A viral instagram influencer reveals a secret about himself to his followers.
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Carl exhaled as he clicked the circular white button that would begin his live Instagram feed. He positioned his iPad and flashed his trademark smile that had gotten him so incredible viral through the app.

"How you all doing this evening?' He exclaimed, smiling and feeling his cheeks spread as his wide smile erupted for all to see. He had perfect white teeth that shined, almost shined whenever he smiled. Many of his followers expressed that was one of his most attractive qualities.

"So, I wanted to say hi to you all this evening cause I wanted to do something different."

Carl's rise to fame in his viral career was undoubtedly his body. It went beyond his attractive Mexican-German heritage that made him stand out in the a crowd. Nor was it because he was in the American Navy and always took photographs of himself in uniform for many to drool over. It had much to do with the fact that he had an obscenely thick butt. His butt was so big and thick that followers even at one point had questioned whether it were real. It was, and it stood out far whenever he stood up. Much of his Instagram photos were of him wearing tight gray sweatpants, leaning over slightly to emphasize how well endowed his butt was. During the summer, he would have videos and photos of him pulling himself out of the pool, his bathing suit clinging to his butt and riding up it somewhat. He knew it was suggestive as ever, but he didn't care. He wanted his followers to drool over him. Yet, despite being a thick guy, he still sported a moderately defined four pack, making his appeal even more stunning.

"I know many of you logged onto this live feed tonight cause you may have thought this was another time I would show off my twerking skills." Carl did that often. "No, I actually want to show you all a different side of me this evening. So some of you have sent me messages asking why I'm single and 'oh how can you possibly be single.' Well, tonight I wanted to answer that question. It started when I was 16 and was out camping with friends. I was attacked by some kind of animal and it bit me hard. I recovered decently enough, but it changed me. Forever changed me. There's no better way to say this, but I'm a werewolf."

He paused for a minute and flashed his smile again. He could see the comments soaring and the reaction emojis going wild. "Don't believe me? I figure you all wouldn't," he continued. "Well tonight is a full moon and I'm gonna prove it to you all. Moonrise is almost here and I'm gonna show you all what I am. And let me answer it now, transforming hurts. So if you're faint-hearted or don't think you can handle it, just sign off from here now."

Carl closed his eyes and his breathing labored slightly. "It's already happening." He gritted his teeth. "Oh god, this hurts so much."

He could feel his body getting hot. He lifted his hands towards the camera just as his hands began to lengthen. His fingers recoiled somewhat as his palms stretched forward, popping ligaments and bone in the process. Carl hoped his followers could hear it. He reversed the angle of his growing paws to reveal his fingernails were changing to their gross yellow-hue color and extending outwards into claws. "It...isn't...always starting like this," he panted into the camera through his pain. "My transformation decided to start this way this time."

Carl stood up abruptly and used his paws to lift his shirt. Fur was rapidly sprouting and covering his smooth tan body. The hair was light brown and looked intrusive on Carl's body. At the same time his four-pack began to quiver and pop out, pushing forward. He gritted his teeth and moaned as his lower two abs pushed outwards, creating a clearly defined six-pack. "I'm more...muscular as a werewolf," he managed to say.

"Ow!" Carl hunched over, nearly falling over. He braced himself against the wall as his back muscle thickened and his spine shot upwards. Carl moaned in pain, yet tried to be self-aware that he was still in the line of the camera lense. He could see from the iPad screen that the comments were soaring.

He felt his back finish arching, but not before it ripped over the back of his t-shirt, revealing tuffs of brown fur pouring out. The pain traveled down to his tailbone and he knew what was coming. "You all like my butt, right?" He managed to say to the camera, saliva spitting everywhere as he tried to maintain his human voice. "Watch what happens to it!"

Carl, still bracing against the wall, arched his butt outwards, directing it right at the camera. He wanted to give his followers the full experience. He groaned in pain as his tail pushed down and collided uncomfortably with the seat of his gray sweatpants. The tail pushed the sweats out dramatically before tearing out. It wagged incessantly, almost as if it were aware of its viral attention. As it wagged, it further tore his sweat pants, revealing his butt to be fully covered in fur.

Carl stood side-profile towards the camera, half transformed, and howled loudly upwards towards the ceiling. He didn't want to inform his followers, but his vocal cords were now gone, surrendered to the wolf he was becoming. As he howled, his ears pointed and stretched up the side of his head. He stumbled closer to the camera to reveal their growth.

He growled in pain opened his mouth to reveal his molars extending into fangs, just as his biceps thickened twice their size and tore the sleeves of his t-shirt. His chest thickened even more, straining his shirt tight against his body. Fur was pouring from his sleeves and neckline.

Carl, unable to stand any longer, fell to the floor on his back. He had tested the camera angel earlier in the day and knew his followers would still be able to see his withering on the floor as he submitted to the werewolf he was. He lifted up his feet, directing them at the camera as his feet elongated in size. He howled and growled in pain as his feet transitioned and his toenails sharpened into claws, ripping out of the front of his socks. He could feel his tail wagging furious as he endured the pain and thumped against the wood floor.

He rolled onto his stomach and got on all fours, the position most comfortable. He could feel his shirt and sweatpants tearing off of the remainder of his body just as he felt the pressure in his face push forward. His nose and mouth extended into a muzzle as his eyes changed to blood-red. He hoped his followers would especially be able to see how his eyes changed, but he suspected he was too far from the camera for such a detail to be noticed.

Knowing he was about to go feral, Carl, fully transformed, lunged at the iPad. He growled, baring his fangs and sharpened teeth, as his lethal paw slammed his iPad shut and disconnected him from his live feed.

There, he thought to himself. I showed them all I'm more than an attractive body...Tomorrow's live feed will be focused on me taking dating applications!

That was Carl's final thought as the full moon fully absorbed his mind and he growled with hunger. The werewolf looked to the opened window that Carl had strategically left open an hour prior and dove out of it into the night, ready to hunt, ready to cause havoc.