The Flavor of Love
" OWOOOOO!!", the howl rang out across the forest. Bailey looked back, startled by the sudden break in the silence. It was his first camping trip alone and he was still a bit nervous about sleeping in the woods by himself.
The 20 year old stood 6.4 and weighed about 150 in lean muscle. His naturally dark red hair was shot through with black streaks and spiked back slightly and his green eyes shone in the moonlight under a noble brow. His dark green t-shirt was slightly sweat stained from the long trek and his blue jeans and black converse were dusty. His right ear was pierced with an emerald stud and his left eyebrow with a simple gunmetal grey ring.
" Shite", he said, his Irish brouge evident, " that sounded like a big wolf. I'd best se' up camp somewhere farther away. Damnit, I'm talkin' to myself again!" Shaking his head in disgust with himself, Bailey walked back down the trail, closer to the tiver he had crosse earlier. He was slightly frightened so he sang Rammstein to himself to make the forest less frightening.
Hier kommt die Sonne,
Hier kommt die Sonne,
Sie ist der Heltzer Stern von allen
Und willt nie vom Himmel fallen!
Bailey set up his sleeping bag, prefering to sleep under the stars then in a tent, and lit a small fire to cook the fish he had caught earlier that day over. He pulled out a small metal tea pot and brewed some green tea, then settled back to look at the stars. As his fish was cooking ha noticed there was a full moon out that night. Now, Bailey's greatest wish had always been to be a werewolf. He loved wolves and the idea to be part wolf excited him. Wolves were just such majestic, strong, wild, wise, fierce creatures. As he ate his food and drank his tea he thought to himself, * I would do anythin' to be a werewolf, anythin' at all*. Little did he know that, at that very moment, a pair of yellow eyes were staring at him from across the river, and they were thinking * hmmmmm...this is my lucky night. heh heh heh*.
Bailey had just drifted off to Bachs the Goldberg Variations in his head when a dark form came silently gliding across the river. A huge werewolf pulled itself onto the bank and shook itself dry. Its grey fur was dark, like steel, and its yellow eyes glowed in the moonlight under a mop of thicker brownish blonde fur, almost a mane, on its head. It crept on all fours towards Baileys sleeping bag, its 8 foot long heavily muscled body making no noise whatsoever. As it drew ever closer it failed to see the teapot lying on the ground by the banked fire...
"CLANG!!!!!! " the teapot made a raucous din as the weres tail knocked it onto the rocks of the fire. Bailey sprang up instinctively with hie Spyderco Harpy in his hand. He could'nt see the wolf very well in the dark and held his knife ready, the curved steel blade waving slightly from side to side. He heard a growled " Fuck!" from his right and turned, too late, to see a huge form leaping towards him.
Bailey was a great fighter, strong and swift and smart, but the werewolf took him completely by surprise, and as a huge set of fanged jaws bit deep into his right shoulder, he had time for one last thought before he blacked out. * This better be a fuckin' werewolf or I'm gonna be bloody pissed off when I wake up*.....
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" Auuugh. Fuuuccckkk.", Bailey came to with a groan, his shoulder hurt abominably and his head even worse. The sun was out and he was lying in the entrance of a cave. His shoulder was bandaged and there were some aspirin sitting nearby with a mug of hot green tea. He looked around and saw, sitting further back in the cave, a tall lean man with long black hair. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a blue plaid cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up openover his bare chest, and a pair of beat up moccasins. The man looked at him and said," Take those aspirin with that tea and you'll feel better."
" H-how did I get here?" Bailey asked. The man looked at him for a minute or so, then stood and walked over.
" Introductions first. I know you're Bailey," Bailey looked startled and the man continued ," I looked in your wallet when I found you. My name is Nathaniel, though some call me Swiftwater." He had a faint British accent that almost sounded as if he had purposely suppresed it for a great deal of his life." I found you in the woods this morning. I'm on my spirit quest, for my spirit animal, but all I found was you. My tribe isn't expecting me back for a few weeks, so I figured I would help out a stranger, and maybe it would please my guide. Wherever he is." He looked so melancholy that Bailey had to break the silence.
"Spirit animal, eh? Ummmm... hope you don' mind my askin', but why do you look like a native american, but sound a bit British?" Bailey grinned at the other male, flashing his teeth in his most charming grin, and Nathaniel gasped and fell back a step or two. Bailey frowned and said, "Whats wrong?"
" What exactly do you remember from last night?" Nathaniel asked, his face stoic but his blue gray eyes concerned and a bit frightened. "Do you remember anything at all?"
" Well, not really. I was asleep and there was an awful din. Something knocked over my teapot. I junped up wi' my knife at the ready, but all I saw was a big shadow. It struck me an' bit my shoulder. That's all I can recall.", Bailey looked up at Nathaniel, seeing the concern in his eyes he asked, " Why? Is there somethin' amiss?"
Nathaniel looked around and said," This might sound crazy, but have your canines always been so long and sharp?" Bailey looked confused, then rose shakily and walked over to a basin with water in it. He immediately noticed that his eyes were a bit brighter green, not lighter, it was almost as if they glowed with an inner light. He opened his mouth and looked at his teeth, then stared, gaping, at his reflection. His canines were definitely longer and razor sharp looking. He also had a few days worth of stubble on his cheeks chin and upper lip.
" Wot in fuckin' 'ell is goin' on wi' me?" he yelled. He frantically looked around for an escape, but the only exit was blocked by Nathaniel.
Nathaniel spread his arms wide, hands open, showing his lack of weapons. "Easy now," he said in a calming voice," It's gonna be okay. We'll figure out whats wrong and take are of it." Bailey stood, shaking with suppresed panic, then sat heavily. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, resting his hads loosely on his knees, palms facing up.
Nathaniel, understanding the need to meditate to stave off the panic, did the same. They both began the chant, " Ohm mani padme hum. Ohm mani padme hum."
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Bailey was in a verdant green thriving forest. Beams of light penetrated the thick canopy. A beautiful osprey landed on a branch over head. Bailey looked at it and smiled. It appeared sometimes when he meditated and he had taken to calling it Eyrie. Suddenly something strange happened. A large black wolf trotted into the clearing and looked up at the fishing eagle. Something seemed to pass between the two and Eyrie swooped down to land on the wolfs back. Bailey was confused, this had never happened before!
He walked up to the wolf, not afraid, just curious, and the wolf looked at him. Its green eyes stared into his own and a voice spoke out, deep and calm with no accent at all. *Bailey*
Bailey gasped and stepped back a pace. " How do you know my name?" he asked.
*I am Zarkon* the wolf said, * You already know Eyrie. We are your spirit guides.*
"What?!" Bailey said, then laughed," Oh I ge' it. I fel asleep while I was meditatin'. Ha ha ha! For a mini' there, I almost believed you."
The wolf snarled long and low, *Idiot!* it growled, its eyes flashing, *You are in danger if you don't listen to me!* Bailey took another involuntary step back. The wolf stepped forward. *Are you ready to listen yet?* "Y-yes." the man stammered.
*You have been bitten by a werewolf.* Zarkon stated matter of factly. *If you do not accept the wolf into your soul, it will devour you.*
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Nathaniel was in a green forest. He was alone, as always, and he was dissapointed. For days he had been tracking his spirit guide, but to no avail. He didn't even know what it was, only that it was some kind of predator. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of nature. He heard the wind in the trees, the river gurgling over rocks, the occaisional leaf falling, but nothing moving. No animals at all, because this was his spirit realm, and no animls could enter other than his spirit guide, whom he had yet to find. Nathaniel sighed and sent out with all his might a thought wave, *I'm here! It's me! Please, come find me!*
Instead of the usual silence he recieved in reply he got a brushing on his consciousness. *Hello?* he asked tentatively. Instead of a verbal reply a huge black panther walked out from in between the trees. Nathaniel froze, forgetting for a moment that he was in his mind. The panther padded up to the young male and looked into his eyes. Eyes that were grey blue like the sky right before a storm looked into identical eyes, one pair with fear and confusion, the other with a steadfast wisdom.
*Hello Nathaniel, I am Athakas.I apologize for taking so long, but you needed to find the young man called Bailey first. Now that you have found him your quest for your true name may begin.*
"My true name?" Nathaniel asked,"but I already know my name, it's Nathaniel Swiftwater. Why do I need another one?"
Athakas sat down and yawned, flicking his tail tip, and replied *Only certain people have a true name. Niether of those are yours for, you see, you have shaman blood in your veins.*
Nathaniel sat and thought about this, thinking aloud to himself. "Shaman blood? But I thought that shamans were merely witch doctors, not a completely different blood type."
*True shamans have demon blood in their veins. It was your great grandsire that was a demon.* Athakas replied. *But that is inconsequential. Right now your new friend is meeting his spirit guides and learning about himself, and he will need your help. A part of the benefits of having a spirit guide is being able to change your shape to that of your guides.* The panther stood up and faced Nathaniel, looking into his face. *I believe you are strong enough right now to attempt it. When you return to the other plain stay seated and imagine yourself as a panther. Allow your spirit to change your body to that shape. It will be difficult,* Athakas cautioned, *but I believe you will be able to accomplish this feat.*
Nathaniel looked at his guide, " You mean I hafta go now? But I just met you!" He wasn't ready to go after finally meeting his spirit guide. The search had taken him weeks and he wanted to learn all he could from Athakas.
*Silly human,* Athakas rumbled, butting his head against Nathaniels, *Now that you have found me I will always be within reach. Just speak with me in your mind and I'll reply.*
Nathaniel nodded and closed his eyes, ready to go back to the plain of reality.
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" A werewolf?! I've been bitten by a werewolf!?" Bailey sat down with a thump. " A werewolf," he whipered. " I was bitten by a werewolf. I was actually bitten by a werewolf." He bent his head almost as if sad, then leaped into the air executing a perfect frontflip in midair. "Wahooooo!!!!!!!!"
Zarkon rolled his eyes and snapped *Sit down!* Bailey stumbled back and fell to the ground. *I know you have always wanted to be a werewolf, but there are things you have to know before you begin to rejoice. For example, you will have to eat flesh.*
" No problem!"
*And the change will be painful and take a while to get used to before you can change instantly.*
"Fine, I can take it!"
*And there is the matter of sex...*
"Whoa whoa whoa. Wai' a mini'. Whats wrong wi' sex?" Bailey asked, concerned. " I'm no' gonna hafta stop it, am I?"
*No, far from it actually. Your libido will be tenfold now that you have turned, but you have to be careful. It would be better to have sexual relations with other werewolves and supernaturals. You will be much stronger, faster, agile, and your instincts will be much sharper. Sex will be addicting, because of the physical experience, and it will be very difficult, almost painful to not have sex. Especially during the full moon.*
Baileys smile faded. "Oh. Well, I'm sure I can handle it. I'll jes be extra careful." He looked at his surroundings and his smile returned. " A werewolf, it's like dream come true."
Zarkon shook himself and Eyrie took off into the trees. *You have to return to the plane of reality now. When you arrive you may not see Nathaniel. Do not be afraid, react instinctively but do not attack him. Your body will tell you what to do. I will be in touch with you through your mind.* Bailey nodded and sat, allowing himself to return to his home plane, not quite ready for what lay in store.
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As nathaniel came to he kept his eyes shut and did as Athakas had instructed him. He allowed his body to follow his instincts and imagined himself as a great black panther. He opened his eyes and turned to Bailey to see him staring at him in shock. Suddenly Bailey let out a snarling howl and changed into a great wolf!
Bailey shook with the pain of the transformation. To him it felt like hours to change when in reality it took about a minute. His skin broke into a sweat and then erupted with black fur. His face elongated into a great fanged muzzle and his hair grew along his back nearly to his shoulders, a great red and black mane. His arms, shoulders, legs, back, and chest exploded with muscle as his fingers and toes sprouted razor sharp claws. His tail sprang proudly from the small of his back, shot through with red fur. His eyes glowed emerald green as he stood erect on a pair of muscular anthromorphic legs, a stunning height of 8 feet.
The power! Baileys entire being was infused with such strength that it almost stunned him. He knew that he was the most powerful being for miles and miles around. He could do anything, be anything. He was invincible! Suddenly, Bailey saw a huge panther standing, looking at him from several feet away. Almost instantly he felt himself harden, the sexual drive that Zarkon had spoken of! It was irresistable!!
Nathaniel saw the great beast look at him, and then smelled the ripe smell of its arrousal. From the wolfs sheath emerged a huge red cock, about 2 ft in length and as wide around as a Ffolgers coffee can. A pair of cantloupe sized balls hung beneath the monster of a cock, and, despite himself, Nathaniel bagan to feel a stirring from below himself.
The one thought left in Baileys head was *MATE MATE MATE MATE* He saw only the panther, smelled its arousal, and knew that he must dominate it. He must be the Alpha and put this creature in its place. He lunged with a roar!!
Nathaniel knew he was no match for this beast and changed back to a human, hoping to break through the beastial instinct, but it was too late. Bailey grabbed the smaller 6.5 human and drove him to the ground, face down. He proceeded to stick his muzzle and tounge deep in between the poor humans ass cheeks. Licking and snuffling he held Nathaniels upper body down with one hand, fondling his ball sack and cock with the other. He was surprisingly gentle, slowly exploring deeper and deeper into Nathaniels crack with his tongue.
*AHA!* Bailey thought as he found Nathaniels puckered entrance. Using his canine tongue, he dove deeper and deeper into it, knowing it was about as much preparation he could offer. The saliva had a numbing effect on Nathaniels tailhole and instinctively he shifted partway to panther. He was still smaller than Bailey, about 7 ft tall, but he was more muscular than before and covered in luxurious black fur. His long tail twisted this way and that in pleasure and fear. His eyes squinted tight and his small feline ears lay flat on his head.
Bailey was pleased. He knew that the smaller male had shifted so that it would be easier on him, and in a way it was a form of submission, a surrender to the inevitable. Bailey decided that Nathaniel was as ready as he would ever be and lifted him off of the florr a bit. On his knees behind him, enormous cock pointed right at his victims tailhole, he held tight to his lovers hips and drove himself forward.
"RAAAOOOOHHRRRR!!!!" Nathaniel half screamed, half roared. He had never been taken from behind before and the pain was ridiculous. Bailey paused, only halfway in, trying to give his partner more time to get used to the intrusion. All his instincts screamed *POUND HIM INTO THE GROUND!!!!* But he knew that he knew this creature, it was a friend.
"JUST DO IT!" Nathaniel roared. The blood made an excellent lubricant, and as the wolf continued to drive himself into the panther they both enjoyed the experience. Bailey made himself go slow, perched on his knees behind the panther, holding on to its hip with both clawed hands, but he needed to fuck this bitch, and now!
Bailey picked up Nathaniel, still inside of him, and sat the smaller panther on his lap, lifting him up and down on his cock at a steadily increasing pace. Both were close to climax and knew it. Baileys balls had reached the size of pumpkins and were starting to ache with the weight of his load. Nathaniel emptied his baseball sized nuts all over the cave floor, roaring aloud with relief. A moment later, Bailey came, cumming in spurts inside of his lover, the size of his load actually forcing Nathaniels stomach out nearly a foot.
They collapsed to the cave floor, Baileys now flaccid cock still tight in te others ass. Nathaniel was completely blacked out. Bailey gave Nathaniel a lick to the cheek then, holding nathaniel close, he turned onto his back and fell asleep, Nathaniels slightly protruding stomach rising above them.
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When they woke the sun was setting. Bailey pulled out of Nathaniel and stood to look outside. Both were human again, Nathaniels stomach no longer protruding but what looked like a thin layer of extra fat that hadn't been there before around his middle. Bailey looked at Nathaniel with apology and sadness in his eyes.
Nathaniel looked back, forgiving and understanding. They nodded to each other, and the sun sank below the trees. Bailey turned and ran towards the forest, already changing, and Nathaniel set about cleaning up the cave.
As Bailey ran through the woods he became aware of another presence nearby. It smelled so irresistably enticing that he changed course to intercept it. It was an elk, a bull. Bailey jumped onto its back and broke its neck with a single twist of his mighty hands. The dead elk fell to the forest floor and Bailey began to feed, the old wolf proverb "Eat. When not eating sleep, for hunger always returns." in his head. He did more than eat. He gorged. He ate the entire carcass, the juicy heart bursting with blood in his jaws, the liver like a smooth hairless peach, slurping the brain down whole. The old bull was positively marbled with white fatty streaks and the meat tender and sweet from a good spring.
When Bailey stumbled back to the cave his belly was positively sagging with the food he had consumed. His predators body would turn it all into fat for energy later on. He carried with him a second elk, a cow, of which he had eaten half already. Nathaniel took this and cooked it over the fire as Bailey curled up to sleep at the far wall of the cave.
Nathaniel ate all of the cow that Bailey had brought him, noticing that his stomach held far more than it had before. He was a bit concerned about this but shrugged it off, deciding to think on it tomorrow. He went to his sleeping pallet and lay down for the night, wondering exactly what tomorrow would bring and how he would find his true name.
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The next morning Bailey woke with a groan. He stood shakily, wondering why his balance was so off. Looking down he immediately saw the problem. Where he had once had a beautiful six pack set of abs he now had a soft flabby pot belly that sagged over the waistband of his jeans. " Bloody hell!" he exclaimed quietly to himself. He looked over at Nathaniel who had the same problem, tho he was asleep with a content smile on his face, his hand lightly clasping his own pot belly. Nahaniel also had chubbier thighs and arms, though just barely noticable. Bailey decided to go for a run through the woods to try to work off some of the weight he had gained.
Nathaniel woke to someone jogging up to the cave and turned to see who it was. Bailey ran up with his shirt off, wearing nothing but his jeans, his six pack returned. Nathaniel stood to greet him and noticed his flabby belly and blushed. Bailey, catching the blush said, " Dude, if ya go for a run round the woods for a good hour tha'll jes melt away."
Nathaniel, enjoying the softness of his new fat, said, " Maybe in a bit, got any breakfast?"
Bailey dragged another elk into view." Ya, it seems theres a herd of 'em living in the woods here. Help yourself, I'm good." Nathaniel commenced to devour the elk, all of it. For some reason the feeling of having an overly full belly was arousing to him, and as he ate he could feel his cock stiffening.
Baileys head swiveled, trying to pinpoint the scent of arousal, the wolf inside of him beginning to take control. Nathaniel knew what would happen if he didn't do something about it soon, so he turned to his friend and said "Bailey. I think I'm gonna need some help over here."
Bailey looked at him sharply, " Oh yeh?" Nathaniel crawled slowly towards Bailey, who was already starting to sprout fur uncontrollably.
"Yeah," Nathaniel said, " I'm still hungry ya see, well, thirsty rather, and I know just what I want for breakfast."
Nathaniel tackled Bailey right off the rock he was sitting on and yanked off his jeans. Bailey was up in a second, completely changed and growling his dominance. Nathaniel simply grabbed the tip of the thick red cock poking out of its sheath and put it in his mouth. What ensued was more of a strange attempt to get the last drop of capri sun out of the straw then anything sensual. Nathaniel grunting and suckling on the end of the wolfs member, and Bailey lying there taking it.
Bailey came about 5 minutes later and Nathaniel drank every last drop, his belly already past full from the elk, now sloshing from the creamy liquid that had been added to the mix. Bailey leapt up, hard again already, and spun his lover around, punishing him for his non-submissive behavior. He plunged into him, again and again until Nathaniel was crying out from the pleasure and pain. When he finally came he held Nathaniel down, ensuring that none of the cum escaped him. Nathaniel was literally lifted up off of the ground by the level of contents in his stomach. His swollen belly raising him 3 feet off the floor of the cave. Bailey grabbed a rock of appropriate size and shoved in Nathaniels tailhole, snarling to show that if he removed it he would be pnished again, in a similar manner.
Bailey loped out of sight, still fully changed, leaving Nathaniel lying on his belly in the cave, breathing heavily from exhaustion, he soon fell asleep.
Bailey hunted and killed 5 elk that afternoon. Gorging on each one until he could no longer move. He lay there and called out to Zarkon. *Zarkon? Are you there?*
Zarkon appeared, looking at Baileys straining stomach with amusement. *Whats up with my appetite?* Bailey asked.
*It is normal. As is Nathaniels desire to become even bigger. It is a natural desire for you love the softness of the flesh. You will become more and more attracted to him as he grows in girth, for the wolf in you knows this means a healthy mother, even though he will not bear you cubs.*
"And I will eat like this every time I hunt? Thats natural?" Zarkon nodded in agreement and Bailey sighed " Geez! I still hafta get used ta this."
Zarkon smiled, *You will. It is your fate to stay with him, and it is his fate to grow for you. And every time you couple he will grow even larger, for you will adapt to his needs.*
"Hmmmm. He does look better with more meat on his bones." Bailey said. He looked up but Zarkon was gone. He heaved himself to his feet and looked down at his own belly. It had already turned to fat and was hanging a bit past his thighs, which also looked pudgier and thicker. His pecs had definitely become moobs, resting on top of his belly, which also protruded out almost a foot. His arms were still all muscle though, and he knew he could hold his own during a fight, despite the fat. He was more solid then flabby, whereas Nathaniel seemed to be getting softer and squishier. Bailey sighed and picked up the rest of the elk, deciding to grab another on the way back to the cave, knowing his partner would be hungry.
Nathaniel was waiting for him when he got back. Bailey slung the elk and a half down by the fire and hugged the smaller male. Nathaniel was definitly soft and cuddly. His great flabby gut hung practically to his knees, extending a good 2 feet in front of him. His love handles actually stuck out noticably all the way around his body. His moobs lay loosly on his gut, actually sagging to either side due to the sive of them. His arms were stuck at angles from his sides, unable to go any further down, his torso just to wide around. His thighs touched each other all the way down to his knees, and his ass was a pair og fleshy pink globes almost creating a shelf behind him.
"I missed you today." Nathaniel said to Bailey.
Bailey looked around the cave, at the bed made up behind his lover, at the elk lying by the fireside, at the moon rising outside the cave, and replied, "Me too lover, me too."