<br/>Snatching Vasha’s wrist and discarding it, Gabriel seethed with fury at being commanded so willfully.  That slut must be punished, he thought.  And what better way to punish her than…  Gabriel chuckled.  He stood up, looking at Vasha was a knowing glare, and he revealed in his metallic forearm a small compartment with two syringes.  Gabriel shook his head, laughing…<br/><br/>“Oh, Vasha… you are so going to get it.”<br/><br/>Gabriel grabbed one syringe and slid it into his neck, shooting it up into his artery.  Then, he grabbed the other one and slammed the needle into his thigh.  He began to laugh maniacally.<br/><br/>His blood engorged cock, with its vein enlaced shaft, began to thicken and grow to an inhuman proportion.  The flesh at the base of that thick pole became leathery, and then, white fur grew over his pelvis, abdomen, thighs.  The metamorphosis was most apparent in his extremities:  his feet became large and flat with huge claws at the ends.  His fingertips on his flesh hand split, and claws emerged from his fingers.  His shoulders broadened, his legs developed two joints, and his face...  Oh god, his face!  His lips curled in pain and glee as fangs formed and his mouth stretched forward.  His eyes grew large, his head sunk low, and Gabriel—no longer Gabriel but an anthropomorphic timberwolf—hovered over poor Vasha.  He stood at 9 feet.<br/><br/>“Heheh…  I am going to split you in half, love.”<br/><br/>Vasha was a crazy woman.  She loved it when he became a wolf.  He splashed unto her, the table breaking underneath his great mass.  And, pinning Vasha down with her stomach against the surface of the broken table, inserted a small portion of his now grotesquely and obscenely large cock into her wet snatch.  He crouched, clawing her hips up into an angle, to deliver his large payload with the eagerness and power of an animal.<br/><br/>