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If you were trying to avoid traffic, be it in the form of cars on the road, or lines at the airport, Atlanta was probably on your list of top places to never visit.

When it came time for a convention, however, exceptions had to be made, and Aaron was already frustrated with just how much waiting he had to do that weekend.

Running several panels and helping to organize a few others could take a toll on you fairly quickly. Aaron was familiar with this just as much as anyone else was, and in the heat of the early Atlanta summer, the whole trip was beginning to turn into a serious drag. Though the convention itself was a good enough time for most people, there was something of a lack of appeal to Aaron.

Of course, that could also be blamed on the fact that his flight was cancelled for what seemed to be no reason, and there was no offered alternative for him to get back home.

Sunday afternoon meant that the convention was winding down, and as he was wont to do, Aaron was sitting at the hotel bar, enjoying a full, tall glass of bourbon. He was running out of ways to kill the time, now that he didn't have any other options of what was left to do, and though it didn't sound too bad to try and crash a party or two, he was still sober enough to be responsible about his choices, and that meant figuring out a flight home, first.

His laptop, despite being his window to the internet, and thus, the world, wasn't helping too much with that.

"T...That can't be right," he muttered, trying to ignore the impending feeling of frustration that came along with seeing the prices of the flights he had to take. It seemed that the price of every flight was going up each time he refreshed the page to find a better option, and by the time he found a flight that was at a time and a price that worked for him, he was nearly out of bourbon once again. "The hell is the deal? Flights out of Atlanta are never this expensive!"

Depending on where you were flying to, Atlanta was generally a great choice for finding cheap flights, because it was such a busy airport hub. An international airport, and one that had flights to just about every major destination within the continental United States, it was surprising when flights to or from the land of Southern comfort were more than a couple hundred bucks.

Aaron didn't want to spend anywhere near that much to begin with, and his expensive flight was already a bitter pill to swallow, but things only got worse when he tried to confirm his ticket for the evening.

"Why is my flight gone?"

He slammed the refresh button and leaned a little further into his laptop screen, as if putting his eyes that much closer would help him to see some minor detail that he missed.

He hadn't missed anything. The flight was completely booked before he even had a chance to confirm his seats, and more than usual, Aaron couldn't help feeling like the whole world was out to get him.

"Sounds like you're gonna need another, sir," the bartender told him, as he overheard the frustrations coming from the edge of the bar. "I'll get you a tall glass for half price, if you can't find a flight out of here. I know what a pain in the ass that can be."

Though Aaron was trying to be a bit more responsible, those days, he wasn't going to turn down such a generous offer, and it seemed that he was going to be stuck at the hotel for a little while. He might even end up having to book another night, and if that was the case, he was going to be losing a large chunk of money, no matter when his flight went through.

A quiet nod to the bartender was all that Aaron had to offer in order to get his drink started, while he refreshed the page again and tried to find a back up flight.

"Is there...something going on around here? Y'know, other than this ridiculous convention?" he asked the bartender, as each time he refreshed the page, another flight was booked full, or, strangely enough, it simply disappeared. "Because it seems like everyone is trying to leave Atlanta at the same time for no apparent fucking reason."

The calming, bubbly sound of bourbon splashing around in the bottom of a freshly cleaned glass was music to Aaron's ears, but the bartender could only shake his head. "Nothing that I've heard of, pal. Dunno what to tell ya."

It was tough for Aaron not to squeeze the glass to the point of breaking in his palm, but sometimes, luck just took a while to find him. A fresh sip of his new drink was enough to calm his nerves for a few seconds and prompt him to refresh the list of flights one more time.

A web page that loaded to show that literally every single flight out of Atlanta that evening was booked ended up being the final straw, and the glass began to crack as Aaron's eyes winced shut.

"Woah, buddy! Take it easy, would you? I'm gonna have to charge you for that glass, now!"

The bartender could see that Aaron was in obvious distress, and he was getting ready to call hotel management when Aaron's eyes began to crack back open. They were burning with hatred so intense that his irises carried a subtle hue of red to them, and his teeth, while gritted, were pushing back against each other with a reaction that he didn't know was coming.

"Go ahead. Charge me for the fucking glass, pal. Do you really think I'm worried about that right now?"

"Sir, I know you're having a rough time, bu-

"You don't know jack shit! I swear, every time I try to leave a convention on good terms, something ridiculous happens, as if there's some kind of cosmic force that just knows that I'm trying to go home and relax, and it won't let me! Do you know how annoying and frustrating that is? Do you have any idea how much money I've spent?!"

The bartender took a step back from the counter and reached to his side to grab the phone, but soon, there would be no amount of safe distance between himself and Aaron. He was going to be caught in the crossfire, the same as everyone else.

"No...you never bothered to think about that, did you? No one ever does...so, y'know what? Fuck you, and fuck this hotel!"

Other customers were beginning to step away from the bar in their discomfort, and hotel security was already on their way, having been notified by a few others that were disturbed by the whole scene. A pair of large, broad men stepped up behind Aaron, and he could feel their presence, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

It was a strange sensation, especially amidst all of the other confusion that Aaron was dealing with, but he didn't question it. He just stood up from his stool at the bar and turned around to face the men, expecting them to tower over him...

...And instead, he stood a full foot taller than both of them, and that height was only growing.

"The hell do you two want?"

Hotel security was used to the occasional rowdy drunk, and they figured that this would be an ordinary call, where they would just casually toss some out to the street, so the police could deal with them later.

They were also used to being the tallest guys around, and seeing Aaron literally growing larger and larger before their eyes was a bit above their pay grade.

"U-uh, sir...could y-you please keep it down?" the guard on the right asked, his voice coming across rather quiet and polite, given how aggressive he appeared to be.

Aaron rolled his eyes, not even bothering to notice how much taller he was...at first. "Really? You guys aren't going to try and throw me out? You're just gonna come up here and let me keep ruining everyone's good time?"

"You..." the second guard trailed off for a moment, before pointing a finger up at Aaron. "You're aware that you're growing, right?"

"I am?"

"Yeah. Like... a lot."

Aaron blinked and shook his head. His anger was so great that nothing registered to him at first, and while the sudden transformation would have been startling and frightening to some, for Aaron, it was cause for celebration.

Unsure if he was in a dream, but suddenly feeling like he was, Aaron felt the hairs on the back of his neck settling down, but growing thicker in the process. His entire body was riddled with an itch that crawled under his skin, leaving wakes of thicker hair across his body. "What's the matter, guys? Afraid of a little werewolf?"

Even if he was as small as he implied, the guards would have been terrified of Aaron, and deciding that this line of work wasn't right for them, they shared a glance of unified surrender before turning and running for the stairs.

"Pussies," Aaron muttered, as his body continued stretching up in the wide, open atrium of the hotel. It was one of the few places that could have accommodated Aaron's new form without his body bursting through the sides of it, and he wasn't nearly done yet, as his arms and legs grew thicker and wider with each passing moment.

People began nervously backing away from the bar, before they took off in full sprints of terror. Aaron's face stayed in a wide, cheeky grin, but fangs began to poke into his own lips as the bones in his face elongated, and teeth that once stopped in line with each other turned jagged and deadly sharp.

The hell was in that drink? he wondered, and though he couldn't be sure the drink was at fault, he didn't much care what the root cause was, anymore. He cared only about the warm, snug feeling of fur spreading across his chest as the last fibers of his clothing failed to restrain his changing body. His shirt ripped into tatters, and his jeans burst at the seams, leaving his lower half exposed, just in time for his hanging manhood to begin shrinking back into a modesty-preserving sheath.

The atrium around Aaron was over forty stories high, and though he wasn't quite tall enough to stand above the massive building yet, he was already planning for that eventuality. He knew that he'd have to escape the area sooner or later, and the more people that he allowed to flee from the hotel, the more targets he was releasing into the open air.

That wasn't all bad, of course. He was excited at the prospect of having a little sport to hunt.

"Still wanna charge me for that glass?!" He yelled down at the bar, though the bartender had long jumped ship. Aaron's voice thundered in the atrium and echoed up toward the top, drawing the attention of those who weren't already aware of the situation.

Patches of fur were filling in, claws were growing out from stubby fingernails, and the long, thick bump at the base of Aaron's spine would all make it clear what was happening to him, as his body continued to grow to fit the space of the atrium. One slow, easy flicker of his growing tail was enough to topple the bar in the middle of the atrium, and on the back swing, he destroyed one of the lower sets of elevators, trapping people on the higher floors and cascading rubble and debris toward the lobby.

Broken concrete and rebar crashed against the floor and cracked it in multiple places as Aaron chuckled with glee. His transformation was nearly complete, as he felt the flesh on the back of his head tightening, so that once human ears could settle upon the top of his head and sharpen into the tall, receptive triangles that a wolf should be accustomed to.

For some furries, it would have been a dream come true, to see a literal, gigantic werewolf hanging out in the lobby of the hotel.

It was quick to turn into a nightmare, as Aaron punched a massive hole in the front wall of the building and began working his way out, having to create a door that could handle a creature of his size.

Aaron was not content to hang out any longer.

"Remember when I said 'fuck your hotel?'" he asked, knowing that the bartender could hear him, even if he wasn't in visual range anymore. "I wasn't joking, buddy!"

Concrete was turned to dust by massive, thick paws as Aaron tore his way through the front wall of the hotel. The atrium style of the building allowed it to stand despite the terrible damage, but that wasn't the blessing in disguise that some people thought it was. They'd treat it as such, as they flooded into the stairs and ran for the emergency exits, but for most, it was too late to avoid perhaps the worst part of the entire experience.

The destruction of the hotel would have been bad enough, as a massive, transformed werewolf stood in the middle of the street, bracing his footpaws against a few of the cars that the valet had yet to park.

When a few of the guests inside the hotel looked out the window and saw a giant, throbbing mass of pink, veiny flesh, they had only seconds to acquiesce to a fate that some would find worse than death...and other, more twisted minds would find greater than any other pleasure they'd ever known.

Tapered at the tip and complete with a thick, bulbous knot, Aaron gripped the top of the building with his paws and slammed his canine cock forward, pumping it into the side of the building and literally smashing several guest rooms into dust in the process.

People were thrown away by the force of the incoming thrust and shot into the hallway outside of their rooms, and some of the less fortunate few grabbed onto whatever they thought the member was and held on for dear life, hoping that they might be low enough in the building to risk a fall from that height.

Aaron wasn't done growing just yet, and though he was fully transformed, his manhood was far too high on the building for anyone to safely drop from. Hands and feet rubbed all over his length like a series of ticklish fingertips as people grabbed on and clung to the massive, throbbing rod, and the top of the building began to crumble as Aaron tightened his grip around the very height of the tower.

Emergency alarms were going off in all corners of the hotel by then, but it was already too late. Authorities were arriving on the scene, and foolishly, they tried to draw Aaron's attention, as bullets fired from pistols and shotguns felt like nothing more than bug bites against the thick, armor-like flesh that the werewolf was blessed with.

"Can't you assholes see that I'm tryin' to get my rocks off, here?!" he yelled down at the hopeless police officers. They were shocked that the beast could speak in human tongues, but naturally, that was nothing compared to the initial surprise they felt when they heard reports that a giant monster was destroying a building downtown. "Knock it off, or you're gonna regret it!"

Dedicated to the end, the police continued to fire on Aaron, who released the top of the building as he pulled back. It fell behind the hotel and crushed the building next door, and Aaron lifted a leg up to plant it in some of the rubble as he gripped his own cock, rubbing it vigorously in front of the officers.

They barely had a chance to run for their cars before they saw a tight clench of the fur around his massive, swollen orbs, and in the very next moment, a thick, creamy gush erupted from his cock, offering so much cum that it was akin to a tidal wave slamming into a coastal town.

Peach Tree Drive was immediately flooded over with a thick, inescapable river of seed, and cars were completely overrun with the mess as Aaron continued to jerk himself off. "F-fuck...I warned you...n-now you're just gonna have to t-take it all!" He stammered out, his voice echoing across the whole of Atlanta as he stood above the buildings, raining his seed down onto the streets and covering cars and buildings with it. The wagging of his tail was rapid enough to kick up wind and flip the cars unlucky enough to be behind him, and under his footpaws, the streets cracked and cars were turned to little more than twisted piles of metal.

Aaron kept stroking until his body was too sensitive to touch, and even then, he held the knot at the base of his member, allowing the last of his seed to coat the windows of a few nearby buildings. The center of downtown Atlanta was nearly destroyed by his orgasm, but it was only his first, and Atlanta was a big city...there were plenty of other buildings that would still be filled with victims, if he just moved fast enough.

"Reports are coming in of a giant, werewolf-like monster that's terrorizing downtown Atlanta! If you can see or hear this broadcast, you need to evacuate the city immediately! I repeat, clear out of the city immediately!"

The first helicopters on the scene were displaying images that would have been censored on normal television screens, as Aaron's rod continued drizzling heavy waterfalls of seed onto the streets. The sky-bridge between the hotel and the destroyed building next door was pulverized by his legs as he walked through the trail of his own mess, picking up small people with his footpaws as he stomped them down into his seed and kept walking without a second thought.

He knew that the airport wasn't too far outside of town, and perhaps, there would be a small flood in the future to justify all of those delayed flights...