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One of the Family

Written by Leo_Todrius

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The steady drone of the highway was hypnotic in a way that Sage was starting to grow concerned by. Green eyes glanced into the rear view mirror, checking for other traffic. The nearest cluster of cars was a fair distance back, although it was hard to see over the two hampers full of dirty clothes loaded into the rear of the hatchback. Turning his eyes forward again, Sage bit his puffy bottom lip, weighing his focus. The sky was nearly the same uniform shade of gray that the sun parched cement was, making it nearly impossible to know what time of day it was. Seeing a familiar copse of trees up ahead, a remedy formed itself in the nineteen year old's mind.

Citrine light pulsed out of the car's turn signal as Sage made his way right, easing into the slow lane and then along the dotted lines that funneled him off the highway. He bled off speed before easing into the parking lot of the rest stop, pulling up to the curb in front of the restrooms. The engine shuddered to a stop as he turned the keys, the young man remaining in his seat for a moment as he glanced back at his reflection. Sometimes it felt as though he had a foot in each world, both of youth and adulthood. He still wore the baggy sweatshirt, athletic shorts and backwards hat he did when he was starting high school, but his physique had refined and his cheekbones and jaw were sharp. Larger diameter earrings hung from each ear than when he'd been younger.

The car door swung open, allowing sandal clad feet to touch down. The wind buffeted the short mullet of black hair on the back of Sage's neck and bit at his skin. He shut the door quickly, fumbling with the key fob to lock it before he took a light jog across the sidewalk. He'd wanted the rest stop to be a wake up call to fight his fatigue, but he hadn't been expecting to step into a storm. The rise and fall of the cars on the highway hissed as he reached the bathroom door, grabbing the metal handle and swung it open. As he stepped inside, he realized only too late that the light bulb had gone out… at least if there had been any to begin with. He reached around the door frame for a switch but found nothing. The interior was still visible given several milky roof level panels of plastic, offering a dull yellow-gray light that gave just the outline of the stalls and the somewhat hideous yellow and black checkerboard floor.

As Sage walked, his sandals made clip-clop sounds that echoed in the small space. It was a sound he'd become so accustomed to over the years that it barely registered, but it had apparently been enough to startle the locals. One of the stall doors opened and a looming figure stepped out. Sage paused, his breath catching in his throat. He wouldn't have expected someone that large to even fit in the stall… Over six feet tall, broad shouldered, his feet capped in boots that looked large enough to house a whole family of fairy tale creatures. In the dim lighting his jeans were an indeterminate color and his plaid shirt seemed as much of a checkerboard as the floor, but Sage wasn't focused on that. He was focused on the man's unruly neck length hair and a huge, thick, bushy beard that reached the middle of his chest. It was a wild mane, one through which his lips weren't even visible. What was left of his face was shockingly youthful, a fact accentuated by the double gold brow rings in one eyebrow.

It took several moments for Sage to realize they had essentially reached a stalemate. He'd frozen where he was, directly in the path of the other bathroom visitor. He started to blush and stepped quickly aside toward the hand dryer. Internally, Sage was cursing his luck. Here he was, staring down the most rugged, wild, manly man he'd come across in months and he was in a pitch black bathroom. He wanted to drink the stranger in, to burn his image into long term memory… Well, honestly, he wanted to do a lot more than that, but what was he supposed to do? Pretend that going to the bathroom was a mistake, follow him out and write down his license plate number? Was he that much of a horny creep that he…. Sage's thoughts trailed off as the stranger reached to the waistband of his jeans, used his fingers to draw down his zipper and a thumb to pop the button and folded the fly apart. The thickest, heaviest, meatiest cock Sage had ever seen unfurled from the constraint of the fabric, crowned by a nest of wild hair. The cock wobbled there, tantalizingly before Sage, throbbing. Sage's jaw dropped open, his own cock quickly bloating in response. He looked from the cock up to the stranger's face in awe. The stranger's pierced eyebrow quirked slightly.

“I know you want it. Question is, how do you want it?" The man asked, his voice gritty and gravely, but again holding that unusually youthful quality to it. Sage didn't have to be asked twice. He'd had the fortune of coming out in high school and having a supportive family, a unicorn in this day and age. The early realization had allowed him to explore his sexuality and he honestly explored it every change he could get. Sage stepped forward before he lowered down to his knees, feeling thankful that his shorts were just long enough to act as a cushion between the cold tile and his flesh. He reached up affectionately, rubbing a few fingers around the base of the cock, steadying the massive pole before him

Hungry lips slipped up, parting to accept the rather plump head. As Sage took it in, bold flavors blossomed across his tongue. This man had a spicy, musky aroma that clung to his cock. As Sage took in more, feeling the underside of the head pop past his lips, the flavor only grew more intense with an earthy, peaty tart tang. The surprising bouquet melted across his teeth and tongue, staining them and only making his own nipples and cock ache that much harder. Sage began to bob his head forward and back, picking up speed, inching his way down along the cock head. A powerful hand came up behind his head, nestling beneath the brim of his snapback, grabbing hold.

Sage gave a muffled groan as his head started to be used as a sex toy, driven forward and back, deeper and deeper. The bearded man tipped his head back, his long hair reaching all the way down to his muscled ass. He let out a strange growling moan and Sage started to feel a silky hot slick liquid building in his mouth. It wasn't semen, but it certainly wasn't his own saliva. Sage had never met someone that had that much pre, but there was no denying it. The liquid bubbled forth like a dam overflowing. It slipped across his tongue and teeth, building up until Sage had no choice but to swallow.

Forward and back, forward and back, faster and harder and deeper. Sage felt the huge cock head butting up against the back of his throat repeatedly. He slowly inched back before tilting his head forward. It forced the stranger to alter his angle of attack a little, but it also aligned Sage's throat with his mouth better. The growl of the bearded man grew more intense as he gained access to Sage's esophagus, allowing him to push in even further and deeper and deepthroat the college kid. Sage's right hand left the base of the cock as he intended to gobble it all up, choosing instead to let his fingers glide through that impossibly dense grove of pubic hair. It felt like it came out several inches, meaning that this beast of a man was even more hung than he'd appeared.

Feeling his throat bulge and bloat with each thrust, Sage brought his left hand down to fumble with his shorts, pulling the elastic waistband of both his outer and undergarments down so his modest but respectable manhood would spring free. Wrapping his fingers around it, he began to furiously stroke himself off even as his lips began to brush the stranger's bush. The blowjob started to get rougher and more furious, the man grunting lewdly with each move. Sage's face came crashing down into that bush, feeling the wiry hair rub coarsely against his face, accosting his smooth cheeks and chin.. Sage tried to breathe around the cock, but even if there had been room in his air passage, the g-forces coming from the rapid fucking would have knocked it back out.

They said when one was near death that their life flashed before their eyes, and Sage recalled one time hearing in a Shakespeare class that orgasm was called the little death. It seemed only fitting that his past sexual experiences began to play between the spinning stars in his vision. They had all been pleasurable, yes, but they all started to pale compared to this ramrod show going on in a public bathroom. What was it to be fucked by a quarterback under the bleachers? What was it to suck off two guys in a jeep with no doors on the beach? This was a real man, an animal, a-

“FUCK!" The gritty, gravely voice growled as his hand tightened and pulled Sage all the way into his groin. Sage was unable to do anything other than jack himself off as the other man's huge balls quivered, his cock throbbed and vibrated against Sage's lips and tongue, and a huge warmth began to blossom down the lower half of the college boy's throat and stomach. Sage was trapped there, feeling squirt after squirt of hot jizz pooling and pouring into him. The first few shots were impressive, but as it kept coming and coming, Sage felt his shoulders start to melt, his body sinking into a deep contentment.

The bearded man continued to groan and growl for several moments. Sage's eyes had drooped shut and his head was spinning from the combination of a lack of oxygen. He felt his legs falling asleep, tingling like static had filled them. His stomach started to feel hard and firm from how full it was getting, the contents pressing against the latticework of his abdominal muscles. The growling man showed no signs of his own orgasm stopping, but he did something that shocked Sage. He began to pull out even as his manhood continued to spasm. Sage felt the phallus slipping back like a dipstick coming out of a car engine. The fat head popped free with an audible sound as the bearded man took a hold of it with both hands.

Sage gasped as a hot, sticky splash lanced across his face, then he opened his mouth wide to try and catch the next. He knelt there on the bathroom floor as the huge bearded man hosed him down. His face was coated in sperm, then his chest, and finally his dick. Sage wobbled as the stranger sprayed cum right down his shaft and drizzled it over his fingers. Sage kept frantically jacking off until his own, pathetic, miniscule orgasm swept across his body and a few squirts of post-adolescent sperm joined the mix. The bearded man didn't stop, getting cum on Sage's arms, his knees, and a generous puddle on the bathroom floor.

Sage grinned like a drunk idiot, marinating in salty brine. He was barely aware the other man had stepped forward until he felt hands slip under his armpits. He was hoisted back to his feet like a ragdoll. The man leaned forward and brought his lips to Sage's, kissing him. Sage felt that huge, thick, bristly beard frame his own mouth and cheeks, pressing all the way down his throat to his cums oaked chest. A meaty tongue plunged into his mouth, working forward and back.

Sage's own eagerness and strength returned as he started to play back. He reached up and tangled his hand in the man's long, long hair. This elicited a growl from the man before he pulled back and grinned. It was only then that Sage truly saw him in the dim light… His eyes weren't the right color, seeming more amber than brown. There were no crow's feet by his eyes, no wrinkles in his forehead, no speckles are age marks showing a long life. Despite his height, build, and immense masculinity, he seemed to be right around Sage's age. Sage's jaw dropped. The man grinned, licking his lips.

“That was fun, pup… Maybe we'll catch each other passing through again sometime." He said in that gritty, vital voice of his before he crossed the bathroom, stuffed his huge dick back into his jeans and buttoned up before stepping back out into the daylight. Sage was left there in the middle of the bathroom, completely soaked down, feeling like he'd just had a brush with a god.

****

The walk of shame back to the car had been brief, but it hadn't been nearly as harrowing as rifling through the dirty laundry in the back of the car for a fresh change of clothes. Sage had discarded the sopping wet sweatshirt and shorts for a long sleeve t-shirt and pajama pants, wearing nothing underneath. Slamming the hatchback shut, he returned to the driver's seat and sank down, panting and gasping for breath still. His hair, still trapped beneath his hat, was now soaked with sweat and grease. His pubes were still moist from the hosing down they'd received, and the car now had that earthy, peaty tang of a stranger's jizz. Sage wanted to feel ashamed, but all he felt was elated and spent. He was exhausted, but he was happy, and he felt his cock trying its hardest to get hard all over again. Sage grinned, leaning his head back against the headrest. If sex could be that wild and rough and good, he was looking forward to many more years of joy.

As Sage's eyes slipped open, dreamily drifting across the console of his car, the faint rays of sun breaking through the storm clouds glistened across a small glob of cum sticking to the back of his right hand. Somehow, even with changing clothes, he hadn't managed to get it all off… Gazing down at it, his cock immediately returned to attention. His full stomach managed a small growl. His mouth began to water. Without restraint, he brought his hand up and began to lick the back of his hand clean. His tongue slipped along the surface of his skin, cleaning it of the spent seed and revealing several short strands of dark hair that hadn't been there earlier that morning. If anything, his entire hand seemed to have a faint dusting. Tiny strands had sprouted along his knuckles and there was a small patch around the base of his thumb and another behind his pinky.

Heeding the changes no mind, Sage licked his lips with the satisfaction of a cat that had gotten all the cream before he returned the keys to the ignition. His car rumbled to life and the vents blasted him with recirculated air, saturating the interior with the musk of his mid day encounter. Sage glanced over his shoulder, checking the parking lot wistfully for a sight of the bearded man. To no avail, he backed up, straightened out and headed out of the pit stop. He built up speed on the long ramp to merge back onto the highway, checking the mirrors carefully before he eased in with a fair distance before and after. The road ahead was majestic as angled columns of light raked across the hills and valleys in golden hues. The monotonous drone of the road didn't seem so bad, though Sage was caught back in the memory of kissing that beastly man, feeling his facial hair across him, his belly full of his seed. It had all felt so… perfect.

****

While the street outside the house was fairly well traveled, it was clear when headlights swept across the living room window that Sage had returned home. The hatchback car pulled into the driveway next to his father's truck. The engine sputtered off and the door eased open, allowing the travel worn teenager to get out and stretch before he made his way toward the front door. He'd go back for this stuff later. For now he just wanted the comforts of home. He'd barely made it to the front steps when the door opened and his father grinned out at him. The two shared their handsome charming faces, though Sage's father had kept his brownish-black hair a respectable length for work.

“You made it in one piece. Was traffic bad?" he asked, stepping out of the way to grant his son access. Sage shrugged a bit at that as he entered, realizing only too late that his pits were a bit ripe. He lowered his arms again.

“Not too bad. Traffic is sort of like cattle, moving in herds." Sage said.

“Since when do you know anything about cattle?" Another, lighter voice asked. Sage looked up to see his brother, Hunter, sprawled out on the couch, playing with his phone. The two might have been twins if not for the fact that Hunter hadn't cut his hair in almost two years, letting the black locks spill down across his shoulders. He also appeared to be trying and failing to grow a mustache.

“Good to see you too, bro." Sage said, “You're just lucky I didn't make you carry in my stuff." he added.

“No, that burden still falls to you,." His father smirked, “A small price to pay in exchange for all that laundry." he added. Sage smirked, heading straight into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, unscrewed the lid and tipped the jug back. His adam's apple bobbed as he took gulp after gulp before sighing with relief. His father suppressed a small sigh. He had tried to raise two civilized boys, but he supposed that raising them alone had led to a few eccentricities.

“So, how's college life?" Hunter asked, reluctantly bringing his body upright to make room on the couch. Sage dropped down onto the cushions, spreading out a little.

“Not bad. It's different than High School. I guess if you actually want to be there, you take it differently. Campus is beautiful." Sage said. Hunter seemed to perk up a bit at that, actually looking at his brother rather than his phone.

“And your favorite class?" Their father asked. Sage seemed to contemplate for a long moment.

“Not sure… Geology maybe? Or Philosophy." Sage said. Their father smiled.

“There's still time to work out what brings you the most passion." he said. Sage tried hard not to blush, knowing that what brought him the most passion were his classmates and a particularly hairy young man at a rest stop.

“What about you? How is Nate and Sons?" he asked. His father gave a shrug almost exactly identical to that of his eldest child. Their father, Nate, had forged an electronics company when his second son had been born. While Hunter seemed quite keen on using electronics, neither son had shown any hint of wanting to go into the family business. Nate had never pressured them to do so either.

“Business has shifted a bit over the years. Fewer entertainment systems, computers have all but dried up, but security systems are bigger than ever." Nate said, shifting a little, “How's your roommate? And friends?" Nate asked, trying not to sound too nosy. Sage looked up at that.

“They're good…." He replied, though sensing the direction his father was heading, he pushed himself back up to his feet, “I think I'll bring my laundry in before it gets too dark, and I can get it going after dinner. You do enough around here, I don't want to add to it all." Sage smiled, heading back for the front door. Nate turned his attention to Hunter who had returned to his phone. Sensing a set of eyes on him, Hunter looked up at his father.

“What? I have to help you feel like you're still the man of the house, right?" He asked. Nate put on a stern face. Hunter heaved a sigh.

“Alright, alright, I'll go get the dishwasher going." he said, heaving himself theatrically back to his feet as well.

****

The minutes had crept by until they were hours. The moon had risen and started its slow descent and the condensation had kissed everything outside with a layer of dew. The boys had stayed up late, but to Nate's surprise he had outlasted them. There was something energetic about having both of his sons back under his roof. A slight exhale of breath came as he hoisted Sage's hampers up and carried them through the door into the garage, one in each hand. Sage had promised he'd take care of them, but Nate still remembered what it was like to be a starving college student.

The door to the washing machine lifted up like a submarine hatch, revealing the deep basin within. For a moment Nate considered just tipping the hamper over, but his son had no doubt crammed the clothes in so tight that the pressure would turn coal into diamonds. He began plucking out the garments and dropping them in, ensuring to toss the lights onto the top of the other hamper to prevent any color bleeding. He'd made it about a third of the way down when his hand grabbed something extremely moist. Wincing a bit, Nate hoped it hadn't been in the hamper long enough to permanently ruin any of the other clothes.

As he extracted the offending piece of clothing, he was hit with a particularly salty, briny, musky aroma. A faint bit of heat flushed to Nate's cheeks. Surely it couldn't be what he thought it was, and certainly even if it was, not in the kind of quantity it would take to soak a sweatshirt like that… Nate carefully dropped the garment into the washing machine, finding a pair of shorts equally soaked. Debating the health of the washing machine, he rooted around the shelf up above to find something that could cut through oils, grease, and protein deposits. He had, after all, raised two teenage sons.

With a little more prep and a bit of fabric softener, the washing machine hissed to life, adding a spray to the laundry. After a few long moments, it began to whir and whoosh, churning and chugging the contents. Nate glanced back at the twin hampers, realizing how little of a dent he'd put in it. If they were lucky, they'd have just enough time to make it through all the clothes before the weekend was over. Shaking his head, Nate walked back into the house, shutting the garage door with his foot. He'd only made it a few steps when he felt a stirring… His hand was tingling gently, but that tingle had traveled to his nipples and his groin.

Nate murmured softly, his lips brushing back and forth as his cock began to swell and bloat in his pants. Likewise, his nipples hardened and became profoundly erect. Nate grunted, trying to figure out what had come over him. Was it just the hormones and pheromones of being around whatever he'd encountered in the garage? Looking down at his hand, Nate saw the hair there had grown thicker, sprouting more strands at his knuckles, the line of hair exposed at the end of his sleeves darker and longer than before.

Nate stood there, staring, feeling pride welling up inside of his stomach. Yes, that was how a man was supposed to look… and he was most certainly a man. He'd sired two strong, proud sons… and if he wanted to, he could make more. Nate began to lick his lips, deciding it was time for him to go to his room and foul some of his own laundry. It had been a while since he'd given into such impulses. Reaching down, his dirty hand grasped and gripped the bulge in his pants as he started to knead and fondle himself.

****

While Sage had always been the type of guy that had to take showers in the morning because he'd sweat overnight, he hadn't been this warm since he'd last been sick. He'd cast off his blanket, using only the top sheet for any form of cover. Even then, he'd tossed and turned, rolling side to side to side until he felt like a rotisserie chicken. When he'd finally landed on his stomach, face buried in his pillow, he'd started to find an unexpected comfort - the mattress felt so good against his cock. He began to gyrate and grind against it, pressing down, sliding up and down, humming against the cushion. As good as it felt, though, he had to bite his lip to keep from making noise. His little brother was mere feet away, asleep in his own bed.

In the dim moonlight that filtered through the blinds, Sage's skin glistened and his hair had a sheen to it. He went at his bed relentlessly, his fingers curling into the fabric of his sheets. His toenails raked against the base of the bed. He gritted his teeth and felt his skin sizzling with a supernatural heat. He grunted a little, his nipples hardening. As he humped his bed, he felt more and more blood well up inside his shaft, forcing it to grow longer and thicker until it felt like it might pop. His muscles stretched and strained, but more than that his skin began to tingle as the follicles embedded within went into overdrive.

Sage had once been mocked for his mullet, but he'd stayed strong enough to make it through the judgment until they had become cool again. Now the flare of hair down the back of his neck was brushing an under layer. The smooth boyish skin he'd sported gained a dusting of hirsute fuzz that was more at home on someone in their thirties. The fuzz spread down his neck, cresting across his shoulders. It followed his spine and curled around his arms. It set like a shadow across his skin, giving him another layer of softness even as his muscles began to swell and grow beneath his flesh. Sage was unaware of the changes, focused only on his needy, insistent, selfish cock.

He slipped his hand down under the covers of the sheet, gasping a little as one of the sharp edges of his fingernails brushed the very sensitive cock skin. He hadn't realized he was in such a need of a trim. He grabbed onto his cock but surprised himself, his fingers barely able to close around it. Had he ever been this hard? This horny? He began to jerk off, gasping louder and louder. Lightning bolts ripped through his body, originating in his groin and searing every other synapse. It was too much! Too powerful!? He rolled onto his back, writhing and panting, adding his second hand to his dick before jerking off frantically.

As Sage watched the moonlight kiss his member, it rose up higher and higher… and higher… and higher. His face twisted in a rapturous shock, using every fiber of restraint not to scream out. He watched the veins bulge and throb with his heart. He saw his fingers pried apart by the growing mass. He watched as the cock grew so fast and so long that it distorted and warped the mushroom shaped tip, stretching it into a distinct and animal point. The tapered underside disappeared, then the cock firmed even further. The base began to plump and fatten and bloat. So much blood had moved into the tool that it had gone from pink to red to purple.

The fuzz that had started on his neck and back crept down his legs now, giving them a darker sheen as they were splayed apart on either side of his huge, alien dick. His balls sagged and sank, growing heavier and fuller as the fuzz growing across them grew thicker, softer, and longer. It didn't take long to crash through the line dividing hair from fur, coating them entirely. The cool air coming in and out across Sage's hot teeth only seemed to encourage them to stretch and grow, sharpening just like the points on his fingernails. His ears grew taller, and his eyes were shimmering with the yellow warmth of the sun on a hot summer's day. As quiet as he'd tried to be, sickening pops and snaps came from his feet as his toes elongated, his heel shrank. Tendons and cartilage reshaped. His toenails darkened from ivory to brown and then black, curving down and reshaping.

Sage hissed in bliss, feeling his huge animal cock radiating warmth, throbbing as he worked clawed fingers up and down the length. His nostrils widened and flared, his asshole clenching and unclenching voluntarily. He felt a painful ache in his tailbone that told him he had to roll over and relieve pressure, but how could he stop this? How could he hold back? Whatever was happening to him was wonderful and he couldn't stop. If he just held on, if he just-

“Bro?" Hunter's voice cut through the night like an icy blade. Sage gasped, looking up at Hunter. The shock was enough to break his hold and he came uncontrollably, sending out a pitiful spurt of creamy white precum before a far more sinister, sticky, yellow jet of sperm lanced out and hit his brother in his face before dribbling down his throat and chest. Hunter staggered back for a moment, reaching up to wipe it from his lips… but it was too late. His fingers rested against his expert lips, the salty brine having already made it to his tongue. His chest rose and fell in stilted breaths as the jizz worked its way into his body. His eyes looked up before he lunged, coming down on top of Sage. Planting one hand on either side, Hunter brought his lips down around the canine cock with abandon. He sucked and slurped and drank, his head bobbing up and down, his curtain of hair unable to hide the bliss on his face. The way his mustached upper lip contoured and curved around the cock shocked Sage even more.

What was happening? How was this possible? And yet… how had he waited so long to do this? It felt so good, so right. Sage leaned back, grabbing his brother's head, tangling his clawed fingers in the eighteen year old's thick hair. He used his brother's skull like a sex toy, pulling him up and down, up and down, cumming copiously and uncontrollably all the while. Swallow by swallow, gulp by gulp, Hunter was filling his belly just as Sage had in the rest stop. Sage felt an unusual wave of pride and power to be feeding and nourishing his brother in this way… but was it enough?

Hunter was a glutton for his seed, having been turned to the blessing so rapidly, but the pleasure that coursed through Sage's veins only told him that there were deeper wells to plumb the depths of. As he felt his orgasm lessen, though not fully subside, he used his clawed grip to pull his brother's head back. Hunter panted, cum dripping down his chin, his eyes dilated and rapturous. Sage licked his lips before he slipped out of bed and pushed Hunter onto the floor on all fours. Hunter was too disoriented to fight it, his pajama pants stained with his own orgasm.

Sage slipped behind his brother, coming up slowly. His doggie dick was still drooling cum, something he was thankful for as he tugged down Hunter's pants to reveal his firm ass cheeks. Sage let his cum dribble and pour and cling to the crevice between those smooth globes, coating it liberally before he moved in. The pointed, pepper shaped head of his new cock seemed designed to defile his brother in this way and Sage couldn't imagine anything better. He moved one hand to hold onto Hunter's left hip as he began pushing himself in, inch after inch. He panted hard, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he claimed that territory as his. Hunter only moaned, lowering his front half down until his bare chest pressed against the carpet, his hands clutching at the shag of the material.

Sage was gentle, at least at first. He eased forward, held, and then pulled back. After a moment he thrust in again - this time harder and with more power. Little by little he accelerated like an old analog motor building up momentum. Hunter started to pant and moan and grunt, exhaling as that dick rammed up his ass and then gasping as it struck his prostate. His eyes watered with pleasure and relief, not imagining that he'd ever feel such pleasure, least of all from his own brother. He groaned and that only spurred Sage on. Sage grunted and growled through his sharper teeth, the back of his pointed ears growing furry. The pain in his backside reached a breaking point as irritated, swollen skin peeled away from his back, revealing a wagging tail that sprung into the moonlight.

More pops and snaps filled the small space as Sage's body continued to twist and corrupt itself. His feet ceased looking human, his hands barely recognizable. His mouth began to stretch into a short muzzle of sharp teeth and his nose darkened. What had begun as copious body hair began to thicken and darken, growing longer, closing in the spaces between each strand. Soon his pit hair became indistinguishable from the pelt on his back and his chest. Sage warped and mutated, bones cracking and shifting as his tail extruded out longer and longer behind him. He lowered down, nuzzling the crook of his brother's neck before running a rough tongue across the flesh.

In the midst of his metamorphosis, his rutting had become wild and uncontrollable. He'd been merciless, sloppy and unrestrained. His rapid fire thrusts became suddenly strange as the base of his cock bloated enough to trap it inside of Hunter. For a moment he tried to get it loose, at least until instincts informed him that he had knotted the slightly younger male. Sage growled happily and eased forward instead, arching his chest over his brother's back, holding himself there until a new, more powerful orgasm ripped through his body once more.

Hunter drooled into the carpet, his cheek reddened by the friction. He felt a full belly of cum being warmed by his intestines being filled up. While it was true the cum had been like a drug, even as Hunter became more clear headed, he wasn't sure he would have wished for anything else. He and his brother had always been close. They'd finished each other's sentences, spent as much time together as they did with any of their friends. Sage going to college had been torture… but now he was back and closer than ever. More than that, he tasted and felt perfect. Hunter exhaled, sighing happily, feeling no urge to reach for his phone. Everything he needed was right there, cradled over him.

****

Any home with teenage boys had a distinct smell, but that aroma had turned overnight. In the dawning hours of a new day, it smelled as if it had been distilled and fermented. Nate had woken far later than he'd intended to, dressing for work in a hurry. He stumbled down the hall, groggy, his pants ill fitting over the constant erection he sported. One of the reasons for being up so late was that he'd jacked off five times and produced five ever larger loads of cum. There were dark circles under his eyes and his face was shadowed by more stubble than he normally grew in a week. Coming out into the living room, he was surprised to see both Sage and Hunter on the couch, sitting hip to hip despite the fact that there was more than enough room.

“Hey boys… Sorry I didn't have time to make breakfast…" Nate apologized, his voice sounding a little deeper and grittier from his shallow sleep.

“It's okay, dad." Hunter said.

“I'll make sure he gets fed." Sage added with a confident smile. Nate gave his sons a nod and headed out the front door. The two waited to hear the familiar rumble of the truck engine growl to life and the truck pull out of the driveway before they looked at one another again. Hunter lifted one leg before sliding back onto his brother's lap, turning his head so their lips could reconnect. The plump, pert lips brushed and danced, wrestling sinuously with one another as their tongues began to probe each other's depths. They tilted their heads ever so slightly to enable deeper access. Sage loved the way Hunter's thicker mustache felt against his lip and Hunter couldn't stop rubbing the soft fuzz that had remained on Sage's cheeks when he'd reverted from his wolf form.

Their kissing continued for several long moments before Hunter reached down greedily, tugging the fly of his brother's shorts open. A very red, very pointed dog dick slid up through the fly, already aching and throbbing. Hunter reached down to open his own pants, releasing its companion. The two were very well endowed now, their members rising out of furry sheaths from plump balls. The amount of hormones coursing through their veins was off the charts. Hunter slowly rolled until they were groin to groin, letting their dicks get squished and squeezed between their fit and firm abdomens as they continued to make out, unable to tear themselves away from one another. Some had said they were bonded at the hip, but no one had pictured it like this.

****

The waxy paper wrapping to an early morning burger fluttered on the bench of the truck as Nate turned onto the street for his work site. He'd been famished and ordered the meatiest thing he could think of. The salt and grease had helped, but it still didn't seem like quite enough. Still, he had to at least last until break time. He couldn't afford to lose a big job. His eyes scanned the road ahead, a little surprised by the type of neighborhood the directions had led him to. The road was a dead end, middle of nowhere near railroad tracks. The two houses at the start of the street seemed like they were either abandoned or heavily neglected, and beyond that was some sort of cobbled together mechanic's garage. The sheet metal on the upper levels was rusted to the color of blood and the lower levels had been covered with layer after layer of graffiti. Still, three huge garage doors were left open and the interior seemed quite workable. Some very nice cars in bold street racing colors were being worked on.

Nate pulled his truck up to the end of the road, hopefully keeping it out of the way of where it might disrupt business. He hopped out, hearing his stomach growl and groan. He tugged on his pants to try and make up for the nagging erection he had as he walked the half block up to the shop. He came up along one of the driveways, his button up shirt seeming a little out of place, but his black jeans and boots seemed a little more at home. As he approached, there was movement from one of the vehicles. A young man rose up, looking like the illegitimate son of bigfoot. His long, flowing brown hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail but his beard was free flowing down to his sternum. Despite how hirsute he was, his eyes and brow were youthful and his painted black nails seemed a little eclectic.

“You must be Nate…" The young man said, moving out of the garage. He wiped the grease off his hand before offering it. Nate reached out to meet it but the young man caught him by the wrist rather than the hand. As he latched on, Nate felt a charge rip through him, running from his groin to his heart and then back through his hand. The bearded man slowly grinned, some of his teeth seeming longer than they should have been.

“And you must be Mason…" Nate said, feeling as if his hunger had transformed into something else entirely. It took far longer than usual for him to remember why he was there. “So this is the place? A full surround sound system, security setup, and wifi?" Nate asked. Mason nodded slowly, although it looked more like he was trying to appraise a steak to see if it had been overcooked.

“Oh yeah. My boys here are wanting to be pampered while they work, and we're making a bit of a name for ourselves. We want the best of the best." Mason explained.

“Then I'm your man." Nate said. Mason grinned wider.

“And a family man at that… Nate and Sons… Will your boys be joining us on the job?" Mason asked curiously. Nate swallowed.

“I do have several employees that can help, yes… My sons… they haven't been on a job in a while." Nate said, not sure why he felt so verklempt. Mason almost pouted.

“A shame… If they take after their father, they must be very handsome indeed." Mason said, grinning predatorial again. Nate nodded almost drunkenly.

“They are… I'm very proud of them… So handsome…" Nate said. Mason bit his bottom lip for a moment in thought. He knew that this man had been touched by his kind, but he wasn't sure how exactly. He almost wanted to take him here and now, but then he'd never get any work done. It took a great deal of effort to put the work ahead of his personal pleasure.

“Let me show you where we're thinking of putting the stereo and you can tell me what you think about security." Mason said, “And then over lunch maybe you can tell me about your sons." he added before leading Nate inside. Nate followed after the younger man like a moth to the flame, wandering in amid three other bearded, hairy mechanics working on the cars, each one sporting rather obvious bulges in their coveralls. Sparks rained down from a car on the track as its underbelly was welded. The air had a tang of ozone to it, but mixed in was the same tart scent that Nate had left at home.

****

The hours had ticked by and Nate wasn't sure if he'd ever been quite so distracted on a job. He'd focused on how virile and strong the mechanics were, how hairy and manly his temporary employer was, and how he might have been during college if he'd looked like these men had. He'd excused himself twice to use the restroom and jack off again, barely holding it together long enough to finish the preliminary work. That being said, Nate was a professional. He'd measure the space, both the exact spot they wanted the sound system to go and the general dimensions of the building for the security system. Needless to say, when Mason had invited him to the office for lunch, he was relieved.

The table had been loaded down with the best bounty a food truck could offer. There were burritos the size of Nate's forearm, street tacos loaded down with colorful peppers and grilled onions on top of copious amounts of meat. The chorizo was particularly flavorful, melting across Nate's tongue as he savored it. When they had finished their food, Mason and Nate returned to the garage, drinks in hand. Nate's shirt felt tight as he breathed, leading him to wonder if he'd gotten a case of the meat sweats. He couldn't understand how Mason and the others could stand the heat with their full beards and hairy bodies.

“So you were telling me that your sons haven't come to a job in a while? Are they in school?" Mason asked, sipping the last drops from a brown glass bottle of beer before he set it to the side on a rolling cart of tools next to one of the cars they were working on.

“One's finishing high school, the other just started college. He drove in yesterday." Nate explained. Mason seemed utterly surprised, moving closer as if he had to see something very small.

“I never would have guessed they were that big, you seem so young." Mason grinned, putting an arm on Nate's shoulder.

“Sometimes I can't believe how big they've gotten. I remember when they were so small, but they're men now… Tall, independent, handsome." Nate explained. Mason grinned, his body still touching as much of the older man as he could manage.

“I can believe it. You're a rather big, strong, handsome daddy yourself." Mason said. Nate smiled, though he flushed a bit as well as the painful tightness in his pants seemed to grow more urgent at the compliment. Mason had been unusually close, initiating physical contact every chance he had. Nate would have been a fool not to feel the magnetism.

“I know they use that word differently these days." Nate said. Mason grinned, running his tongue across his sharp teeth.

“They do, but the thing is… both can be true." Mason all but purred before he sighed, “The thing is, I wish you could be my daddy." he added, looking up with eyes that seemed unusually golden. Nate's head was spinning again.

“Which… which kind?" he asked. Mason grinned wide.

“Does it matter?" he asked before he leaned up and brought his lips to Nate's. Nate was frozen in shock at first, feeling his face enveloped by the mane of a beard this wild young man possessed, but as Mason's hand found his cock, it was like the mechanic was shifting his gears. He reached out to wrap his arm around Mason's shoulder, pulling him in closer. Mason fumbled with Nate's jeans before getting the zipper down, using his fingers to wobble the button free until a tree trunk wrapped in cotton sprung forth. Mason growled into the kiss, running his finger down the soft seam before he popped the inner button and was rewarded with the huge slab of meat that had sired two proud sons.

“There's my daddy…" Mason whispered with glee, “You're so big… I bet you could make a lot more sons." Mason said, starting to stroke Nate's cock. To his delight it seemed to swell and shift under his guiding touch. The head stretched longer and came to a point, the flesh turning far redder than human dicks usually got. Nate nearly seemed to be hyperventilating, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Every breath seemed to build up the mass of his pectorals and shoulders so when he exhaled, it didn't diminish all the way.

Their proximity, their touch, the hand working his dick… It all felt like water that Nate had been deprived of for too long. He was a man dying of thirst led to an oasis. The only question was how he was going to drink it all in. The thought only had to percolate for a moment before he gave a small snarl, grabbed at Mason and spun him around, bending him over the hood of one of the shop's prized cars. Mason snarled happily at the turn, gasping with delight as the buttons of his coveralls popped free on his chest, the denim pulled down and away to reveal his hairy back and his thick, round ass cheeks.

The embers had ignited, catching fire and blazing out of control. Nate's face sizzled as the stubble that had sprouted began to push out centimeter by centimeter, extruding from his cheeks, coming in dense and thick. With his prize right there, Nate didn't hold back. He leaned forward and spit, letting his saliva land on the crevice between those perfect globes. Mason turned to look over his shoulder, his ears starting to stretch into points. He was breathing hard as well, his black fingernails stretching into claws.

“You've done this before, daddy!" Mason called out.

“All I know is I'm going to do it a lot more…" Nate murmured before he suddenly thrust his hard, long dick into Mason's ass. Mason's gaze snapped forward again, his claws digging into the pristine paint job of the car before him. He grunted as his hips were forced forward by a thrust and then moaned as the cock pulled itself back like a dipstick. Nate wasted no time, thrusting in and out faster and harder without restraint. He felt the flames radiating through him like a combustion engine. The heat radiated out to his chest, his cock, his ass and his spine.

“You're gonna fill me so full, daddy! I'm going to be dripping with your seed!" Mason called out. He heard noises in the other part of the shop and glanced up, seeing some of his pit crew jerking themselves off. He couldn't help but grin a little, knowing how odd this must look to them. He'd sired each and every one of them, taken on the role of an alpha, corrupting them and bringing them into the pack… and now he was bent over like a bitch in heat. Even more, he was loving it.

Sweat beaded across Nate's brow, a brow that seemed thicker and swollen, casting a larger shadow across his face. The older man's ears tingled as they stretched into points and his nose darkened, the flesh becoming a little more leathery. Mason held on for dear life as he felt the man's cock swelling wider and wider, splitting him like cord wood as it spread across the man's lap, dominating more of the real estate. As he thrust, it took on a faint curve, dragging and pushing and creating more friction.

“You're so deep!" Mason groaned, continuing his encouragement. The words seemed to worm their way in rapidly as Nate's stubble became a full on beard, growing out wildly. His ears had ceased looking human, his bones popping and snapping as they reshaped. His button up shirt strained and stretched before it split open, revealing unusually dark nipples that were disappearing into a forest of hair. Mason knew little thickets of fur were growing from his elbows and knees, his natural body hair becoming uncontrollable as it spread across his back and neck and thighs.

“Fuck…" Nate groaned, his voice cracking as it dropped lower. He looked positively primitive, the orbital bones around his eyes getting even thicker. His eyebrows were no longer well groomed, coming out bushy and uneven. He could smell Mason and the younger man's lust but his nose seemed inadequate to the act of breathing. He opened his mouth, sticky stringy saliva connecting the lower jaw to the upper. His teeth had grown hot and malformed, stretching into sharp fangs. He rammed into Mason hard enough to dent and deform the front quarter panel, but Mason didn't care. His eyes were locked on the stretched reflection in the curve of the windshield, watching Nate lose his humanity.

The first changes had been anything but subtle, but they seemed elegant compared to the changes that started to rip through Nate now. Snaps and pops came both from Nate's body and his clothing. His shirt tore down the back to reveal a sharp, bumpy fur covered spine. His boots warped and shifted, growing loose before Nate kicked one off, setting a full paw down on the floor before it began to grow and expand. His lips disappeared beneath the descending shelf of a thick mustache, his jawbone completely obscured as well. Rivulets of hair seeped out of his skull, his well groomed hairdo disappearing in moments.

There seemed to be no boundary, no territorial lines that Nate's new beard would not cross. It grew along the underside of his jaw, down his throat and onward the base of his neck until it was met by curls of hair from his chest. It crept up his cheeks higher than it should, combining with his exaggerated features and proto muzzle to make him look clearly like something else entirely. Nate huffed and growled with animal noises, mindlessly thrusting in and out of his fuck toy. Mason had seemed at first a contradiction of masculinity and youth, but now he truly looked like he could be Nate's progeny. Even the other pit crew were now ejaculating in awe and surprise at how rapidly the man was changing.

In the midst of all the sounds of cartilage reshaping and ligaments reforming, a new plap-plap-plap sound came as Nate's huge, swollen balls slapped repeatedly against the back of Mason's legs. The sound grew softer and more muffled as fur sprouted across the immense sack, rushing up to coat the newly formed flesh that made a sheath at the base of Nate's huge cock. It was impossible to tell just how large he was, however, as inch after inch continuously pounded the mechanic's ass.

There was no defining moment that indicated that either of them had reached the climax, but they had spluttered and stumbled into it in a messy mismatch of carnal pleasure. Mason only realized too late that his coveralls had gotten soaked from his groin to his ankles, saturating the material shortly before it dribbled across his bare feet. Nate's first blast, by contrast, had come as he was thrusting in, adding a few spurts of unexpected lube. He had thrust several more times with several more spurts before the golden glow of orgasm reached his brain and burned its way in. The shell of the modest businessman had broken away like an egg shell, leaving behind a hiking, hairy wolfman in its place. Nate towered over Mason, buried deep in his ass, pumping load after load into his belly. Mason drooled a little, his eyes glazed with pleasure, knowing that he'd found something perfect from this unexpected source.

“I can't wait to go home and see my brothers…" Mason said softly, feeling Nate's huge, furry chest rumble with a proud growl as he imagined what that would be like. Mason merely grinned at how positively he took to the idea.

****

Even working its hardest, the heat pump of the home hadn't been able to keep up with the heat or humidity that was pouring out of Sage and Hunter. They had been at it all day, only pausing to devour every last morsel of meat in the fridge. The living room window was fogged over with condensation, the place reeking of sweat and semen. There had been no way to count how many times the boys had been at it, lost in their fraternal heat. Yet again Sage was behind Hunter, slamming into his little brother, his immense puppy prick as hard and furious as ever… though certain things had certainly changed.

Clear pre oozed out of a suspiciously black, rubbery hole between Hunter's parted cheeks. His tailbone had wriggled free of his pelvis, extending with the addition of new bones until a tail had formed. The extension had sprouted with soft bristly fur and wagged haphazardly. Likewise, Hunter's balls were each the size of oranges, suspended in a furry sack below his plump, wet sheathe and his raging red dog dick. The floor had been scratched and sliced by the claws extending from Hunter and Sage's foot paws, their anatomy shifting entirely below the ankle. Even Hunter's ears had migrated to the top of his head, taking on a pointed canine shape before going flat against the top.

Sage, likewise, had surrendered to his animal side. His tail hung down over his pert, bare ass cheeks. His ears were tall and proud. His face had stretched into a short muzzle full of fangs, but that hadn't stopped a thick, bushy, untamed beard from dominating his elongated face. The upper edge nearly reached his eyes and the bottom line of his beard reached almost down to his collarbone, creating one dense thicket of beard along the entire underside of his mouth.

Hunter drooled, an oversized tongue hanging out of his short proto muzzle, his cheeks flared with massive sideburns. His brain had rotted out from sexual pleasure and he never would have wanted anything to take its place. All he wanted was his brother's dick to hit his prostate over and over again. The two were so lost in their reverie that they didn't see the headlight flash across the foggy window, nor hear the growl of the engine as their father's truck returned. They only gasped as the front door cracked open a few moments later, an icy bite of cool air penetrating the humid interior. The brothers looked up in stunned shock as feeble brain cells tried to reboot, but when they saw the two figures enter, they somehow felt it was going to be okay.

While Nate had returned somewhat closer to his original form, he was still clearly altered. His shaggy hair reached his shoulders and a beard of his own had grown down to his Adam's apple. His ears were still pointed, his shirt left open to reveal fat, plump nipples on pert pectorals. He hadn't even bothered to fasten his pants on the ride home, his dog dick still slicked with saliva. A long, curved tail extended out from his sagging work pants. Sage's stomach growled when he looked up at his father, as did Hunter, but their eyes were diverted to the man behind Nate, a man that defied the contrast of youth and masculinity, a man with the biggest beard and longest hair of any of them. Mason looked up, meeting eyes with Sage before he grinned.

“Now it makes sense…" Mason purred, shutting the door behind them, “I met your son on his way into town." Mason explained.

“He's such a good boy…" Nate huffed, chest rising and falling, his red dick only swelling longer and fatter as he saw his sons engaged in such heinous acts of lecherous debauchery. Hunter whimpered and whined, starting to crawl forward on all fours despite having his brother buried in his ass, his mouth craving the salty brine of his father's balls.

“I knew right away that Sage was special…" Mason explained, “And I knew he'd make a fantastic brother for me. Isn't that right, daddy?" Mason asked. Nate turned, reaching over to caress Mason's long hair.

“Exactly right… I'm so lucky to have three handsome boys like this…" Nate growled. Hunter continued to whimper and whine before he reached them, standing near the front door. He inclined his head, extending his oversized tongue before he began to lick and lap at Nate's phallus. Nate groaned, looking down. Hunter's mustache was so thick and manly, curving down all the way to his jaw, his sideburns wild and ungainly. He was so handsome, and yet… Nate knew he could help his son bring out more. He stepped forward, sliding inch after inch of his cock into his son's mouth. It felt so sinfully perfect. Hunter reached up, grabbing onto Nate's hip with one hand and fondled his balls with the other as he started to bob his head forward and back eagerly.

Mason reveled in what he'd induced in this family almost accidentally, turning them on one another. He circled around, coming to Sage, looking him in the eyes even as he continued to fuck his brother's ass. Mason leaned forward, bringing his lips to Sage's, finding a familiar comfort as their beards pressed and meshed together. Their tongues twisted and tangled lewdly, making out almost frantically. Mason's hands swept across Sage's sweaty, athletic chest. He pinched and tugged on the other's nipples, all the while their hot breaths blasted through flared nostrils and thick beards. He'd awoken the beast in this boy, enough for him to taint his own brother. Mason was ready to go the rest of the way.

Keeping one hand on Sage's shoulder, Mason slipped around behind him. Quickly disposing of all vestiges of his own clothing, he gave his huge pointed canine dick a few strokes as he came up behind Sage. As invested as the college freshman was in his new admirer, he'd been unable to stop rearranging Hunter's intestines with his own cock. Mason licked his lips as he began to dribble, then pour his pre down between Sage's furry ass cheeks. Coating everything, he brought the pointed tip to that black rubbery ring and began to ease forward.

It was strange how Mason was almost more gentle this time as he penetrated Sage. Their encounter in the bathroom had been the spur of the moment, two horny spirits passing on the road… But this was something new. They were becoming family, and Mason was ensuring his gift was received well. He leaned forward to kiss, sucking and then biting Sage's neck. He could feel the other man's ass quiver and flex and jerk around his cock wildly as he continued to pound into Hunter. It took a few beats, but Mason began to feel the music and fell into step.

Somewhere in one of Nate's old offices, he knew he'd had a Newton's Cradle. It had been a desk ornament, something to take up space and give some aesthetic to an otherwise bland space. He'd never anticipated there would come a time that the physics of that cradle would come into play as he fucked his own sons… But here he was, thrusting into his youngest son's mouth, seeing him slide back around his elder son's cock, and then he in turn crashed back against Mason who… who was his son also? That wasn't quite right, and yet the growing beast inside Nate insisted it was. Three hairy, horny, handsome boys that were all his to do with as he pleased… Nate growled, his lips curling around sharp teeth as the fire grew hotter in his eyes. He reached down, tangling fingers that stretched with new claws into Hunter's messy hair. He pulled his boy tighter around his dick, ensuring he slid down his throat. In and out like a cock sleeve, a living fleshlight, a hungry esophagus.

The house was already hot and humid from the fraternal incest that had filled it all morning, but now the taint and corruption grew more potent. Coupled with the smell was the sound of popping and snapping. All four men had flesh rippled and writhed over growing muscle, ligament, sinew and bone. The floor was abused as clawed toes scraped across it, the polish wearing off rapidly as forming paw pads grew leathery and scraped back and forth across the surface. Shoulders broadened, rib cages expanded, cords of muscle anchoring neck to shoulder and shoulder to arm grew. Nate's grunts and growls shifted tempo and pitch as he looked down, seeing Hunter's eyes glazed over with lust, sporting a mustache and mutton chops worthy of a trucker. Nate threw his head back and howled as he came, the sound loud and reverberating.

Hunter and Sage looked up at their father in surprise, watching his face stretch out and contort, mutating into a canine muzzle. Fur erupted everywhere his facial hair had not, claiming his face from his upper lip across his cheeks, his nose, around his eyes and covering his forehead. His ears drifted upward to the top of his now elongated head. The arm that was outstretched to hold Hunter in place elongated, veins bulging over thick bulbous muscles as they swelled like water balloons. Grayish black fur ripped down across his arms, his shoulders, and his chest. The spots of human flesh rapidly disappeared, leaving only his lips and nostrils uncovered. His leathery skin prickles as wiry whiskers pushed out of his cheeks, stretching out to the sides well beyond the wild shag of his mane-like beard.

Mason was practically drooling from where he fucked Sage, watching their patriarch grow and grow. Hunter's mouth was being stretched almost painfully wide as his daddy's dick got fatter and broader in his mouth. Nate shivered, yellow eyes cringing as his tail emerged from his spine once more. The initial sensation was discomforting, at least until it was fully free and started to stretch out again behind him. Fur bristled from every centimeter of the surface area, growing luxurious and long. The tail slipped down to his thighs, his knees, his ankles and then his toes. It swung back and forth almost hypnotically behind his ample ass.

While there were a few more pops and snaps as Nate rose up to his full height of seven feet tall, he loomed nearly silently over them all as a beast. He had been so impressed with his sons mere moments before, but now? Now he knew they still had a ways to come. Nate purposely stepped back, pulling his dick out of Hunter's throat until only the tip remained in his mouth. Hunter tried to crawl forward, to close the gap, but the clawed paw holding him by his hair was firm. He remained where he was just as that colossal cock shuddered, twitched, and then unleashed the thickest, saltiest, stickiest yellowed cum that Hunter had ever tasted. It coated his mouth, stained his teeth, searing it with his father's flavor. He let it fill up nearly to bursting before he took a gulp, then another, then a third. He consumed that sperm as rapidly as he could and it was as if he was being inflated ounce for ounce by the mass. His pectorals began to bloat and sag, his stomach softening and losing definition as it grew and rounded. The definition on his arms and legs remained, but the edges disappeared as new layer after layer of fat formed.

As Hunter got huskier by the moment, the body hair that had been ample to begin with began to grow into something else entirely. His pale skin disappeared as fur sprouted out of it, growing thick and dark. While he had obediently remained where he was, his face had inched forward little by little, his face burning and aching as it stretched back into a muzzle and his own whiskers pushed out from his cheeks. As much as he'd added to his body weight, Hunter's own dog dick was hanging lower and lower to the floor. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, it surged downward. It turned from pink to red, red to purple, and then pitch black. The pepper-like shape remained, but the organ was bloating beyond all measure. The bulging knot around the base stretched to the size of a tennis ball, a softball, and then larger still. The rubbery meat hit the floor and curved, still swelling. His unused urethra stretched larger and wider like an opening orifice, looking big enough for a finger, then two, then larger still.

“They'll never be the same again…" Mason whispered into Sage's pointed ear as it migrated up to the top of his head, “They're one of the family now, one of the pack, and so are you…" Mason whispered. He lowered his head, nuzzling against Sage's neck before he bit it again. Sage howled, leaning into the bite, feeling cum erupt from his own dick into his now hefty brother's ass at the same time as this interloper, his new 'brother' began to cum into his. His mouth reshaped around the howl, forged and honed by it. His teeth thickened and curved into sharp points, sharper than when he'd mutated the night before. His nostrils tilted up as his muzzle formed, the tip turning black and leathery. His eyes shifted, the color burned away by the glowing golden heat of a newly risen star.

Sage could hear his body making sounds as if it were breaking, but he felt as if he was being remade. His arms were heavy with muscle, but that mass gave them such profound strength too. He had to curve his broader back to accommodate his muscles getting thicker and wider like tree trunks. Even his dick was growing outward, prying his brother's ass apart like a splitting wedge. Sage's beard remained, but it had been stretched out along his elongated muzzle. His mullet had grown too, the hair unfurliung from his scalp until the party in the back reached his shoulders. His tail was forced up and around Mason's ribs.

Mason grinned, looking at his lycanthropic family. He'd tainted many men since his awakening, but never an entire family. He felt proud of himself, and oddly at peace with his position. It was almost a relief to not have to be the alpha for once. Nate and his sons clearly had a dynamic all their own. He just hoped he'd be able to insert himself into it as easily as he had inserted himself into Sage. Mason's shifting seemed almost fluidic compared to that of the others. His sharper edges came out as claws and fangs. His fur erupted out of his skin like porcupine quills before softening down into a healthy coat. His tail descended until it nearly threw off his center of gravity, sweeping back and forth behind him.

In just a few more moments, all four of them had given into their wolves. They weren't quite wolfmen, not quite werewolves. They were animal and man, they were family and lovers both. They were a supreme natural contradiction and irony enacting carnal lusts as if splinters of the universe were trying to grasp and understand itself. They worked forward and back like the tides in the sea, cumming over and over again until they could shed no more. Only then, in the throes of an afterglow as warm as a stellar nursery did they collapse and cuddle together. Arms and legs acted as pillows, their tails as blankets. Bellies and colons were full. They twitched and stirred only slightly, basking in such great pleasures. Somewhere, a tiny seed in Nate's mind retained that first moment of pride he'd held for his sons even as it twisted and grew into a sinful lust for them. They were, after all, family.