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Tommy Ainge lay in bed, doing the same thing he'd been doing just about every night for the past month: giving his sexual organs a vigorous workout. Puberty was well underway within him, developing his body into physical and sexual maturity with each passing day. Already, he'd been fortunate enough to find a focal point for his newfound activity: the new kid who had just moved in across the street. Already, the two of them had seen each other's bits, and it was clear with the touching and looking they had already begun to indulge in that they were attracted to one another, and would likely take things to another level soon. Ryan even said he was planning on giving his own genitals some attention tonight, and was eagerly receptive to Tommy's advances.

These were all ingredients for the intense need for relief that Tommy was feeling. The previous night, all he had to work with were images. The sight of Ryan's groin was enough to send his burgeoning libido into overdrive. But after today, the way he saw the rest of his friend's naked body, then got to touch and caress it, made his own boyhood throb sorely with urgency. There was no way he would let the night pass without stroking himself to climax first. The organ alone wouldn't allow it.

But there was more to it. Tommy knew he was different. Different from his friend, different from his parents, and probably different from most other people in the world. Each of the last few times he masturbated, he had started to change. Into what, he didn't know, but it was obvious that his lust was fueling it. There was that sensation, a subtle yet present voice in the back of his mind, that was encouraging the changes he was going through. Even now, as his hand rubbed feverishly against the nerve bundles wrapped around the head of his penis, that voice, that instinct, was growing louder.

Tommy had begun to pant. The tingly feelings that heralded the beginning of his metamorphosis had started to dance all over his skin. Despite his excitement, he began to slow down with his stroking, ease up on the thrusting. The changes were becoming just as pleasurable as the wanking, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it.

He looked down at his arms, and marveled at the way the black, glossy hair quickly sprouted over them. Much like the previous night, it began just below his knuckles, flowing over the wrist and up the forearm. With his other arm, he glided his left hand over the hair, feeling how soft and smooth it was. The tingles went all the way up, across the bicep and into the shoulder blades, and Tommy was surprised to see the hair continue to grow in the same pattern. His right hand felt up against his chest, where he was welcomed by even more fur, growing out from the center of his sternum and over his pectorals.

Hoping to fuel more changes, he returned his hand to his cock, which had never lost its stiffness even while Tommy's mind was occupied on other things. He began jacking off with quick, forceful thrusts now, wanting whatever dormant beast was inside him to awaken even further. He was rewarded with the now familiar sensation of a growing tailbone, and he quickly rolled up onto his hands and knees to allow it to reach its full length. He could actually feel it moving behind him this time, wagging excitedly as a dog would. Hair continued to grow, the separate tufts now merging into a single glorious pelt of black fur, mottled with light grey in various places. It was starting to travel up his neck and chin, and while his hands were too busy to inspect, he could definitely feel the tingling in his ears, signaling their migration towards the back of his skull, and developing a conical, pointed shape.

He could even feel the change in the one organ that had been getting all the attention from the beginning. With each stroke, each pelvic charge, his once familiar penis began to thicken and expand. It took every shred of restraint in his mutating body not to moan in pleasure as his dick grew past its average size, adding at least two inches in length. The base had swollen, bulging out angrily, its diameter and shape reminding Tommy of an apple. The testicles, once packed tightly inside his scrotum, descended and grew, more fur sprouting around the sac. He could actually feel them swing, back and forth, as he continued to stroke himself off.

The only thing that had not yet changed was Tommy's face. Indeed, if the previous night was any indication, his teeth had already become incrementally sharper, but the rest of the transformation would be reserved for the grand finale. He could feel his new, virile testicles boil with the with the promise of a copious load, his tail wagging madly from side to side, his eyes clenched shut in effort. The buzz that had taken over his body had now finally arrived at his head, and Tommy could feel it taking his jawline and pulling at it. There was a quick crack that was mildly painful, and then there it went - his nose and mouth felt like they were running away from his face. The feeling of the bones stretching like putty, more teeth growing out of the gaps, was incomprehensibly foreign to him, and yet, nothing in that moment could have felt more natural.

Meanwhile, Tommy's sexual organs were loading up. The feeling of his muzzle growing out, the final act of his transformation, pushed him past the point of no return. Semen rocketed out of his balls, held back only momentarily with clenched muscles, and fired out of his cock, audibly splattering against the pillows under him. He gasped and growled with euphoria, his penis twitching and spasming as string after string of cum poured out of him. It took almost half a minute before the flow would die down to a pitiable dribble.

It was at least five minutes more until Tommy finally regained his bearings. Once he had calmed down, and his penis had finally retreated within the furry sheath that had now grown to accommodate it, he slumped onto his back and sighed in satisfaction. The remnants of his explosive orgasm rubbed into the fur on his back, and Tommy felt the wetness seep into his skin. His mind was foggy, as though whatever other presence had been living inside there had finally come out of hiding, taking the co-pilot seat and guiding his thoughts and actions. It made what could have been an unbearably frightening experience feel organic and... correct.

Curiosity was now playing across Tommy's mind. He wanted to see himself in this new, amazing form. Climbing up off the bed, he located the mirrors on his closet and presented himself in front of them. The sight of his new body took his breath away.

It finally clicked in his brain. I... I'm a werewolf.

The form that reflected back at Tommy reminded him of all the cartoons, movies, and comic books he read as kid. He glanced around at his room - the poster of wolves running across the arctic plains, his fascination with movie monsters and transformations, the caricature of the skateboarding wolf on the T-shirt he wore the day before - he had no way of knowing, but they were all subconscious clues to his true nature. The wolf inside him, the animal that no doubt had egged him on the past few nights - Tommy could feel its satisfaction about what had just transpired.

He had so many questions now. _When will I change back? Will this happen every time I touch myself? Do I tell anyone about this? What's going to happen with me and Ryan now? What if I turn him into a werewolf too?_It was the first time in a long time that he wished his real parents were alive to explain everything.

The energy of the moment begun to dissipate. Suddenly exhausted, Tommy climbed back on top of his bed, no longer seeing any need to get under the covers. He drifted off once again, as he'd done the past two nights, dreaming of wolves, and running alongside them.