Jax, a 28-year-old adventurer with a hidden lycanthropic heritage, awoke strapped to a cold metallic table in a sterile alien laboratory. The room hummed with unfamiliar technology, glowing monitors displaying scans of his body. He had been hiking alone when a beam of light snatched him from Earth, and now he was light-years away on a planet orbiting three moons. The aliens, tall slender beings with iridescent skin, chittered in their language, probing him with sensors. They didn’t know his secret: he was a werewolf, and full moons triggered his transformation. But here, there were three moons, each rising at different times, and Jax soon learned each had a distinct effect.
As the first moon crested the horizon, its silver light filtered through the domed ceiling. Jax’s body began to shift, muscles bulging, fur sprouting in patches. But this moon amplified his strength, turning his usual wolf form into something hyper-muscular, veins pulsing with raw power. The aliens watched in fascination, their probes recording every change. Jax strained against his restraints, his cock hardening as the transformation sent waves of euphoric energy through him. The second moon rose shortly after, its crimson glow overlaying the first. This one targeted his erogenous zones, causing his genitals to swell and transform. His shaft lengthened, thickening into a ridged, bestial member, while new sensitive spots emerged along his body. Pre-cum dripped as the aliens adjusted their instruments, one tentacle-like appendage brushing against his altered form, sending shocks of pleasure.
Jax growled, half in rage, half in arousal, as the changes intensified. The aliens, intrigued by this unexpected reaction, decided to study his responses more intimately. They released a gas into the chamber, heightening his senses, making every touch electric. One alien approached, its appendages exploring his transformed body, tracing the new contours of muscle and fur. Jax’s mind fogged with lust, the body transformation kink taking hold as he embraced the monstrous evolution. The third moon ascended, its violet hue merging with the others, triggering a final shift: fluidity. His body became malleable, bones softening, allowing him to contort in impossible ways. The aliens manipulated him, bending his limbs into positions that exposed every inch, their tools stimulating the new erogenous zones.
In the throes of hardcore ecstasy, Jax’s transformed cock throbbed, the ridges pulsing as an alien appendage wrapped around it, stroking with precise, mechanical rhythm. He howled, the triple moon effects turning him into a being of pure sensation, his body a canvas of endless transformation. They forced him to the edge, denying release until data was collected, then allowing a explosive climax that painted the lab in his essence. Hours turned to days, each lunar cycle bringing new variations: one night, his chest swelled with temporary breasts, sensitive nipples begging for torment; another, his ass reshaped into a plush, inviting form. The aliens bred experiments, injecting serums that enhanced the changes, turning Jax into their perfect specimen of body transformation erotica.
Yet, amid the humiliation and pleasure, Jax plotted escape, his enhanced forms giving him strength. But the kink of transformation addicted him, each moonrise a promise of more twisted bliss. When he finally broke free, his body forever altered, he carried the moons’ curse back to Earth, a werewolf evolved beyond imagination.