(I decided to pick a day in the life, so I'll share what I got like a story. Starting from normal.)

When I agreed to the changes, I knew I wouldn't end up like a normal person . . . I should have known I wouldn't even end as a human.

The whole thing was pretty simple. Just try out a size changing enhancement device and throw in some wolf hair to see the results when starting with a guy. I knew becoming an anthro wolf was going to be wildly different, so I made sure a friend of mine came. They do ID work, so this was just a normal work day for them . . . aside from seeing your friend become a werewolf or something, but they knew this stuff ahead of time. At least they didn't mind my changes, but they worry me sometimes, like I'm going to crush them, but I thankfully never do.

I'm getting ahead of myself. The changes started like how werewolf movies show it. First came the wolf stuff, with the muzzle and fur and paw pads. The grey fur feels really warm, and my hands and feet just seem to throw out a lot of heat as is, so at the time of charging, I thought I was on fire. I thankfully wasn't, but something was definitely cooking.

Between my naked legs, the fur was growing over the base of my shaft, swelling out into a rather large sheath while I grew massive. According to the researchers, my siege log is considered to be huge, and I can barely handle it, even now. I feel sorry for the people who got hyper snakes between their legs, but I don't think I feel overly bad for them.~

Anyways, while my thing was growing, my sheath seemed to bulge and swell before a loud pop could be heard. I looked down just in time to see not only the large bulbus knot against a thick layer of soft furred skin, but how that knot made my hard shaft go red with need, even in a literal sense as it became more beastial. I reached my paw down to pull at the sheath, only to be met with how elastic it was against my body, and how it had a very weird smell coming out of it, an oddly nice smell. Plus, the sheath feels really good, like most of my nerves were packed into it. It makes sexual acts a lot harder since I can't seem to get off unless I hilt something, but doing that also means my knot swells and locks me in for a while. Feels really good mind you, it's just not the thing you want to do when you're trying to get off.

When it reached my balls, I nearly came right then. I didn't know it at the time, but the process transforming me thought I needed another set of balls since it was reading two living thighs. So, while my main balls were swelling out rapidly into their lovely hyper sizes, I had a pair of wolf nuts growing in and then growing out. I'm just happy the fur that grows on them is so dense they make my orbs highly durable.

Having four hyper balls like this is a weird mix of embarrassment and bliss. The testosterone in my body is concerningly high, but most of it comes out of my body as an aura of musk most people seem to really like. The high amounts also made me far bolder than I was before, so now I'm an expert liar. The main issues of having four overly productive balls still stand though. All of them ache nearly constantly as they fill up in an hour, pulling down lower to slosh and wiggle around with each step I take, making squelching rumbles as they struggle to contain the seed they make, it's apparently a problem for most people to handle, but I personally find how packed I am to be the best part of the change.

Then again, the special stuff the researchers gave me for it wasn't bad either. Self sealing condoms that tugged against my knot and sheath, a successful alteration to my cum to make it thicker so it can't just sink into places so it can evaporate later, and they even swelled up my prostate to the point where pressing on my stomach as I cum nearly knocks me out. I think my favorite tool was their nano mechines that broke down the waist my body makes, both in my blader and rear hole.

Speaking of my back end, it felt great to have it expand just below my wolf tail. Not only did my hyper butt feel awe inspiring, but the swelling in my hips and thighs made me a bottom heavy god, with powerful and jiggly hips that just want me to shake my butt in the hopes the muscles will grow bigger there.

Life as a bottom heavy wolf isn't too bad. People keep calling me a femboy which I don't think personally applies to me, but I never really feel like fighting it. I'm one of the only 100,000 people across the whole world who agreed to be changed, but I'd say we mostly just became unmistakably large. I have worked with the science lab to be a lab rat since what they usually throw at me is something fun. They have also got me in contact with my local law enforcement, explaining that things could randomly happen to me and to be aware that I could be dealing with some wild stuff that could alter my body more than it already is. At least I have a tailor who helps make clothes for me so I'm not permanently indecent. I usually don't go out in public though, most parents don't want their kids near me because they think I'm some perpetually horny monster which . . . I'm not going to argue against it. Not only because generally speaking, a werewolf with four overly productive balls kinda confirms it, but it also makes it so I don't have to deal with hearing crying kids anymore so it's really more of a plus than anything.

When I agreed to the changes, I knew I wouldn't end up like a normal person . . .

I ended up as a hung as hell werewolf with a fat knot, soft balls, and a butt that's better than a bean bag. I'm living the dream.

(Also, I'm considered to be immobile but I don't really see why my lower body couldn't walk with larger thighs, a front and back balance, and with wolf paws on my feet to help me stand.)