pain. As her shoulders widened, it seemed to stretch the skin on her chest, pushing her breasts tight against her now wider ribcage. Hair flooded over her chest and horrified tears began to slip down her face as her breasts completely receded into herself, leaving behind only large pectoral muscles.

Then, all the heat in her body began to flood down to her groin. Her crotch throbbed under her tight underwear and she could help but grab for herself with her large, paw-like hands. She shrieked as soon as her hands flew to her groin…something was definitely wrong down there. She forced herself back on her haunches and looked down. Something was straining at her underwear…in the front and the back. She ripped them away and felt a small flood of relief as her tail, having been cramped down in the panties, sprang free. But the relief was fleeting, as Teresa looked down in horror at the small penis that began to grow from where her womanhood used to be. She clenched her teeth tight… pressure in her groin was so intense it was becoming painful. The pressure seemed to force her new member to grow, hard and hot against her hand. She grabbed herself, not knowing what else to do, shameful as a moan escaped her mouth.

She lay back on her haunches, panting as she felt her mouth stretching and reforming. Seemingly overcome with the need to relieve the pressure, she began to pull and stroke at her knew member. The heat intensified and she groaned and worked harder at her crotch, the rest of the fur spreading over her body. After what seemed like an agonizing long time, her orgasm exploded through her body. She let out a strangled howl of pleasure as the heat flooded from her body and she collapsed on the ground as the pain and pressure melted away. She felt her body slide into a new position, and as the shudders began to subside, she tied to get up.

She pulled herself up on her four legs and tried to push herself up standing. She wobbled a bit before falling back to all fours. She looked over herself… the fear replaced with exhaustion from the release and a new feral desire she couldn’t pinpoint. She was a huge, quadripedal male wolf, standing alone in the parking lot of her office, the remainder of her clothes strewn around her in shreds.. She panted in the cool December hair and shook out her fur.

Her ears perked up as she heard something approach from the distance. Three other large wolves padded out from the darkness, led by one that had haunting familiar green, predatory eyes.

“Welcome to our pack….”