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After becoming a werewolf, our little Lena never learned how to drive.. she felt it was too risky hearing about road rage, and of course what if there was a traffic jam in a full moon?! So she walks to and from her house. This walk home one evening would be far more eventful than she had anticipated..with a heavy grunt her limbs locked up forcing her to lean against something sturdy nearby. She felt her muscles immediately tightening. The redhead's feet were thickening in her boots. as they became confining to her feet. Her clothing were soon starting to buckle under the increasing levels of stress placed upon them. Even the most rugged and sturdy of fabrics were giving way to the savage nature underlying Lena's changing visage. Even Lena's voice had descended like an elevator gradually lowering in the shaft as she grunted, groaned, moaned, and growled. Soon her jeans were tearing to her swelling thighs, boots rent from her furred feet nearly exploding through their craftmanship. Her back broadened as it tore her tank AND her leather jacket..the lengthening hair atop her head was giving her ponytail the ultimate challenge to contain her hair neatly as it was quite the visual example of what was happening.. once clean kept becoming wild and unruly.

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Description

After becoming a werewolf, our little Lena never learned how to drive.. she felt it was too risky hearing about road rage, and of course what if there was a traffic jam in a full moon?! So she walks to and from her house. This walk home one evening would be far more eventful than she had anticipated..with a heavy grunt her limbs locked up forcing her to lean against something sturdy nearby. She felt her muscles immediately tightening. The redhead's feet were thickening in her boots. as they became confining to her feet. Her clothing were soon starting to buckle under the increasing levels of stress placed upon them. Even the most rugged and sturdy of fabrics were giving way to the savage nature underlying Lena's changing visage. Even Lena's voice had descended like an elevator gradually lowering in the shaft as she grunted, groaned, moaned, and growled. Soon her jeans were tearing to her swelling thighs, boots rent from her furred feet nearly exploding through their craftmanship. Her back broadened as it tore her tank AND her leather jacket..the lengthening hair atop her head was giving her ponytail the ultimate challenge to contain her hair neatly as it was quite the visual example of what was happening.. once clean kept becoming wild and unruly.

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oh my gosh.. I love this pic.. a great commission from " "