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Gered awoke the next day from the most unsettling dreams.

He shook his head, and the fading feelings vanished. He sat up and immediately remembered that he had fallen asleep without pants on. His pained expression flushed as he looked down.

It occurred to him that the lights were still on in his room, so he got up, quickly turning them off, relieved that his parents hadn't gone in his room to do so. Ashamed, Gered tried putting on some pants again, but it was still too uncomfortable. He sighed and sat back down on the bed, careful not to squash his tail again. His thoughts drifted back to the night before, and, a bit anxious, he took his shirt off to find that his chest was now thoroughly covered in hair. But it wasn't too bad - he felt all snuggly. His hand trailed lightly through the hair around his belly and chest, before he realized what he was doing.

"Gah, I'm a freak," he muttered into his hands. "How am I supposed to do anything if I can't even put pants on?"

With no better solution, Gered locked the door and got to work. It was awkward, but Gered spent the better part of the morning working on maneuvering his new tail. He felt strangely demeaned and humiliated, though he couldn't place a finger as to why. Eventually, he had it to the degree where he could move it with decent flexibility. Then came the briefs with his tail tucked down one leg. It wasn't the best, but at least he had some semblance of normalcy, he conceded as he pulled on his pants. It was still uncomfortable, unfortunately.

"Gered, you awake yet?"

Gered jumped at his brother's voice.

"Y-yes!" he replied, opening the door. "What?"

"Mom said not to disturb you, but I got bored and it's twelve already," Seth mumbled in explanation, though Gered knew it was Seth's telltale way of admitting to loneliness. Seth lifted his eyes off of the doorframe to meet with his brothers. "I was wondering if you were even going to eat breakfast." Before Gered could respond, Seth narrowed his eyes. "You look... different?"

Gered blanched and felt his tail twitch agitatedly. Frantically, he diverted the conversation back on course.

"What do you want to do, if you're so bored?" Gered said a little too fast.

"Oh, well, I guess we could play those multiplayer games on your computer like we used to," Seth offered, not entirely acknowledging Gered's faltered composure. At the suggestion, however, Gered's expression soured.

"Those flash games are lame, I've got better things to do," Gered snapped. Contrary to his words, Gered had little to nothing else to do, but the thought of humouring his brother was pathetic. As he turned away, he had half a mind to slam the door shut, but couldn't find the bother to do it. Instead, he forcefully seated himself in front of his computer.

"Gah!" With a yelp, Gered leapt back up, wincing from the knife of pain in his crushed tail.

"What's wrong bro?" Seth said, eyes wide.

"I'm fine," Gered managed, trying his best not to move his tail or even touch it. "Just give me a sec," he said quickly, and closed the door, adding, "there must've been something on my chair." The second the door shut, Gered yanked his pants and boxers off unabashed, groaning quietly as he rubbed his fluffy tail tentatively. The instinctive motion was oddly soothing.

"Gered? Are you okay?"

In an attempt to avoid answering, Gered asked, "Where are mom and dad anyway?"

"Uh, they went to scout out the neighbourhood, and 'locate available services nearby.'"

"Could have just Googled it," Gered said with a roll of his eyes, but he was thankful he didn't have to deal with his parents, yet.

"Well, there's food and stuff downstairs," Seth sighed. Gered relaxed as his brother receded.

This wasn't working out. With a swish of his tail, Gered slid to the ground in front of the door. For moment, he sat there quietly, not thinking about anything in particular, before hunger gave out and he put his pants back on. Nervous as he was, Gered remained as casual as he could leaving his room. It was thankfully simple to grab the food laid out for him with some random extra to make it a brunch before retreating to his room.

Luckily, staying in his room the entire day wasn't a great deviation from his norm, so excepting scant interruptions, Gered managed to avoid any confrontations. Dinner was nerve-wracking, but it seemed as if his parents were too engrossed in their own conversation about the neighbourhood that Gered's more than usual withdrawn manner didn't elicit any attention.

On his way back up the stairs to his room with another box, Gered heard footsteps behind him, and felt more than a little uneasy. Against his wishes, his tail shifted under his clothes.

"Gered, why were you sitting so weird at dinner?" Seth asked from below him.

"What do you mean?" Gered muttered as naturally as he could.

"You were sorta leaning away from me the entire time..." Seth said quietly, dejectedly.

"Oh!" Gered bit his lip, half relieved that Seth wasn't suspecting anything and half guilty for having made Seth come to that conclusion. "You must have been imagining things. And why does it matter if I was leaning away from you?" Gered considered stuffing his tail down his other leg so he would lean towards Seth next time, but before coming to a conclusion, the two stopped in front of Gered's room.

"Ah, it's nothing, bro, I'm cool," Seth said flatly and retreated to his room.

There was a note of hesitation, but Gered ignored it and continued into his own room.

Zoned out on his bed, Gered heard his parents conversing as they passed by, and for no particular reason, a few words caught his attention.

"- been thinking about testing the water out up on -" Gered leapt to his feet, and popped his head out his room.

"What did you say?"

His parents turned to look at him.

"Oh, we were talking about a recreation centre up a few streets. We passed by it today, and thought it would be nice to see if a membership was worth it. They've got pools, running tracks and such," his mom explained. "You seem interested."

"No, I just thought... Never mind."

"It'd be better than staying at home all the time like you do," his father added a bit reprovingly.

"Well that's what Seth does," Gered countered. His father's lips tightened, but otherwise didn't say anything.

"We can check it out later," his mom said, glancing between the two. "Are you taking another bath today?" she asked.

As much as Gered appreciated the digression, he was hoping no one would bring that up.

"Uh, sure, I guess."

"Well, it's getting late," his father said, signalling the end of the conversation. At least Gered had hoped, before his father's eyes narrowed on him. "Gered, I don't recall you having so much unkempt hair."

Every inch of his body immediately felt exposed under the scrutiny of his father's eyes. Gered could practically feel each unnatural hair quiver. He shrunk back into his room slightly.

"Whatever's wrong, I'll fix it," Gered grumbled between his teeth. His tail shifted, and Gered's breath halted in his throat, swearing that his father's eyes moved.

"Good night, Gered." His father turned and walked away as his mother struck up conversation.

When the opportunity presented itself, Gered made a hasty retreat, with the conversation fading to the growing apprehension. Why did he keep agreeing to come up here? He pushed open the door and the feeling of apprehension grew stronger. In any case, refusing to bathe might have seemed suspicious, he thought grimly.

His curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over to the mirror, still clothed. The reflection looked like him, except it was distinctively hairier. He could see the dark brown hairs poking out of the blue t-shirt he was wearing, and his facial hair was in need of shaving. Gered turned around, seeing nothing incredibly out of the ordinary, and sighed slightly in relief, it seemed a tail was it. Something about the mirror seemed especially strange, however, notwithstanding its unsettling ability to predict the future changes to his body. Gered peered closer and noticed that the reflections past the first one had a hazy overlay. He couldn't make out the details, but every subsequent reflection looked different.

Satisfied with his inspection, Gered filled the tub and disrobed, ignoring the mirrors. When he sank into the hot water, a sense of melancholy washed over him and he wondered why he bothered to lie to himself. Eventually, his eyes flitted to the edge of mirror. Lo and behold, the wolf was there, waiting patiently, tail wagging lazily.

"Not again," Gered mumbled nervously. The wolf raised an eyebrow. "Can you understand me?" Gered asked, sinking deeper into the hot water. This time, he was sure the wolf smiled.

It advanced, but Gered stayed put, watching uneasily as the wolf circled the tub, until it was next to him.

"I - I'm not coming out," Gered stated with conviction. It didn't matter that he must have seemed like a lunatic at that moment, talking aloud to nothing. The wolf rose up onto the edge of the tub. Now that he really looked at it, the wolf was one reflection closer than it had been yesterday.

Bored of waiting, the wolf pushed back down and circled around until it was obscured by the reflections of the tub. A warmth tickled across his face and Gered quickly flinched backward. He could just make out the wolf's head past his own reflections. The wolf tilted its head to the right, tongue hanging out of its muzzle. The faintest notion drifted into Gered's mind and he slowly inched himself out of the tub, moving to the side so he could maintain visual contact on the wolf

There were only a few steps and he would be out of range of the mirrors, which Gered presumed was the limit to the wolf's mobility.

When both his feet were out of the tub, Gered broke off his staring contest with the wolf and ran. It was almost no surprise when Gered dropped to the ground, hands shooting out to catch himself. His logic reasoned that he had tripped, slipped on the floor, obviously, but his mind begged to differ. The weight that now pinned him down was not imaginary. A glance to the right mirror confirmed that the midnight wolf was holding him down with its front paws, chest puffed out triumphantly - and it was more than a little excited. The wolf met Gered's gaze in the mirror, eyes taunting. Gered closed his own eyes in preparation for the apparent repeat of the night.

Strangely, he wasn't afraid, nor sad, instead, he felt something else, a tightness in his chest. Was it anxiety or perhaps even anticipation?

The wolf didn't hold back. Unlike the first night, Gered was very aware of what the wolf was doing. Whether it was a vigour that the wolf hadn't display before or the increasingly real sensations. For all purposes, it was an entirely new feeling. Gered felt no tugging this time. It was IN him, he could sense his anus giving way, the warmth that lingered on his rear every time the wolf pushed in. And it felt good.

Shivers ran down his spine and Gered wagged his tail, slowly falling into the phantasmal rhythm. Blood began to rush to his nether regions as they filled with a tensing sensation.

Then, like a bright spark of light, blinding realization burst back into his mind. What was he doing? How did any of this make sense? His eyes snapped open and he looked at his reflection.

There was hair sprouting everywhere along his body, he could still feel it growing, tiny prickles as it advanced, but at this point it probably wouldn't be considered hair, being more akin to fur. That wasn't possible, not any more than a reflection of a wolf pounding him from behind. No, he had to stop, had to get away, but the second he made to leave, the wolf snapped its eyes onto his. Despite being distant in the reflections of the mirror, the two yellow eyes were crystal clear, and Gered was unable to look away.

Something seemed to grip his head, but instead of the pain of a headache, it was a clamp on his thoughts, and soon it was hard - no, impossible - to think about anything but the deep golden pools boring into his mind. Gered winced, wanting to look away as alien instincts nagged at him: he would submit, he would give in. He didn't want to offend his alpha. The wolf punctuated itself by slowly driving its cock, knot and all, into him; airy emptiness stretching his anal ring. Just watching it happen was too much and Gered buckled as lust flooded his addled mind.

Gered felt his treasure trail thicken as the growth advanced down around his crotch and tickled his balls. Soon they were enveloped in the soft hairs, making his scrotum nice and furry. The growth continued up his shaft, warmth inching its way to his tip. His cock felt tight and every movement was accentuated into a tingling handjob. It wasn't long before his crimson red wolf cock poked free of his newly formed furry sheath, already dripping pre down its tapered length in excitement.

Gered moaned, bowing down as his canine erection bobbed about freely, knot already swelling with blood. The wolf quickened its pace in response and soon neither party could resist before cumming climatically. Ropes of cum splattered the tile floor as Gered emptied his furry balls in his first canine orgasm.

By the time Gered came to his senses, the wolf had vanished as usual, and his stomach was slick with wolf seed, his own wolf seed. Not wanting to think about what had just happened, Gered went to clean himself, before choosing a poor towel as his victim to erase the mess that he had made. But more afraid of not knowing than knowing, Gered confronted the mirror to evaluate the damage.

Oak hair, or more correctly fur, covered the vast majority of his body. But more astonishingly, a fluffy canine sheath of a lighter colour sat on his crotch, with furry testes to match. The sight alone made Gered blush in shame.

At least it seemed more manageable than his tail. To his dismay, Gered found out, back in his room, another issue entirely. Attempts to sleep were futile - hot and futile. Also, the way his clothes rubbed against his fur felt all wrong. Reduced to not much else, Gered locked his room and stripped down to nothing before trying to go to sleep again. It appeared to remedy the issues and strangely, it also seemed so satisfying, so in no time at all he fell asleep.

When the morning came, Gered awoke from more peculiar dreams, but any lingering remnants were rapidly forgotten - albeit the raging erection he was sporting. Startled at the sight, it took Gered more than a few moments of confusion before he recalled the previous night's activities. He gritted his teeth, as he wondered what to do. Should he just leave it alone? Maybe it would go away. Or maybe he could...

Despite the unwarranted compulsion, Gered stopped himself. Now was not the time. Heck, it should never be the time to do that, he thought in embarrassment. A jiggling of the door handle made him jump up in surprise, tail stiff.

"Gered, are you up? Why is the door locked, bro?" Seth asked through the door.

After a moment of hesitation, Gered managed a reply.

"So you don't keep barging in! Did it occur to you that I might of wanted to sleep?"

"You keep sleeping in, though."

"It's summer. That's the point," Gered snapped.

"I'm sorry! You don't have to be so mean about it!" Seth huffed. Gered was about to wave off the complaint when he was hit with a surge of melancholy. His tail tucked and he glanced at the ground, even though Seth couldn't see him.

"I - I didn't mean to. I'm the one that should be sorry," Gered quietly apologized, unsure if Seth had even heard him.

"Uh, well, okay. That's cool," Seth said slowly and with evident surprise. Gered sat on his bed as the sound of Seth's footsteps retreated, wondering how weird that exchange had been.

Gered was glad that his head was left largely unchanged, so that despite being really hot and uncomfortable, the sweater he wore obscured all his fur. Sleeping-in allowed him to miss breakfast, but at lunch, it was all he could do to remain as normal and inconspicuous. So when he was questioned about his attire, he nearly choked on his spoon.

"Er, the house is kinda cold," he muttered, head down.

"But it's summer," his mom pointed out. Gered could only shrug. "Well, I'll see if I can turn up the heating."

Gered mentally groaned.

After that, he made sure to avoid his family as much as possible, though that didn't solve all his problems.

It didn't occur to him until he took his pants off in the washroom. How the heck was he supposed to urinate? Gered stared between the daunting challenge at hand and his unfortunate new anatomy. Tentatively, he poked his sheath, which didn't do much at all.

"Are you kidding me?" he grumbled. As he stood there dumbfounded, an idea slowly crept its way into his head, and Gered blanched when it finally hit him. More than a little sheepish and degraded, he got down onto all fours and positioned himself the only way he could think of, leg raised over the toilet. Somehow, the correct orientation seemed almost natural to him and Gered relieved himself, feeling abnormally content afterword.

Fortunately, he was able to take his mind off things as the last few boxes were sorted out, and the remaining furniture put into place. He had insisted on doing everything by himself, but the amount of physical work made him sweat under his sweater and layer of fur, making the coolness of the approaching night a welcome reprieve. However, he could no longer ignore the internal debate of whether to take another bath or not. One part warning against the dangers of another night, while a quieter voice Gered couldn't believe he had, whispered at the back of his mind, taunting him over how much he enjoyed it last time.

From whatever measly reserves of willpower in his possession, Gered decided to avoid going back. To his misfortune, his mom remained true to her word and Gered soon found himself unable to withstand the heat. Confronting his mom about it was not within the realm of possibility. He wanted to take a nice cold shower, but seeing as it was occupied, had to strip himself down instead, lying on his bed until then to cool down. Every minute left him hotter and more exhausted. At first, he regretted his decision to do all the manual labour on his own, but those thoughts soon gave way to just how hot and stuffy he was. It made him feel a bit light headed and hazy.

"Ugh, I hate this," he breathed out, and finally relented; he could always fill the jacuzzi with cold water. Too tired and uncomfortable to bother putting on all his clothes, Gered grabbed his clothes and pulled his sweater on, tugging on it to cover his waist. With a look of heat induced irritation, he pulled open the door, ready to rush to the top floor - until he nearly dashed right into Seth.

"Ah, Seth!" Gered cried out in alarm and slammed the door shut. Gered made silent prayers for Seth to ignore him and just move on.

"Gered? What'd you do that for?" Seth asked, and knocked on the door. Gered's tail flitted about nervously.

"Nothing! Your face was so ugly it, er, startled... me," Gered called out, but the bravado of the terrible excuse decayed as he said it.

"What? Why do you have to be so rude, bro?" Seth said, angrily, but audibly stomped off, to Gered's relief. This time, he peeked outside first, hand gripping the sweater as far as it would go before making the mad dash.

Down the hallway, up the stairs and another door shut between him and prying eyes. Gered quickly pulled the sweater off his head, and a bit too eagerly, walked over to the mirror. As expected, the reflections closer to him were still somewhat hazy, but he could just make out what the future had in store. It didn't look too bad, kinda cute, Gered thought as he climbed into the tub that he began filling with cold water. The coolness seeped slowly through his fur and made his nether region tingle. Gered shivered as the pent up heat dissipated. More alert, it took no time to spot the wolf making its entrance.

"Welcome back, wolf," Gered mumbled. The wolf tilted its head in response. "Hmph, don't be like that. You won. You got what you wanted." Gered flipped some water at the wolf's supposed location. The empty tile floor where the water would have landed remained dry. In the mirror, the wolf shook its fluffy black coat, looking a little annoyed. Gered smirked. The wolf hunched back, head down, teeth bared. The smirk quickly dropped off Gered's face. Then the wolf leapt.

Gered yelped, almost falling back like he had done before, but this time, caught himself on the edge, sending the water sloshing about.

"H-Hey!" Gered said as he found that the wolf had merely jumped to the edge of the tub. It was unnerving knowing the wolf was so close, but having to look away from where it should be to see it. And the ridiculous grin it had made it all the worse. Abruptly, the wolf turned backwards to face the door, and Gered looked over just as his mother knocked on the door.

"Gered, what was that yell?" she asked.

"Guh, I made the water too cold and didn't notice until it was too late," Gered said, almost proud at such a normal excuse.

"You really should be more cautious. You keep getting me worked up," his mother scolded. Gered glanced back at the mirror in time to see the wolf walk out of sight in front of the tub. "Well, good night."

Just as Gered deemed his mother a safe distance away, a prick on his shoulder made him jerk away. The wolf was behind him, jaws open. Gered made to splash more water at it, but then it swivelled its head so their eyes met in the mirror, and ran its tongue over its black lips, its glinting teeth, its ebony nose. Gered stood still, watching in a mesmerized unease. The wolf leaned its head forward, and licked across the fur on Gered's chest.

It was like a warm brush, tugging at each hair, and made Gered shiver once more. To his surprise, the tip of his cock poked out, and encouraged by the brisk air and the wolf's kiss, steadily rose to full mast. The wolf brought its tongue up Gered's sparse, stubbly beard, and onto his fairly bare cheek. Despite the cold, Gered began feeling hot, and stepped out of the tub.

Already, he could feel the lust heat his veins and egg the changes. Gered's tail beat against the side of the tub as his hands drifted southward along his dripping wet fur. Dimly, he wondered if he smelt like wet dog.

He also became aware of the wolf that was near him, and looking back at the mirror, he saw it hovering near his crimson cock. Gered swore he could feel the hot breaths teasing his length, making him blush. The heat in his cheeks lingered, settling in his ears. As fur wrapped around them, they grew longer, and slid higher up his head.

"Down." The voice was strong and Gered was immediately compelled to do such. He dropped into all fours, new canine ears twitching nervously. When next Gered looked into the mirror, did he realize whom the voice came from. When the wolf's cock pierced his anus, he realized he didn't care. He was still soaking, but Gered felt only the heat of the non-existent wolf stop him. The stretching of his backdoor made Gered moan silently, but when his hand reached towards his own canine rod, the voice stopped him with a sharp, "Stop."

Confused, but too horny to care, Gered clenched his hand and pressed it hard onto the floor as the wolf shoved deeper into him. This time around, it wasn't just stretching; Gered felt his anal walls tighten uselessly against an intangible assailant. The tightness in Gered's balls was soon relieved as he ejaculated, rapidly followed by a bloating sensation in his colon. Cum drained from his hot rod, and he slumped to the ground, dazed. Hazy, he looked up to see the wolf pull out, cock still dripping. It stepped one reflection closer and vanished. Tired, Gered slumped onto the ground. When he finally got cleaned up, with another towel tossed inconspicuously into the trash, Gered found himself already getting hot again. Did his fur coat get thicker? It certainly seemed that way with how long it took to dry.

Not wanting his parents to comment on the long duration in the jacuzzi, Gered swiftly retreated to his room, resigning to explore his changes later.

As the morning came again, Gered found himself inexplicably aroused once more. Yesterday he was able to hold it off, but for whatever reason, it was almost hard to think of anything but his pulsing rod. An idea occurred to him, and sheepishly, he dressed himself. For one thing, his fur coat made everything he wore a bit too tight, not withstanding the trouble his tail had been giving him. To his further chagrin, as he pulled on his shirt, h brushed against his fluffy ears. And now he needed something to cover those too. He left his room with his sweater's hood pulled over a hat he wore, which both pushed down (terribly uncomfortably) on his ears. That was to speak nothing of his cock, which pressed against the front of his sweater, the rubbing doing nothing to stop the erection.

"Oh, you're up. Mornin' bro." Gered's heart did a flip. With his ears held down, he hadn't even heard his brother's approach.

"Ah, g'morning," Gered mumbled.

"Are you going somewhere? I don't think it's any colder outside."

"No - just heading to the washroom," Gered replied. "Can't I dress a bit fancy like mom and dad?"

"I guess, but I thought you didn't like doing that?"

"Eheh, change of heart?" Gered was practically melting from the heat, both physical and metaphorical, as he wished for his brother to leave him alone.

"Well, breakfast is where it always is."

"Why, good morning sleepyhead," their mother said. Gered grimaced.

"Ha, good morning mom."

"I see you've decided to dress up a bit." Something about the tone was unsettlingly mocking.

"Yeah, it's great, now I really have to go the washroom," Gered said, immediately proceeding to the washroom without having turned back once. Though it wasn't his planned destination, Gered didn't want to raise suspicion. He pulled the hood and hat off, and pressed his ear against the door. When the coast was clear, he dashed up toward the master suite and into the jacuzzi room.

With immense, relief, he tore his clothes off, incredibly hot and horny.

The room looked quite different in the light of day. As Gered approached the mirror, it became apparent that something was off. The mirror was just a mirror. There were no tricks or strange reflections. Though he waited at least a few minutes for the wolf, it did not come. At least by then, his lust had abated. Seeing as he was already there, Gered inspected the previous night's changes. Apart from his clearly new wolf ears, his hair was longer; no longer the cropped cut he had before. Gered opened his mouth, to find his teeth distinctively sharper, and his tongue longer. His fur coat was denser too. How long before he wound up becoming a wolf completely? Gered's ears drooped at the thought and he put on his clothes. Even without being turned on, he found it unbearably constricted around his crotch, with the sheath sticking above the waistband of his boxers. A strong but brief urge suggested walking around nude.

Knowing that he would have to sit for at least twenty minutes with his family for lunch and dinner, Gered spent the rest of the morning thinking of excuses to avoid the situation at all costs.

In a stroke of luck, his parents went out for lunch, but dinner was less difficult.

"Gered, no hats or hoods at the table," his father said the moment he arrived.

"And you've got both," his mother added.

"If you guys can dress fancy, then I can too," Gered argued.

"Excuse me? I would appreciate if you didn't talk back."

"I -" Gered could feel his tail tuck and he shifted in his chair. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Gered ducked his head lower than it already was. He began to get out of his chair, when his mom stopped him.

"It's fine, Gered, just please be respectful next time." Quietly, Gered sat back down.

"Can you please turn the heating off?" Gered asked.

"Oh, of course," their mom said with stifled bewilderment.

The rest of their dinner passed in a tense, awkward silence.

The moment he was he finished, Gered made his way up to the jacuzzi. Only to be stopped as usual.

"Aren't you going to shower, bro? You've proven your point: there aren't any monsters."

Exhausted from the dinner ordeal, and conflicted over how he had reacted Gered managed to say, "I like it."

Ironically, Gered did not plan to take a bath today. Once locked safely inside, he stripped and sat against the tub, facing the door with his eyes on the mirror, all the while sniffing at the strange scent on the air. For the first time, he heard the wolf's approach - and also for the first time, it was standing upright. For a second, Gered was stunned, but the wolf smiled and sat down next to Gered, blocking his view of himself. It was right in beside him, but there was nothing there. Gered leaned forward, feeling the heat of another, and hearing their gentle breathing, when suddenly his cheek was assaulted with a warm tugging.

Gered fell back from the lick, but before he could react, his hands seemed to move on their own, guided by an unseen force until they met resistance. Gered's eyes told him there was nothing between his hands, but from the position of the kneeling wolf's back in the mirror and the heat, he knew exactly what his hands were touching... and what he wanted do. Gered started by sliding his hands around to get an image of the cock that undoubtedly sat between his hands. He closed his eyes, allowing his hands to explore the ethereal wolf dick. Abruptly there was a tightening on his own sheath, and Gered peeked an eye open to see the wolf's hand reaching down, tail wagging eagerly. It turned its head to the side, eyes encouraging.

Gered grinned, wrapping his hands around the heat and stroking up and down, even as his own canine penis emerged from its sheath, teased by the faint squeezing pressure of the wolf's ghostly caresses.

Faster and faster he went, sometimes forgetting that there was nothing there, as the wolf matched his speed. The tightness that encircled his own shaft felt akin to the building sensation of orgasm, and Gered found it increasingly difficult to jerk the wolf off. He was tireless; the blur of motion on his dick erased any notion of stopping. Gradually, his fingertips felt unnaturally sensitive, but that was forgotten as tension seized his cock, and a surge of heat followed Gered's blissful release.

The first thought that came to him as his senses returned was that the odour was stronger and vaguely reminded him of the wolf. The other was the strange numbness in his hands. He raised his hands up to his head to see the distinctive canine paw pads that covered his palm and fingertips. Pinkish white claws now tipped the ends of his fingers, and when he got up, it seemed that his feet were in the same condition as well, making a click as he walked across the tile floor. Fur had progressed its growth until only the upper part of Gered's neck and head remained mostly bare skin.

While cleaning himself up, he noticed how hard it was to balance with the pads on his feet; something just felt wrong. He did his best to ignore it, and using his enhanced hearing, crept unnoticed back to his room where he soon found himself asleep.

He woke up slightly dazed; mind lifting from whatever dream-induced fog it had been in. He yawned and flexed his toes, shivering slightly as his feet pads rubbed against one another. Reminded of last night changes, Gered looked at his hands, wondering how he could hide them. Gloves would be completely abnormal. But why bother? It wasn't like it was bad that he was like this, it was just that his family wouldn't understand. For his family's sake, Gered didn't want them to know about his transformation, but he knew that all was well; he was happy the way he was.

A familiar sound made Gered's ear twitch and he proceeded to call out to his passing brother.

"Morning Seth!" There was a pause before his brother replied.

"Good morning Gered... How did you know I was out here?" Seth asked in wonderment. Gered moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, feet swinging and tail wagging lazily.

"I could hear you," he stated with a lazy smile.

"Okay, then, bro," Seth said, and pattered away, just a bit quieter than before.

Oddly satisfied, Gered ruffled his chest fur with a small giggle before putting on his clothes, absentmindedly following his nose to breakfast. Instead of his usual, mindless internet browsing, Gered felt like doing something else. For one thing, he thought as he scratched his clothed chest, he did not want to wear anything, it was exhaustingly uncomfortable.

Stripped to the fur, Gered paced about his room, sniffing the air periodically. His brother came to call him for lunch, but Gered waved him off,, despite his wagging tail citing that he had eaten enough at breakfast. Everything seemed to be going fine. Gered sensed his mother's approach, and wasn't surprised when she knocked on the door.

"Gered, you need to spend less time in your room, at least take a walk around the neighbourhood."

The thought hadn't occurred to him that he had never been outside the house since his arrival.

"Alright," he replied. Hands stuffed in his sweater pockets, and ears pressed down with a baseball cap, Gered stepped out of the house, taking a big whiff of the cooler air, as long as he didn't stand in the sun. Compelled by instinct he began a light jog down the driveway. Not once did he pass another person, and he was glad, because he found it increasingly hotter. No sooner than having gone for ten minutes, he was panting heavily, hands on his knees. The houses ended ahead, leading to a large open park area, surrounded by trees.

Gered glanced weakly around himself and removed the cap before running into the trees. With the shade to protect from the sun, Gered found it tremendously easier to cool down, but his heavy panting didn't stop. Despite all this, he kept going, eventually shedding off his sweater.

Lost, mentally, in the cool, earthy scent around him, Gered slumped against a tree, dropping his cap and sweater to the ground. A breeze ruffled between his ears and across the fur exposed on his arms. Slowly, his panting slowed down, eyes drooping to the lulling wind, until he fell asleep.