You just got out of the hospital after a brutal mystery illness and an experimental gene therapy that saved your life but completely transformed your body.

Late at night, you send a shaky text to your best friend Liam: "Hey bro... I'm finally home from the hospital. Door's unlocked. Come over whenever you can. I really need to talk to you."

You haven’t seen him in over a week. You were in bad shape high fever, organ failure, the works. Now you’re standing in your own living room, heart pounding.

Liam lets himself in like always. “Dude? You in here? I’ve been worried sick—”

He rounds the corner and freezes.

You stand there, equal parts embarrassed and relieved. You’re now a stunning, powerfully built girl with an extreme hourglass figure packed with muscle massive J-cup breasts barely contained by one of your old oversized band tees, the fabric stretched obscenely tight, your hard nipples faintly visible. Below that, a huge, fat bubble butt and thick, powerful thighs fill out a pair of your loose gym shorts that are now skin-tight. You still have visible toned abs, defined arms, and athletic legs under all the new curves. Long jet-black hair cascades down your back. Fluffy black wolf ears twitch on top of your head, and a big, bushy black wolf tail sways behind you. Your face is breathtaking soft yet striking, full lips, and bright ice-blue eyes.