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It was going to be a full moon tonight. For most people, that made little difference. Just a night that was brighter than usual. For me, it meant making sure my boyfriend Terry was restrained. Nobody wants a werewolf on the loose! Everytime the full moon cycle came around now, I couldn’t help but remember when Terry had first shared his secret with me.

I followed Terry down the stairs into his basement. I realized despite us dating so long, I had never actually been down here before. I had been pressing him for us to move in together, but he had been hesitant. He had finally invited me over to show me something, telling me that after seeing it, I might have second thoughts about us living together.

“So let me guess…you’re a serial killer and you want me to see your skull collection?” I joked as we reached the bottom of the stairs. Terry’s basement was mostly empty. There was a treadmill facing a TV mounted on the wall, a washer and dryer, some boxes lined up against the wall, and a workbench. On the far wall there was a closed door leading to another room.

“Very funny Ken, but this is serious! What I’m going to tell you is going to make you think I’m crazy. Especially when I show you what’s behind the door over there. I raised an eyebrow skeptically at him, and Ken looked back at me anxiously.

“Ok, I’m sorry. What do you want to show me?” I said. Terry sighed heavily, then led me to the door on the other end of his basement. He flipped on the light switch by the door, and sighed again before finally opening the door, and stepping aside. I stepped up to the doorway to look in, and gasped at what I saw. The fluorescent lighting of the room revealed a row of metal bars that divided the room in half. There were large gouges in the concrete wall behind the bars that almost resembled claw marks, and the air in the room was heavy with a musky, almost animal-like smell. I turned and looked at him wide eyed, somewhat fearful that maybe he actually was a serial killer, and I was about to end up behind those bars. I began to slowly back away from him nervously.

“Let me explain…the cell is for me, I'm a werewolf!” Terry finished rapidly, then grimaced in anticipation of what my reaction would be. I had to admit, I was completely caught off guard by what he had said, but I stopped backing away.

“You’re a…a what?!?” I asked in disbelief.

“A werewolf. I know it sounds absolutely batshit insane, but hang around a little longer and you’ll see for yourself” Terry told me.

“So, you lock yourself in the cell during full moons?” I asked. I was still highly skeptical. Terry nodded, then went into the room, and began stripping off his clothes. I looked at my watch, and saw that it was getting late. Terry tossed his clothes into the corner, then went into the cell half of the room, shutting the door behind him as I moved into the doorway to watch. I noticed a keypad on the cell door instead of a keyhole. The keypad beeped when he pulled the door closed.

“Haven’t you ever noticed we never hang out during full moons?” Terry asked with a grin.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, I guess not!” I said with a laugh. “So, when are you going to change?”

“It will be soon, it’s getting dark. Usually once the full moon has gotten mostly over the horizon is when it starts. I need to tell you some things before I change. I know it’s going to look a bit gruesome, but don’t worry, I don’t really feel it. Once I’ve changed, I’m gone. The werewolf is running the show. I don’t remember anything that happens when I’m transformed. That being said, stay away from the bars. I don’t want you getting close enough for me to grab you! I have no idea what I might do to you if I got a hold of you! In the morning I’ll change back. I’ll change tomorrow night, and possibly the night after that. It doesn’t always happen on the third night of the full moon, I think maybe sometimes it’s not quite always full on the third night, but I always lock myself up just in case it does happen” Terry said. I was still skeptical, but nodded that I understood. Terry nodded back and smiled, then suddenly grimaced, and doubled over as he gripped his sides..

“Is it starting?” I asked, moving into the room and coming closer to the bars. Terry nodded, then looked up and saw I had moved closer.

“Get back!” Terry ordered, his voice taking on a guttural, growling tone. The unusual sound of his voice alone caused me to keep backing away until I bumped into the wall. I stood and watched in a mixture of fascination and fear as Terry fell to his knees, grunting and panting as his body quivered and rippled. A crackling, then a sound like cloth tearing filled the room, and I clapped a hand over my mouth in shock as Terry’s arms and legs began to stretch, his hands and feet began to twist and deform. He threw his head back and groaned, and I could see his teeth growing longer in his mouth, his ears began to grow longer and pointed, and his face began to pull out into a muzzle. A light tan colored fur began to sprout rapidly across his body as his arms and legs continued to stretch and bulk up. My eyes darted everywhere, trying to see everything that was happening. They paused on Terry’s crotch, and I watched as his cock changed shape, growing much larger and becoming more canine like before the skin above his scrotum stretched up to encase it in a sheath. Terry fell forward and grunted as his face continued to stretch. He gnashed his teeth, and I could see a trickle of blood from the corner of his jaws as his teeth grew larger, pushing through his gums. His back legs began to curve as his feet grew longer. Terry’s body then began to rapidly bulk up, his pec and ab muscles became extremely defined. A tail sprang from his tailbone, and rapidly extended as bushy fur erupted from it. Finally, it seemed his transformation was complete. Terry panted heavily as he raised his wolf-like head, his golden eyes looking dazed. His long pink tongue slithered out and licked his jaws, cleaning up the blood trickling from his mouth. His eyes flicked to me standing against the wall, and he bared his teeth and snarled loudly. In a flash he was on his feet, and lunging at the bars, reaching through them at me. I cried out in fear and flinched, but luckily I was well out of reach of those large clawed hands. Realizing I was out of reach, he growled in frustration and crouched down. Even crouching, he was almost as tall as I was. The slim, average sized Terry I knew had been replaced by this hulking werewolf before me. Terry rose to his full height, making it so I had to crane my head to meet his gaze. He had to have been 8ft tall or more, much taller than his human form. I couldn’t help but shiver as his gaze drilled into me. I almost felt like he was willing me to come closer, and I closed my eyes and shook my head to clear it. Terry growled again, then snorted, and squatted back down on his haunches again.

“This is so fucked up” I muttered. Terry lifted his head to stare at me again, then snorted, and looked away. I took a step closer, and instantly Terry sprung up and reached for me through the bars again, snarling loudly.

“Ok, well I’m going to leave you to deal with this, I’ll check on you tomorrow, ok?” I said soothingly. Terry made one more swiping grab at me, but I was well out of his reach. He sighed, sounding disappointed, and crouched down again. I backed away and softly closed the door. As I walked to the stairs, I heard a loud lingering howl, causing me to shiver, before it finally ended. I almost went back to check, but decided it would be best not to. I had been going to spend the night anyway, so I headed to the bedroom and flopped onto Terry’s bed, the memory of his transformation played out over and over in my head. I didn’t know how I would sleep after seeing that, but eventually I managed to drift off.

When morning came, I was awakened by the smell of breakfast cooking. I looked at my watch to see I had slept pretty late, and rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen. Terry stood at the stove in a bathrobe, cooking bacon as though he just hadn’t been a hulking werewolf hours ago.

“Morning Ken! Glad to see you weren’t scared off by what you saw last night!” Terry said cheerfully.

“Terry? Did that really happen last night? You were a werewolf?” I asked uncertainly, wondering if I had in fact dreamed it.

“Yup, it really happened. If you don’t believe me, plenty of fur strewn across the cell down there to prove it! Haven’t had a chance to vacuum yet” Terry replied. I came over and stood next to him, feeling like I was in a trance. Terry gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“How did you become a werewolf?” I asked.

“Well, I got bit by one on a camping trip. It might have killed me, but I scared it off with my gun. Next full moon… well, you saw. Luckily I live alone, I might have hurt somebody! Place was trashed the next day though. I had a security camera, so I saw what happened. Luckily that was only a two night cycle. After that, I knew I had to do something, so I built the cell downstairs. So that’s how I spend two to three nights a month!” Terry explained, as he put some of the bacon he was cooking onto a plate, then handed it to me. I held the plate and stared blankly at him.

“A werewolf…” I said in disbelief.

“I understand it’s a lot to take in, and I understand if you aren’t comfortable being around me anymore, but I hope you see as long as I’m in the cell, it’s safe” Terry said, sounding slightly nervous. I followed him to the table and sat down with him, and he tore into his breakfast, eating like he was starving.

“It’s a lot, but I agree, you seem to have made a plan to deal with it, and it seems to be working” I agreed. I picked up a piece of bacon and chewed thoughtfully on it.

“So, you’re not going to run off on me?” Terry asked hopefully.

“Nah, I suppose I’ll stick around” I replied with a grin. Terry looked relieved at my reply, and smiled at me before continuing with his breakfast.

The next night, I again followed Terry to the basement. Knowing what to expect this time, I wasn’t nearly as shocked as I had been the night before, though I had to admit it was a bit of a gruesome spectacle to watch. Terry’s transformation took place, and the werewolf emerged. This time however, he didn’t charge the bars and try to reach for me. He simply squatted down on his haunches and glared at me through the bars.

“Terry, are you really not in there?” I asked curiously. Terry tilted his head, and his ears swiveled towards me almost questioningly. I took a step towards the bars, and his ears flattened immediately, and he bared his teeth and growled menacingly.

“Ok, ok!” I said, holding my hands up placatingly as I backed up again. A thought occurred to me, and I went upstairs to fetch some pieces of bacon left over from breakfast. Terry had laid down on his side when I left, but he immediately hopped back up and crouched when I returned, looking at me warily.

“Everybody loves bacon, even werewolves I bet!” I said playfully. Terry’s ears swiveled towards me, and I saw his nostrils flare as he sniffed loudly. I tossed a strip of bacon through the bars, and Terry’s jaws snapped loudly as he snatched the bacon from mid air, then he looked at me expectantly, his tongue licking his lips as he eyed the bacon in my hand. I tossed him slices one at a time until they were gone. He kept looking at me expectantly, but I held my hands up to indicate they were all gone.

“All gone buddy, sorry!” I told him. Terry grumbled, and laid back down on the floor. I went and fetched a folding chair from the other room, and set it up in the doorway. I decided I would browse on my phone and keep Terry company for a while before I went upstairs for bed.

From then on, I spent every full moon cycle at Terry’s. I didn’t always watch him transform, seeing it a few times had been enough for me. Despite what Terry claimed, it looked agonizing to me. I put a piece of tape on the floor to mark a safety line, a reference point to keep from wandering too close. It seemed the more time I spent with him as a werewolf, the more he seemed to get used to me, and no longer growled or snarled at me. I had an overwhelming urge to run my hands through his fur, but I knew the risk was too great. The urge became so strong, I asked Terry if he would mind an alternate system of restraint. I messed around with tailoring as a hobby, and drew up a pattern for a bondage suit, and a restraint rig to attach it to. We dabbled a little with bondage ourselves in the bedroom, and Terry was on board with it, so I set out to create it. First I made the bondage gear, which I made from modified actual bondage gear, the largest size I could find. I took some pictures of Terry when he was a werewolf, and estimated sizing from there. It would be comically huge when Terry wore it as a human, but as he changed, it would fit him snugly. The outfit was designed to be attached to the rig system that would keep him immobilized. Metal rings in the bondage gear would attach to the rigging and keep him from moving. Once the bondage gear was complete, we built the rig inside the cell. Finally, it was time to test it when the next full moon came. Terry looked a little ridiculous in the oversized outfit. I had also designed a muzzle that was draped around Terry’s neck, and had a strap over the top of his head to hold it in place. As he changed, his muzzle would extend into it, and hopefully keep me from being bit. The top part was like a straight jacket, with covers at the end of sleeves to keep his claws covered. Restraints on his legs also attached to the rig. If it all worked as planned, he shouldn’t be able to move, or just barely.

“I must look ridiculous” Terry said, looking at himself.

“Sure you do, but you’re gonna be one sexy looking werewolf!” I teased. Terry rolled his eyes at me and laughed, then grimaced as the transformation began. I watched anxiously, hoping everything would go smoothly. As I had hoped, everything went exactly as planned. The transformation went as usual, and as Terry’s body changed and grew, he filled out the bondage suit perfectly. When the transformation was complete, Terry looked puzzled at the situation he found himself in, and growled as he struggled briefly in his restraints. The leather bondage suit and rig creaked as he moved, but everything held. After struggling briefly, Terry looked down at me, tilted his head, and whined briefly.

“It’s ok buddy! You’re good! Everything’s fine!” I said soothingly as I moved closer. I crossed the tape mark on the floor, and was officially in grabbing range. Terry struggled again briefly, seeing how close I had come, but was held firmly in place. I was elated at how well it was working. I punched the code into the keypad, and the lock beeped as it opened. Terry tensed as I came in, but I moved slowly and cautiously, and he seemed to relax again. I had designed the torso part of his suit to leave his midriff exposed, and shakily extended my hand towards those irresistible furry abs. Terry watched closely, and tensed again as my hand touched the impossibly soft fur on his stomach.

“Oh my god, so soft!” I whispered, as I slowly and gently ran my hand over his furry pecs. Terry sighed softly, and relaxed as I gently rubbed his belly.

“Such a good boy! Yes you are!” I cooed, then immediately felt kind of felt stupid to be talking to him that way, but I was surprised to see his tail begin to wag. I glanced at his giant furry sheath, and couldn’t help myself. I ran my hand down to cup his huge furry balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, then began to gently rub them. Terry grunted, then his tongue protruded from the end of his muzzle as he began to pant loudly. A red finger of flesh appeared at his sheath opening, and his cock slowly began to slide out.

“Oh, you like that?” I asked, continuing to gently rub his furry balls. I watched in amazement as his massive red cock continued to slide free from its sheath. It had to have been at least a foot long, then the sheath opening bulged briefly, before a knot bigger than my fist popped free. I practically drooled as I ran my hand up and down the slick length. It twitched and throbbed at my touch. Terry’s hips thrust weakly as I fondled his cock. Looking around guiltily as though I thought somebody might actually see me, I gripped his cock firmly, and began stroking it. A combination of pants and whines escaped from Terry as I continued stroking his cock, and it didn’t take long before Terry hips quivered as he groaned loudly, and semen began spurting from his cock. I pulled my hand away when some of his semen ran across it, but he continued to cum, making a large puddle on the floor. I was starting to wonder if he would ever stop cumming, but finally it came to an end, and Terry sagged in his restraints.

“My goodness, somebody was pent up! Ugh, I’m going to have to clean this up, can’t let human Terry know I was jerking off werewolf Terry, now can we?” I said to him. Terry whined almost as if in agreement, and his tail wagged briefly again. I quickly went upstairs and washed my hands thoroughly, somewhat anxiously wondering if it had been safe to risk getting Terry’s semen on my hands like that. We had had sex on multiple occasions before this though, and I was still human. Maybe he could only create another werewolf when he was transformed? What did it actually take to become a werewolf? With that in mind, I pulled on some rubber dishwashing gloves as a precaution, grabbed a roll of paper towels, and poured some bleach into a bucket with water. Terry watched with interest as I cleaned up the mess. He shook his head and grimaced when the bleach fumes reached him, and he began to sneeze repeatedly.

“Ugh, I’m sorry buddy, that must smell terrible to you! Next time we’ll be more careful so I don’t have a mess to clean up!” I promised. Wait, next time? What was I even thinking! I finished cleaning up, then went and found a fan. I set it up to blow the odor away from Terry, and it seemed to do the trick. Terry’s cock had slid back into its sheath, and I gave his belly another rub. Looking around guiltily again, I ran my hand along Terry’s hip as I went behind him. The leather suit creaked as Terry tried to turn his head to see what I was up to. I ran my hands over his taut furry cheeks, and slipped my thumbs between them and spread them slightly. His tail started wagging in my face, and I used one hand to hold it, and took another peek between those furry cheeks. Nestled deeply in that thick soft fur I could see his pink pucker, that twitched slightly as I watched.

“Now that is a lovely sight! Maybe next time we’ll try something a little different?” I asked. Terry whined and his tail wagged. I gave him a playful smack on the rump, then gathered up the cleaning supplies. I would come back for the fan in a little while, I didn’t want Terry to wonder if he saw it. That was how my fun with Terry in his werewolf form started.

The whole month I had been terribly worried that there was a chance I might become a werewolf from getting Terry’s semen on my hands, and touching his cock. I was greatly relieved at the next full moon when I watched Terry change, and remained my usual self. I had asked Terry if he was sure he didn’t remember anything about his last time being a werewolf. He claimed it was all a blank, and asked how it went with the bondage gear. I told him how successful it had been, and how he had been pretty mellow, seeming to enjoy his tummy rubs. Obviously I left out the part about jerking him off, I was kind of afraid he wouldn’t approve. I figured I would eventually tell him at some point. Terry looked at me expectantly, his tail wagging as I approached the cell door, he was practically wriggling with excitement. It seemed he had adapted to the bondage gear quite quickly, and perhaps already even associated it with getting jerked off.

“Happy to see me?” I asked playfully. Terry whined eagerly in response, his sheath already swelling in anticipation as the tip of his cock poked out of it.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back, I have some fun planned for us!” I told him. Terry grumbled, sounding impatient at being made to wait. I ran upstairs and grabbed my backpack and a bucket, then returned to Terry. I figured I could use the bucket to catch Terry’s load when he came, and save myself the trouble of cleaning up a mess after. As for the other things I had brought, I unzipped my backpack and pulled out a box of disposable gloves, a box of condoms, and a small bottle of lube. Terry watched closely as I removed the items from my backpack, and placed them on the floor. I then slowly removed my clothes, doing a bit of a playful strip tease for Terry. His long tongue flicked out the end of his muzzle and licked his nose, and he started to pant slightly as he watched. I pulled on a pair of the disposable gloves, and picked up the bottle of lube. I squirted some onto my gloved fingers as I walked behind Terry, who strained to turn his head to watch. His tail began to wag when I was behind him, almost as if he knew what I had in mind. I chuckled as I deflected his wagging tail with one hand, and slipped my lubed fingers between his furry cheeks. I quickly found his twitching asshole, and slowly slipped a pair of fingers into him. The lube made them slide in easily, and I felt Terry clamp down tightly on them, as he made a pleased murring sound. My cock began to grow hard at the feeling of him clenching so tightly onto my fingers.

“Oh, you like that?” I asked playfully, as I slid my fingers as deeply as I could into him. Terry made another pleased rumbling sound at my question. I wiggled my fingers inside him, spreading the lube on his opening and insides, then slid them out. I pulled off the gloves and tossed them aside, then grabbed the condoms and pulled one out. I figured if they worked for preventing STDs, then hopefully it would work for lycanthropy too! Terry watched as I fumbled with the wrapper, making an almost impatient grumbling sound as if urging me to hurry up. I finally got the condom out and on to my erect cock. Then I was presented with a new problem. Terry was too tall to reach his ass with my cock.

“Ugh, can you…crouch down?” I asked, wondering if he would even understand. He seemed to though, and despite making an effort, the bondage rig prevented him from being able to, and he made a frustrated whining sound.

“Ok, don’t worry, we can figure this out!” I assured him as I patted his furry rump. I went back into the other room, and found a small step stool, and brought it back.

“This should do it!” I exclaimed, and Terry wagged his tail eagerly. I placed the stool behind him, it was the perfect height. I grabbed the bucket before stepping up onto the stool. It was going to be a little awkward holding the bucket while I did this, but I would make it work. Using my free hand, I slipped my cock between those luxuriously furry cheeks, and prodded against his asshole with my tip. It quivered in anticipation at my touch, and I slowly pressed myself into him. The intense warmth of his insides clutched tightly and eagerly at me as I slid deeper, and Terry gave a satisfied sigh. I circled my arms around his wide waist, taking his cock in one hand, and maneuvering the bucket into position with the other. With everything lined up, I began stroking his cock as I thrust my hips against him. We both panted with pleasure as I began stroking and thrusting faster. For him being so large, I was amazed at how tightly his asshole gripped me. The feeling of his soft fur against my bare skin was amazing as I thrust into him. It didn’t take long, and I clutched my arms around his waist tightly as I came, feeling his hips quiver when he finally came, and his load spilled into the bucket. I was finished cumming long before him, but with a final twitch in my hand, his cock was finally still, and began to go slightly limp. I slid my cock from him, then stepped down from the step stool and looked in the bucket. It was over half full, and was quite heavy.

“God damn Terry! I’m going to clog the sink with this!” I said with a laugh. I could have sworn Terry made a growling chuckling sound, but I had to have been mistaken. I looked up at him, as he panted through his muzzle. Tentatively, I reached up and scratched his ear. Terry sighed and leaned his head against my scratching fingers. He turned his head towards my arm, his tongue flicked out of the end of his muzzle repeatedly, as if he was attempting to lick me. Cautiously, I moved my hand closer, and his long soft tongue washed over my hand repeatedly as he licked it.

“Such a good boy!” I cooed to him as I pulled my hand away. I took the sink to the utility sink at the other end of the basement, and poured it in. I ran the hot water, and luckily everything seemed to go down the drain ok. I washed Terry’s drool off my hand, realizing maybe I shouldn’t have let him lick my hand. I didn’t have any cuts on my hand, so hopefully everything would be fine. I was thrilled how things had gone. I had just had sex with a werewolf! The following night, I had sex with him again, and hoped it was going to be a three night cycle.

I eagerly awaited the full moon cycle now. I still hadn’t told Terry about what I had been up to with him when he was a werewolf, I was kind of embarrassed. But Terry seemed happier than ever that I was fine with his secret, and I had finally moved in with him. Every night of the full moon I had sex with Terry, sometimes more than once a night. As exciting as sex with him was when he was a werewolf, I longed to feel that giant werewolf cock in me, but also feared accidentally becoming a werewolf myself. It was the first night of the new cycle. I held a box of condoms, only these ones weren’t for me. They were the biggest size I could find, and I was hopeful they would fit on Terry’s massive cock. I had decided it was time to experience that massive cock in me. Opening the condom wrapper, I marveled at the size of the condom, it was practically twice as wide as the one I used on myself. Terry was so conditioned to what we did together, his cock began to emerge from his sheath the moment I entered the cell. I approached, and attempted to wrestle the condom onto his cock.

“Damnit!” I muttered as the condom split, and fell apart. I pulled out another one, and tried again, but with the same results. I sighed with disappointment. I gave it one more try, but sadly the results were the same. Terry seemed to be growing more agitated and impatient with each failed attempt.

“I’m sorry buddy, it seems your dick is just too big!” I said with a laugh. I went to grab the stool, but when I returned, something seemed off. Terry was panting heavily. I looked at him with concern, then stumbled back and gasped in fear when with a loud tearing sound, Terry yanked the straps loose on his straight jacket, then brought his hand to his jaws to tear the cover off with his teeth as he snarled. With one clawed hand free, he easily shredded the restraints, and then he was free. I turned and ran, but didn’t get far. Terry was on me in an instant, and shoved me to the floor. I shivered with fear as I was pinned under his furry bulk, completely expecting to get torn to shreds. Terry’s large hands clutched my sides tightly, and he eagerly sniffed my body. I was too afraid to move, and flinched when I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. Then I felt his tongue lick roughly across it. A pleased rumble emitted from him, and his long tongue licked its way down my back. I was relieved I hadn’t been torn to pieces, but was extremely worried about what was going to happen next. Terry’s hands slid down my body as he licked his way down to my ass. His nose pressed against the cleft of my ass cheeks as he sniffed loudly, then his tongue took a long slow slurp between my ass cheeks.

“C’mon Terry, why don’t we get you back in your cell?” I asked nervously, but Terry paid me no mind. As I had done to him multiple times, he used his large thumbs to pry my ass cheeks apart. After taking another deep sniff, he then began licking firmly at my ass. I moaned at the feeling of that soft tongue slithering across my asshole, then gasped as he forced it into me. Lewd slurping filled the air as Terry feasted on my ass. Finally, he pulled his muzzle away, and sat up, licking his chops. Hoping he was satisfied, I began to slowly crawl away, but I didn’t get far before I felt his huge hands close around my thighs, and drag me back towards him. The tip of his massive cock poked against me, feeling impossibly huge. Had I really been considering trying to take that just moments ago? Terry growled lustily as his tip began to slide into me, I gritted my teeth as I was stretched to my limits. Terry slipped his arms around me, and pulled me up and held me firmly against his furry chest. One huge hand slipped up to grip me by the throat as he licked the side of my face as he thrust wildly into me. I panted at the feeling of his massive cock jack hammering into my asshole.

”Terry, please, you’re too big!” I begged. In response, Terry turned my head as he leaned down to plunge his tongue into my mouth, drawing me into a beastial kiss. I realized it was futile to reason with him, and surrendered to his lust. I brought my hand up to stroke the side of his muzzle as he ravaged my mouth with his tongue. As his massive cock filled me below, his huge tongue filled me above. He pulled his mouth away from mine, and with a final vicious thrust that made me cry out in pain, he buried his fist sized knot in me. I moaned at the intense pressure, then yelled out in surprise and pain as Terry bit down on my shoulder, his sharp teeth sinking into my flesh. His hips quivered against me as he came, and I felt his load geysering into me. Intense heat and pressure filled my insides. I looked down in shock to see my stomach beginning to bulge and quiver with his semen. Terry breathed heavily through his nose, his teeth still clamped tightly on me. I couldn’t believe he was still cumming, and the heat moved up into my chest, causing me to begin to cough. I held my hand in front of my mouth, gagging as I hacked up a glob of fluid into my hand. I was completely shocked to see a sticky puddle of semen in my hand. Terry’s cock gave a final firm twitch deep inside me, and it seemed that he had finally stopped cumming. He released my shoulder from his jaws, and began gently licking the bloody divots his teeth had made. I sighed shakily, and slouched in his arms as I closed my eyes. I had no doubt I was also going to be a werewolf.

“Sorry about that, got a little carried away there!” Terry apologized in a deep growling voice, and resumed licking my shoulder. My eyes flew open and my jaw dropped in shock.

“Terry?!? What the fuck, you can talk? What the hell is going on?!?” I asked in utter disbelief. Terry stopped licking my shoulder and chuckled.

“Yea, I might have kind of misled you about being a mindless beast when I’m a werewolf. I had only intended it to be a test to see if you truly loved me and would stay with me. I had only planned to pretend to be a mindless beast for the first night, but it was so cute how you were trying to befriend what you assumed was a bloodthirsty monster, so I just kept pretending! I have to say, I really enjoyed the things you did with me!” Terry told me, then gave the side of my face an affectionate lick.

“So…this whole time you were totally aware of what I was doing with you while you were a werewolf?” I asked sheepishly.

“Yup! Also I could have broken out of that bondage gear anytime I wanted, but I have to admit I really loved wearing it!” Terry told me, giving my face another lick.

“So did you build that cage just for this whole charade?” I asked.

“No, the first time I became a werewolf, I really did lose control. I tore the place up pretty good, that part was true. I built the cage after that first time because I was afraid I would wreck the place again, but turns out I had it pretty well under control the next time” Terry told me.

“I…I wanted to tell you about what I was doing with you when you were a werewolf, but I was kind of embarrassed. I felt like I was cheating on human you, with werewolf you!” I said with a shaky laugh.

”That’s ok, even if I hadn’t already known about what was going on the whole time, I wouldn’t have been upset!” Terry assured me.

“So, guess I’m probably a werewolf now? Sort of wish you had asked before biting me! When will I change for the first time?” I asked nervously.

“Yea, sorry about that…but I think you’re going to like being a werewolf, it’s actually quite enjoyable! As for your first change, it wasn’t until the following full moon cycle for me, but I got bit on the last night of a cycle. Guess we will see what happens tomorrow night!” Terry told me, and nuzzled the side of my face with his muzzle. He laid back, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down to lay on his chest. His cock was still buried deeply in me, his knot remained hugely swollen. I wondered how long we would be stuck together like this, but more importantly I wondered what tomorrow night's full moon would bring.