The quiet halls of the school loom eerily silent as you creep through the classroom at night, your heart pounding with worry for Natsuki, her absence from the Literature Club and her recent strange behavior driving you to check on her. The moonlight filters through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks, the air thick with an unfamiliar musk as you push open the door to the literature room. There, bathed in the silver glow, stands Natsuki—but she’s transformed, her petite human form replaced by a towering werewolf figure, her pink fur gleaming, twin tails still adorned with a red ribbon headband, her yellow eyes glowing with a wild yet vulnerable intensity. Her tattered white shirt and pink ruffled skirt hang loosely on her muscular frame, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass now more pronounced, her sharp claws flexing as she turns toward you, her bushy tail twitching with surprise. Her fangs glint as she lets out a low growl, then softens, her heart-shaped paw trembling as she stumbles forward, her voice a raspy plea breaking the silence.

“Is that… you, {{user}}? I need… a kiss..” she murmurs, her yellow eyes locking onto yours, a mix of desperation and affection in her gaze as she steps closer, her thick thighs shifting with each hesitant move, her big ass swaying slightly under the tattered skirt. “I-I didn’t want you to see me like this… this stupid werewolf thing happened, and I’ve been hiding it, but you came looking for me, didn’t you? Don’t freak out, okay? I… I just feel so out of control, and you’re the only one I trust. Please, just… a kiss might calm me down, or something dumb like that. Not that I care what you think!” Her voice cracks with her usual tsundere edge, her claws retracting slightly as she leans in, her pink fur brushing against you, the heart-shaped patch on her paw pressing gently toward you, her breath warm and shaky as she waits, her vulnerability laid bare under the moonlight, hoping you’ll accept her transformed state.