Shifting Methods Novels & Stories

“So what’s wrong with shifting now? We did it before with your canines.” “We can’t, unlike my canines which we needed for the marking our first shift has to be under the full moon and if we have to do it without Axel and Wulfric, it will be almost as painful as the change originally was and because we didn’t shift that first full moon it will be more painful, anyway. We need our mate. He is the only one who can touch us during the shift and relieve the pain, anyone else, and the pain will be worse. However, once we have that first shift we can then fully shift whenever we want but like with lengthening my canines it will hurt to start with but the more often we do it the quicker it doesn’t h

“First, you need to strip off your clothes. You’re going to go through plenty of them anyway because you’ll forget to strip before you shift. So, save your mother a bit of stress and strip now.” I do as he says, feeling embarrassed that I’m standing naked in front of my parents. Thankfully, my mother doesn’t look directly at me, and my father acts like I still have my clothes on. I know it’s normal, but it feels weird. “The easiest way to do this the first couple of times is to crouch down or go onto all fours. It helps your wolf push forward because it’s a natural position for them to be in. As you become more used to shifting, you can practice shifting from a standing position and eventual

‘That was interesting,’ he nuzzled my neck, ‘clothes and all. “Fuck me,” Nathan stared at us, “now both of you can phase shift? How the hell man?” Dmitri and I both just shrugged. ‘Don’t shift, just be the wolf.’ I looped the whole pack in. Mark’s voiced echoed back to me, ‘Don’t think about the how, and focus on the what.’ Soon after, more and more people phased into wolves, or were able to shift with much less bone cracking or muscle tearing. ‘This is much better than speed,’ Lalita beamed.

You don't have to talk to me right now, you can just shift, go for the run, hunt and do whatever you want and we will talk after. After an extremely long monologue with myself, I waited for her to take over knowing full well she can't resist the opportunity to run and hunt with free reign to our body. A few minutes later, after what I think is a decision-making process with herself, I find myself shifting. I prepare for the passenger method and once again I am shifted to the back of my body. I tried to be as quiet as possible without sending any thoughts to her to make her angry or distracted.

Of course, she’s gorgeous. “That was a great shift,” Greg adds, switching straight into instructor mode. “For your second shift, you two did really well. We’ll work on some meditation techniques to speed it up, and we’ll get you shifting mid-fight too. Eventually, you’ll be able to shift on the move like a pro.” He smirks.

Sinful. I strutted to that pole like it owed me money. Wrapped my manicured fingers tight around the cold chrome, squeezed just to feel it bite back. I took one deep breath, my boobs rising, nipples already hard against the thin fabric. Then I started moving. Slow at first. Hips snaking, rolling deep like I was riding dick in slow motion. Back arched so hard my spine curved like a question mark nobody better answer wrong. I let the beat fuck me into it. Spun once as my hair lash wild, ass bouncing with the whip. Dropped low, knees wide, booty popping out, thighs splitting just enough to flash how soaked my pussy lips were already clinging to that thong.

Rylan said, the moment I cleared the door, "we work on transitioning back. Not just holding the shift. Shifting out of it cleanly." "What's wrong with how I do it now?" "You land on your hands and knees." "Dramatically," I added. "I land dramatically." "Smooth shifts save time," he said, ignoring me completely. "Time saves lives." I rolled my shoulders back. "Very inspiring." I shifted. Bones, fur, the world dropping two feet and rebuilding itself wider and sharper. The smells of the yard hit me all at once, damp soil, grass, Rylan's jacket, something dead and small near the far fence that we were all apparently pretending wasn't there.

“About the shifting?” She paused, her hands stilling for a brief second before continuing. “Ethan’s always serious. You’ll learn that soon enough.” “That’s not reassuring,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes away. The sound of rustling interjected the still air. “Good.“ She said in a stern tone. “You shouldn’t feel reassured. Shifting is brutal the first time, especially under stress. But it’s necessary.” I watched as she stepped away to open a metal drawer by a locker set sitting against a charcoal black wall.

I asked again. She nodded enthusiastically. “Alright. Now, move a little back. Gotta give 'em time to adjust to you,” I said, buying myself time to prep for the transformation, and just holding out of her a little. ‘I don’t need time to adjust,’ Bane sneered. ‘I know,’ The anticipation on her face was almost cute to watch. I closed my eyes, let out an exhale, and shifted. Since Bane was at least twice my mass, the clothes on my body would tear if he were to just burst out. Hence, we developed a shifting system where we shift and take off the clothes at the same time.

They moved with military precision, fanning out to block any possible escape route. Then, in perfect synchronization that sent chills down my spine, all eight wolves shifted. The transformation was unlike any I'd seen before. Usually, shifting was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and reforming, by grunts of pain and discomfort. But these wolves shifted silently, smoothly, as if it cost them no effort at all.