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Shared Awakening Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Pansy04

Spring was an unpredictable time for the weather, and it turned out for Jeremy Baker that this spring was quite unpredictable for him as well. The twenty eight year old sat behind the wheel of his car, staring out of the windshield at the rain soaked street, the blue sky with patches of grey clouds and the purple and orange horizon painted by the setting sun. Jeremy reflected on how his life had brought him to where he was, what was going to happen that night, wondering if his life was truly real after all.

The face reflected in the mirror had aged well. Jeremy had shaggy brown hair that was kept in check around his face but went half way down his neck. His cheeks and chin were coated with three days growth of stubble and simple steel rings hung from the base of his ears, a compliment to his green eyes. Jeremy could have passed for someone in college, though his broad shoulders and muscled arms betrayed a longer work history... not that it had gotten him anywhere.

Jeremy took a long breath, thinking back past the years of dead end retail work to what his life had been like before, back when he'd been in school. He had the freedom to bury himself in books, to comb through the library and surf the internet...and it had always been the occult that lured him in. He studied ancient legends and tales, stories and whispers, all connected back to the link between animals and man. Jeremy reached into the collar of his worn out black shirt, pulling out a steel wolf paw pendant.

The emblem summed up a lot about Jeremy. He'd spent his life playing wolves and werewolves in games, learning the kanji for okami, collecting every werewolf movie he could find. He even was old enough to remember the transformation groups on yahoo that dealt with transformation... but his past time had faded as he graduated college and entered the real world. He'd fallen into the hum drum cycle of an ordinary life, trying to work out from crushing date with a barely livable wage. It had almost been enough to sap out the imagination inside of him, but then he'd seen it... a real werewolf.

It had reignited inside him like a fire and his months of renewed study, research and investigation had led him to one of the most interesting people he'd ever met, Chris Clovis. Jeremy smiled slowly before he opened the car door and stepped out, his DC skate shoes grass stained and worn. The car door slammed at he rounded his car, stepping up onto the curb and following the path to the ranch style house.

Jeremy reached up, knocking on the door though he was mindful that the class ring on his finger didn't scratch the wood. After a moment the door opened, revealing a fairly unassuming young man on the other side. While Jeremy stood at six one, Chris was a mere five foot nine. His brown hair was lighter and cropped short, combed over with a bit of a flourish into one of the hairstyles popular for the young. Chris's cheekbones were rounded, his chin pointed and his figure waifish. If anything, Chris seemed to be a bit of a twink. It was ironic, at least to Jeremy, that it was Chris who was the werewolf. "All ready big guy?" Chris asked with a smile.

"I've been waiting for this for years." Jeremy replied. Chris gave the big man a confident smile and a nod before gesturing.

"then come on in." Chris added before turning and leading the way. Chris was twenty two years old and in his last year of college. He had an extreme confidence and ease about him, one that came from being a werewolf. He didn't have to worry about bullies or threats or injuries ever again.... but what fascinated Chris most was that of all the hunters, enthusiasts and willing converts that had tried to follow him, Jeremy was the first to track him down.

After their first encounter, Jeremy and Chris had exchanged phone numbers and texted back and forth. Chris had been elusive and vague at first, but over time they shared more and more... until Jeremy got the offer, the offer to see it all up close. It was that offer that had brought him to the house that night, the night of the full moon. Chris led Jeremy past the kitchen, the counter of which was filled with about six raw beef steaks. Jeremy looked in at the meat in wonder before he paused, looking at the door with a poster of MTV's teen wolf on it.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Jeremy chuckled.

"What, have you seen how often they go shirtless in that show?" Chris asked with a waggle of his ass as he opened the door. The evening light was still fading from the windows, the blinds allowing the light in and across the floor. Jeremy pushed the door open wider to make room for his entry, looking around curiously.

"So you want to do it here?" Jeremy asked. Chris shrugged.

"Sometimes I do it in the woods, but I figured you'd be more comfortable here." Chris said.

"Whatever makes you most comfortable is fine with me." Jeremy replied. Chris smirked at that, turning to face the older man. He moved up and looked into Jeremy's eyes.

"I'm just glad you're here, its going to be exciting." he said, reaching to caress his guest's chest.

"Tell me about it. I feel like my whole life has been leading up to this moment. I mean I got my first computer in 1999, it didn't take me long to find all the stories and pictures about werewolves." Jeremy said. Chris chuckled at that.

"I was only nine when you got your computer... It took me another four years before I became a werewolf." Chris said, slipping off his shirt. Jeremy glanced up, looking at the young man's chest. It was still hard to believe he was the werewolf. He was skinny and not very muscled. Sturdy, most certainly, but not menacing. If anyone were to look at the two of them in a lineup, Jeremy was sure he'd be made out to be the wolf.

"So... was it a bite?" Jeremy asked, hoping not to be too foreword. Chris nodded gently.

"I was staying at a cabin with my cousins. One of them had been bitten and had turned a few times. He was a few years older. Anyway, one night he started to change. I thought he was hurt and went to help him, but he bit me in the process." Chris said, reaching up to rub the left side of his neck.

"Is it hard to control one's instincts?" Jeremy asked, wondering just how much danger he'd pout himself into for the sake of curiosity.

"Only the first few times, and it isn't the instincts you'd think. Sure, you're hungry and ravenous as a wolf, but... there's a social aspect to it that's harder to ignore. The desire to be in a pack. For a kid that got bullied a lot, that isn't easy to understand." Chris said.

"I'm sorry you got bullies." Jeremy said softly. Again Chris shrugged, hanging his shirt up in his closet.

"Well, being gay, being small, being good at music. It just wasn't the right combination to make friends, especially someone like you." Chris smirked. Jeremy blushed.

"I didn't turn away anyone in school. I had nerds and jocks and goths and gay kids as friends. I think the only thing that would have kept us apart would be our ages." Jeremy replied. Chris smiled at that.

"Plus if you were as much of a werewolf freak as you claim in your texts, you probably would have put me on a leash." Chris grinned. Jeremy blushed at that, feeling his nipples tighten and blood rush to his groin.

"You're one sick puppy." Jeremy retorted. Chris stood there a moment, sniffing the air before a perfectly groomed eyebrow shot up.

"You liked that idea, didn't you? Which one of us is the sick puppy?" Chris chuckled, though hi cheek muscles soon tensed and he closed his eyes, breathing in and out. Jeremy looked a bit concerned.

"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked softly. Chris took a few more breaths before his eyes snapped open, the irises shifting from blue to green and then yellow, the intensity climbing fast. Chris was breathing through his puffy, thick lips, his canine teeth seeming to stretch longer and sharper and before long there were slight points to his otherwise perfectly human ears.

"I think the show just started." Chris said.

"How does it feel?" Jeremy asked,

"My blood is boiling, my heart is racing and my muscles are all very tight. It feels like I'm a toy that's been wound up too tight, unsure if I'm going to break or shoot off into action." Chris replied, "But beneath that there's a fire inside me, an excitement, a release that's almost like a freedom." Chris explained.

"A freedom to do what?" Jeremy asked. Chris slowly lifted his right hand, revealing that his fingernails were changing. They were growing out and honing into points, darkening from ivory white to tan and then brown, curling at the tips. His flesh almost seemed to fizzle and stretch over the top of them until the claws emerged from the tips of his finger rather than the top. In a few short moments his hand seemed completely bestial, but the change was far from over as the fingers stretched, parts of his palms swelled and the light dusting of hair on his arm stretched out across the back of his hand.

"The freedom to give some divas a fierce bitch slap they'll never forget, or to claw up my wood desk... or to give myself an amazing wank session." Chris said, bringing a finger to his mouth. The long, sharp claw slid into the lips, lips that accepted the digit up to the first knuckle and then the second before his cheeks dented in and he began to suck and suck. Jeremy felt a chill of pleasure race through him, his groin hardening again. Chris sucked his pointer, his index finger, his pinky. One by one he went around to them all, though he gave his middle finger a second pass, sucking it for a while before he drew the finger out of his lips. Jeremy cleared his throat a bit at that.

"What does that do?" Jeremy asked.

"It stings, like a cut, so its good to suck it, but I also wanted to see how you'd react." Chris said. Jeremy smirked at that.

"So is it always the hands first?" Jeremy questioned. Chris shrugged.

"Usually... I call it spurts and spots. I'll get an all over spurt like my eyes and ears and teeth, and then a spot will change more than the rest and catch up. Its a little different each time, especially if I'm wounded." Chris said.

"Wounded?" Jeremy all but squeaked.

"Rival werewolves, vampires, demon beasts... Y'know, bullies." Chris said. Jeremy said nothing, continuing to watch. What his green eyes had been drawn to was the fact that Chris's shirt was growing tighter. The buttons strained, the collar stretched. While normally very scrawny, Chris was refining all over. It had to be another generalized spurt. His thin arms gained muscle mass, his flat chest and stomach gained slight bulges. Even his pants seemed to tighten around his hips and ass.

Chris reached forward and sliced through the string holding his button on with his claw and soon his drawers slunk to the ground, revealing strained boxers. Jeremy blushed even more and was about to ask why, but as Chris started to turn around, it became obvious. Peeking out of his waistband was a little flag of black fur wiggling around. At first it seemed almost like a bear or deer tail but it started to stretch out inch by inch, lengthening and thickening. The black fur grew softer and the tail flopped down over Chris's ass.

"If this was some anime, I'd be adored by the masses..." Chris murmured. Jeremy moved his hand to start openly groping himself.

"I think you'd be adored by the masses anyway." Jeremy replied. Chris smirked.

"I know you like it, but that's why we found each other. You're an enthusiast. Gay guys like gay guys and wolf guys-" Chris was interrupted.

"Are you saying I'm a wolf guy?" Jeremy asked.

"You do like wolves, don't you?" Chris asked back.

"I do, but I'd like to like one a bit more." Jeremy said, looking into the yellow eyes before him. Chris had no retort to that but he maneuvered around, adjusting his cloth confines until he stood in his underwear and nothing else.

"This next part is probably the hardest to endure... I'll try to keep it from being too unsexy." Chris said. Jeremy scoffed.

"As if there's any part of this that wouldn't be sexy." Jeremy replied. Chris chuckled but then groaned suddenly, his head lowering. Muscle started tot witch across his chest, his pecs quirking visibly. As they moved, the flesh beneath started to shift. His pecs hiked out as his collar bone began to expand. Then his ribs started to push apart and thicken. While each change wasn't drastic, their cumulative effect was clear.

While Chris could have gotten away at first with saying he'd put on simple kemonomimi costume pieces, his humanity was shedding a bit faster. His arms were stretching too long, his legs too wide. His torso was shifting and becoming less human, his stomach caving in a bit more and his neck lengthening. Chris cracked his neck and shoulders, trying to make room for the growth but it wasn't enough. He panted, his breath nearly steaming out of his mouth... but even the mouth was changing.

At first it seemed that Chris had put on black lipstick and eyeliner. His skin was shifting and darkening. His skin paled but his ears darkened. At first Jeremy wondered about the uneven pigmentation, but it wasn't coming from pigment. Black fur sprouted across his ears, covering them to the point inside and out before the ears stretched longer and taller and started to migrate. His hair started to shift out of the way as the ears moved up to the top of his head, leaving the sides of his head completely covered.

Chris' perfect twink brown hair had been disturbed. The roots turned black and the black spread up the strands, moving toward the tips inch by inch. The black on his lips began to spread out, but no fur had yet started to cover his face. His nose wrinkled and turned upwards, becoming more rubbery and the nostril slits changed. It looked at first as if his nose had been broken, but the canniness was coming through.

"Chris?" Jeremy murmured, watching Chris writhe around.

"What?!" Chris snarled, saliva dripping form his fangs. Jeremy made no sudden movements. Chris panted gently before looking back at Chris.

"I'm sorry, I'm... this part is the hardest." Chris said.

"What can I do to help make it easier? Is it like... your fingers? Is there anything I could suck?" Jeremy asked. Chris looked up with half shock and half mirth.

"You're seriously offering that to me now? You might regret it." Chris said.

"I'm in this for the long haul." Jeremy replied. Chris shrugged his gangly wolfen arms.

"My toes are next to change." Chris said simply, sure that would turn Jeremy off the idea. To his surprise, Jeremy got off his perch and crouched down. Chris nearly choked on his breath as he watched his acquaintance kneel and then bend down even lower. He'd had dreams about big guys, burly guys, guys to worship him but it had never happened. He'd been the twink, the flamer, so openly gay at times it was painful. Chris groaned as he watched Jeremy part his lips and that soft, think human tongue emerge.

Jeremy's tongue met with soft pale flesh, even more pale than when Chris had started his change. Jeremy was glad that Chris was as gay as he was, or at least as anal about hygiene. He tasted almost like nothing, just traces of salt from his sweat and the faintest hints of lavender from his body wash. Jeremy coated his toe, moving around the round and then between each one. It seemed the enthusiast was faster than the change. He licked Chris's entire right foot clean before he moved to the left, working around and over and in-between... but then he felt it.

On one of his passes back and forth, Jeremy felt the toes were longer than before. He opened his eyes to see that they had stretched, the skin toughening, hair sprouting from the toe knuckles. The nails were also changing. Just like on Chris's hand, the nails stretched longer and honed into points, curving slightly. Jeremy popped the toe deep into his mouth and began to suck. While the toe was not nearly as interactive as a tongue might be in a kiss, feeling the digit stretch and mutate, gaining a thick claw, it was exhilarating in its own way.

Chris panted even louder, his face tightening as he watched the older man suck his foot. Chris sneered into a grin, but his sneer stretched out as his jaw and nose did. Inch by inch, his face pushed out into a muzzle, taking on the canine shape well ahead of the fur. His black ears went flat against his now black hair, and at last the fur began to spread down his cheeks, rounding his lips and covering his nose. Before long Chris was well on his way to having a wolf muzzle.

Jeremy moved back and forth from toe to toe, sucking them all down, feeling the swelling pads on the tips and the soul. Even as fur started to grow in, Jeremy didn't slow, worshipping it all.

Chris's feet stretched in all directions, pushing past a size eight shoe to size ten, twelve, fifteen, then almost eighteen. The arch was high and long, the heel narrow and precise, the toes extended. They weren't human anymore. Jeremy slowly pulled off the toes of his friend and looked upwards at his face... the face of a black wolf. The changes were far from over, but Chris was unmistakable. He had the front and hind paws of the wolf, a four foot tail and a muzzle. The rest of his body was sure to follow.

"You sure you haven't done this for any wolves before?" Chris asked. Jeremy smirked.

"You're my first." He replied.

"Well... I'm about to get my extra nipples, and if you don't want to lose them in the fur, you better get started." Chris said. Jeremy was confused at first before Chris started to circle portions of his abdomen with his fingers. Tiny pink nubs emerged from the flesh, soon followed by areola. The nipples came in two by two, moving all the way down to his waist. Jeremy lifted himself up onto his knees and leaned in, rubbing his scruffy face against Chris's stomach before he opened his mouth on the lowest nub, sucking and biting gently.

Chris growled at that and a paw grabbed onto the human's head, holding him in place. As Jeremy sucked and Chris changed, fur sprouted across his chest in uneven patches that began to balance out and spread. The black coated his pectorals, his collar bone and shoulders before spilling down his neck and arms. The fur coat that had started at his extremities was filling in all the rest.

"This is so much better with a friend, I-" Chris stopped, gasping softly as he felt cool air hit his junk, junk that was changing.

Jeremy pulled the waistband down, looking at the swollen balls and cock of the twink. Jeremy felt like he was in heaven. From what Jeremy could tell, Chris hadn't yet changed down there but if this was his default, he was a very blessed man. His balls were the sizes of mandarin oranges, his cock was eight inches without being more than half hard... and he wasn't going to be soft much longer. Jeremy inhaled the rich, earthy musky scent before he began to lick... an experience quite unlike any other.

The licking had started at the base of Chris's cock and to his surprise, each lick moved flesh around. Like a sculptor working with clay, flesh was moving toward the edge of Chris's cock. The flesh hardened and thickened, black fur growing out. Jeremy soon realized he was working with a forming sheath. Jeremy tried to get ahead of it, but the sheath slipped over the head of Chris's cock and enclosed it in a musky cocoon. Jeremy licked at the slit and looked up, watching the black fur close around every gap, filling it in. Chris had grown to six feet tall and had gained a lot of muscle, but in a way he was still fairly lithe and gangly. H s till had the look of a twink, even as a werewolf.

"And that... is my change." Chris said. Jeremy tried to get back to the sheath but Chris pushed the human back slowly, shaking his lycan head. Jeremy looked hurt.

"But I'm a wolf guy, we're connected... Let me love you." Jeremy said. Chris shook his head once more.

"We have to take things slow. Think of this like a first date. I don't want to knock you p yet, I wanted you to get used to the idea of what being a werewolf-" Chris stopped half way through the word, his voice cracking and then dropping. He looked puzzled. That had never happened before. He opened his mouth to speak again before he suddenly doubled over, groaning and growling.

"Chris! What is it?" Jeremy asked, springing to his feet.

"I... I don't know, I've-" Chris stopped short again, grunting and shaking. Slowly his lower canine fangs began pushing out of his lips, coming up on either side of his nose like tusks. His ears started to stretch longer and then more pain filled his head. There was sickly cracking and pulsing as his jaw widened and his cheeks stretched. The panting returned, Chris's blood boiling... so much so that red swirled into his yellow eyes until the amber shades were no more.

A paw grabbed Jeremy by the shoulder, claws digging in. Jeremy winced and hissed but grinned as the wolf shoved him back down onto his knees. Jeremy said nothing, grinning ear to ear, watching as the black furry sheath parted and a slimy, pointed red cock began to emerge. Pearly human cum leaked out of the cock slip, the last of the human seed ejected before a thicker, more feral yellow goo began to leak. The cock was coated in juices like a huge red slug, but it was a slug of lust.

Jeremy didn't need more prompting as he leaned forward, using his tongue on the underside of the wet, messy cock. He pulled it along, slurping up the juices, letting it fill his mouth before his lips came to the tip. Chris growled even lower as his cock head was engulfed. The paw left Jeremy's shoulder, bleeding slightly from the pinpricks of the claws before the fingers curled around the human's skull.

Operating more on instinct, Chris pulled Jeremy's head deeper to his groin. Jeremy nearly gagged as the cock skidded over his tongue and hit the back of his throat, but soon he relaxed and gave way. Chris could feel the cock sliding into a long fleshy tube, knowing it was Jeremy's throat. he could feel everything but he was shocked. The transformation had never gone this far. He'd always been in control, at least after the first few times... but something was different and it was seeping into his mind. All he could see was red.

Drool spilled forth from his tusks, leaking down his black lips into his fur. He thrust forward with his hips and pulled back, knowing the human's throat bulged outward with each thrust... but he didn't care. He was hornier than he'd been in all his life. He thrust forward and back, picking up speed, fucking the human's mouth without restraint. Jeremy felt his entire essence filled with werewolf cock, but this had been the plan all along.

Jeremy sucked down the tainted wolf juices and guzzled the cum, feeling it swim around his stomach and infect his blood. He felt his blood boil, his muscles tighten. He felt everything Chris had described. His skin started to grow over his fingernails, leaving only the tips exposed as they hardened and curved, turning brown and then black. Jeremy's fingertips and palms swelled into paw pads, making room for fur to grow in-between the flesh.

Jeremy grunted and moaned, taking in so much cock and cum it almost seemed like too much. Some even leaked into his sinuses, filling him entirely with the smell of musk and sex and power. Jeremy's green eyes turned hazel brown and then yellow, looking up with adoration into the frenzied red eyes of the alpha he'd just created... an alpha he made by giving him an observer, a partner, a mate and a pack. Chris had been alone before that point, a lone wolf. Now he was much more.

Chris's body continued to stretch and grow as vertebrae parted and ribs expanded more. He packed on ludicrous amounts of muscle as he passed six foot eight, ten and then seven feet of height. His tail spilled out of his ass more, covering his quivering pucker and his paws grew longer and wider in all directions... but he wasn't the only one changing.

Jeremy's brown hair began to blanch out, turning gray and then silver before fading to white. His entire head of hair lost all color before the stubble on his face did, but the stubble didn't stay that way for long. It blossomed all over his face as fur just as his face started to change. Each time Jeremy drew his head back along the cock, his jaw elongated around it, pulling his lips and nose into a muzzle.

The human's pierced ears stretched into points that soon covered with fur before migrating up his skull and his body hair lost its color as well. Soon Jeremy's hands and feet looked like furry globes, but his body was moving fast. His arms softened with fur, his legs were coated and even his butt became furry... but Jeremy hadn't taken the time to strip. Chris heard the sound of fabric splitting easily with his ears, his red eyes looking down to watch. Jeremy's back hunched, the shirt split and then tore, a white furry back emerging beneath.

Each suck of his cock nourished the new pup and that fact drew out every aspect of Chris's lust. He wasn't even thinking anymore, pounding into the ass presented before him. The huge black wolf fucked the white wolf's jaw and the fur coated everything... everything but the new nipples pushing out of his chest. Jeremy felt a vague hope to go pinch them but he was too wrapped up in the face fucking he was getting.

Jeremy lifted new paws up, stroking the furry black balls before him... and then Jeremy groaned. A huge wet spot formed in his pants, soaking them through... it covered his lap and legs and kept going. Soon it ran down all the way tot he cuffs, the cum so prevalent that it soaked through. Ivory beads of slime rolled down the fabric to collect in a pool. Chris sniffed the air and then growled more in pleasure, smelling the seed of his new recruit. He reached down with his gangly arm and sliced into the pants. The fabric gave away easily, both from the pants and the underwear.

A hard, ridged, veined red wolf cock arched up, slapping Jeremy in the stomach and chest. It pushed out to nine inches, then eleven and thirteen. It was long and huge and yet unprotected by a sheath. Cum ran down the length and pooled at the base where finally there were changes... but still no sheath. The base of Jeremy's new doggie dick bulged outward like tennis balls, rounding and forming a knot. Jeremy guzzled the cum from his master, feeling a sense of obedience sweep over him before he slowly pulled off.

Chris panted long and hard, watching the white wolf's muzzle extract itself. His entire face was coated and dripping with sperm, but what happened next was even more glorious. Jeremy turned around on all fours and hiked his tail up, presenting his ass. Chris couldn't stop himself. He moved forward and plunged his huge red cock into the hole, spreading Jeremy wide. He thrust in hard and fast, mercilessly. Thankfully his cock was messy enough to allow for some lubrication.

Chris rocked back and forth on his huge feet, feet bigger than before. He was a behemoth, a monster, big enough to break his bed. He pummeled Jeremy's ass and growled, bearing his fangs. Jeremy pushed his hips back, trying to get Chris deeper, feeling the rod hit his prostate and fill him with another wave of pleasure. It was blinding passion that seared into their minds.

With each thrust they lost more and more of their human intellect, the blood rushing to their groins, animals caught up in mating. Chris fucked long and hard and Jeremy took it. They dripped and drooled and sweat on the floor, making every noise and grunt and growl under the sun... but at last Chris felt his massive balls building and building before he tilted his head back and howled. The roar echoed through the house, rattling the windows - especially when a second howl joined the first. Jeremy howled wildly, his cock spraying seed all over the carpet as he felt the hot rush of sperm into his intestines. Chris had never felt so good, especially given that the base of his cock was starting to swell into a fine knot.... but all that blood had a price.

Chris's red eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head as he lost consciousness, passing out on Jeremy in a heap. The white wolf huffed happily, collapsing onto the floor before he closed his eyes, his own heart racing, It seemed the wolves were well matched, but seemed even more like Jeremy's plan to awaken a true beast had worked.

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Chris murmured softly as he felt consciousness returning. His bladder was achingly full and ready to burst, though it usually was when he jacked off the night before. Jeremy went to throw off his covers before realizing it wasn't a cover. It was another human being. Chris' red eyes snapped open suddenly with shock, darting around to take stock of what had happened.

The flaming gay twink had reverted to his original body for the most part. He was skinny and gangly without much muscle... but things weren't quite right. His canines were too sharp in his mouth, his lips still a bit too puffy... and his cock was lodged in another man's ass. Chris looked at Jeremy, taking in the man that was still asleep.

It seemed that Jeremy had been left with remnants of his change as well. Jeremy's hair had reverted to its usual brown for the most part, though his bangs now had a white streak in them. His stubble was thicker, on the verge of being an actual beard... and he was huge, at least three hundred pounds of muscle. Chris moved to pull out of the man but what merged was not his usual cock.

Inch after inch of red veined canine phallus emerged from the hole before the tapered point popped out, leaking more yellow slime. Chris moaned sharply, looking at a fifteen inch cock extending from his groin. There was a slight whimper from Jeremy as his yellow eyes opened up and he turned around, smiling.

"Good morning master." Jeremy whispered. While it had been his plan to awaken the true beast inside Chris, he'd never realized how much instinct would fill him. He was a loyal beta, a bottom, a mate... and quite possibly a slut.

"Did you plan all that?" Chris asked softly.

"I couldn't have planned it going as right as it did..." Jeremy whispered. Chris was slack jawed in shock at that before he paused.

"You're my mate..." Chris said curiously.

"Yes I am." Jeremy grinned.

"My... bitch." Chris replied, his affect a bit strong.

"Oh yeah." Jeremy grinned.

"I have a twenty eight year old, gigantic bottom boyfriend... and I'm the top." Chris said out loud. Jeremy licked his lips and nodded. Chris grinned even wider, giving his gigantic canine cock a stroke, "God damn I'm sexy..." He whispered before he grabbed Jeremy's head with both hands and kissed him. Jeremy gave sloppy kisses back and Chris loved it... and he loved how soft Jeremy's beard was. It seemed this was the start to a very lovely relationship, though Chris was certain of one thing... The next time someone asked to watch him change, he was going to have to do a more thorough background check.