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“Seriously? I can’t have chocolate?” Anna asked. She was laying in a hospital bed, seemingly completely healthy, a lot of bloody bandages in a nearby garbage can. “That thing took a 12 gauge slug to the chest, and I can’t have chocolate?”

There were two forms of werewolves. One was the spirits of the hunt that grew out of the unending cycle of predator and prey, as eternal as the seasons who graced humanity with their leaping forms as they chased down spectral deer among the auroras. The other were people like Anna. People who had something that triggered said spiritual hunters to try to eat them. Hence the shotguns. Anna had missed and survived the mauling. One of the other hunters hadn’t and saved her life.

But… suddenly being imbued by the essence of a pack hunter had put her into a bad mood. Sure, she could heal just about anything, but her metabolism was hooked up to a janky train of half human, half lupine parts and the results were unpredictable. Hence why chocolate was a bad idea.

“Pretty much. There’s some other changes you’ll need to be aware of. Lupines are obligate carnivores so you’ll need to talk with a nutritionist. There’s also a werewolf support group that you’ll need to check in with. This is a manageable, but life changing, condition.”

“Ok, new diet, new friend group. Is there anything else I need to change?”

***

Anna was a tad annoyed at being borderline required to move to Wolfwood. The goal wasn’t to isolate her forever, it was to help give her enough time and space to understand a massive change to her biology; not an asylum keeping people safe from her, an open area where she could wolf out around people who were trained and equipped to deal with someone suddenly hulking out to twice their previous size because the traffic light turned too slowly. Joys of emotions being relative and brains adjusting rapidly. You win the lottery and you feel pretty much back to normal a month later, chasing the hedonistic treadmill. You get inhabited by a werewolf spirit that destroys all the plans you’ve ever created, forces you to move, and learn to cope with an entirely new biology and you’re left feeling bored as you’re doing crunches on a pullup bar at 3 am during a drunken wolven get together.

At least, that was what she hoped for. The current hum of energy constantly coursing through her body was… hard to ignore. The artistically naked muscular werewolf on the sign wasn’t helping, but the isthmus was at least paid for, with nice walkable nightlife and borderline populated entirely by werewolves and people who wanted to be near werewolves for… whatever reason.

She sighed as the moving truck slowed and stopped in front of an… ok house. It was clearly modular. Place, hookup, done. Walking in, at least they’d sprung for some pretty decent furnishings and appliances. The backyard opened onto a running trail into an artistically sculpted green space with a public workout area.

It wasn’t so much that the space was only aimed at working out but… more that Anna was suddenly very much in touch with herself. Turns out that suddenly having an apex predator welded onto your soul means you’re very very aware. Aware of everyone’s breathing and heart rate picking up around you. Aware of your own heartbeat and anxiety response. Just… aware.

And what that means is that you’re constantly aware that you’re scared and alone and your heart is picking up and why is it picking up and… Well, anyway, Anna suddenly had an anxiety disorder that meant that she was constantly on the verge of having a panic attack, and the only solution she had found was diverting that energy into something useful.

So… lots of working out, and trying to match her activity to her heart rate. If her fitness app said she was doing some good sprints, it was time to start sprinting. Anna felt her foot tapping, her breath accelerating, and heard her heart starting to pound, as her body started to look for exits, suddenly very very aware that she was indoors.

She mumbled something to the movers and stumbled outside, feeling the cooler air on her face as she kicked off her shoes. She took a deep breath, dropped her phone and keys on the ground, and started running, full out, her heart monitor playing some thrashmetal at apparently 200 beats per minute. She felt her muscles swell as each footfall became heavier, her muscles suddenly filling with more power as each stride gained distance and speed, feeling the air block her as her socks tore apart, the pain in her feet distant and easily ignored, the tightness constricting her limbs fading as she heard protesting cloth tear, the sunny day slowly filtering through her head as she felt her muscles sing.

It wasn’t that long before she started to feel the burn in her lungs, panting to fill much more demanding muscles with a human sized airway, her head filled with the scent of unfamiliar wolves. She stumbled off the path, a tad drunkenly, dizzy, her heartrate crashing back down towards normal, anxiety bleeding off as various parts of her body reported in.

Yep, that angry message was her feet. They were shredded.

Achilles tendon was screaming that it has pushed close to 3gs off the ground for the last mile.

Joints? Very angry.

But it felt good. Better than being trapped inside her own body, inside, wondering if she was going to die. Pain on the outside… better than pain on the inside.

“… you alright? You need to go to the clinic?” A worried voice asked, as his, definitely a he, scent filled her head. She looked up, nose filling her in on the details before her eyes focused. Late 20s, mostly spent time indoors, cheap shampoo, no deodorant, sweaty, human form, werewolf, not wedded… mated?, ate eggs and bacon earlier today. She was pretty sure it was with pepper and soy sauce. Her head was swimming with knowledge. She wasn’t sure where it came from, but the only thing that stopped it from being entirely overwhelming was the burning in her lungs and the lances of pain radiating up her body.

“I… I guess? Might as well learn where it is…” She groaned, standing up, feet reporting in that she probably should go to the clinic. She ignored them, taking a couple deep breaths, and firmly stepping forward. The new person put a shoulder under her arm, as her hip gave out. Seemed like it wasn’t exactly intended kick off with something like more than double her normal weight in one massive stride. If she really focused, with that amount of force in a sustained effort, she could have lifted a fairly decent sized truck. She knew her body was all out of wack, and that was really the problem. Her heart rate kept slowly dropping.

Her heart had been convinced she was always under attack. Her mind was attempting to use old tools for a new problem. Her nose was overriding her brain. Her feet were trying to balance. It was… just way too much. Her muscles and tendons were used to someone who was mildly fit, and had given up on… use. Admin usually didn’t need nearly this much effort. And the ban on caffeine wasn’t helping. She could feel it nearly as acutely as the oppressive desire for chocolate. Everything about her just felt… so so fucking wrong.

Leaving bloody footprints in the dust, she limped towards the clinic, a few worried werewolves trying to give her the space she clearly needed. Well, somewhere between the space she needed and how you would stare at someone limping towards the hospital, leaving bloody footprints. Only the person helping carry some of her weight was willing to be near.

“Umm… thanks… sorry about… this.” She said, as they trudged along.

“No problem… I think we’ve all been where you are, at some point or another.” He said.

“I’m sure… you probably need to carry injured people to the hospital all the time” She said, a tad sarcastic. “Erm… oh, my name is Anna.”

“You’d be surprised..” He groaned. “Lewis. I’d shake your hand but…” He gestured at trying to keep her upright. She reached across his body and shook it anyway.

“I’m not totally broken.” She mumbled, the pain leaking through her anxiety induced panic. By now, it had dulled to just a throbbing in her feet and legs. Occasional stabbing spikes as tendons reported in.

“But anyway, a few people in the bodybuilding club think that just because shifting repairs most of the damage to their muscles, they can push themselves until collapse, shift, and be totally fine. But there’s accumulated damage that can build up, nutrients expended, and it’s not exactly healthy to do too often.”

“What?”

“Oh… right… have you fully shifted yet? I saw that you’d done a partial shift while running.”

“No… got infected earlier this week…”

“Ah. Well, when your body goes through a shift, it triggers a complete rebuild of your muscles and skeleton. You’re shifting a lot of muscle and bone around. And since muscle growth is muscle healing, some lifters have tried to juice it by working out to failure, shifting, and working out again. The issue is that… well, you don’t break physics. Or most parts of biology. You can only process so much protein in a day. Being a werewolf does change your digestion, but your body will eventually start to eat muscles to sustain the changes. And, surprise surprise, people who are willing to become werewolves to gain mass tend to push it a bit too far.”

“… Umm… well, I got attacked by a hunt spirit, not intentional.”

“Didn’t mean to imply that you intended any of this.” Lewis said hurriedly. “Just… ugh. Trying to make small talk. I just keep talking when I’m stressed.”

“Really? You seem like you’re handling this pretty well.”

“Nah, I’m freaking out internally. Haven’t been this close to a new wolf in a long time.”

“Is that a problem for you?”

“Eh… it’s weird. Your body is pumping out a lot of werewolf pheromones, but you also smell mostly human. Tends to make me feel like a big fluffy dog that wants snuggles.” He grinned, teeth slightly sharper than most humans.

“Hey! I’m the injured person here. I deserve snuggles, and to be carried.” Anna joked, then squeaked when Lewis lifted her off her feet, easily holding her weight. It did feel nice not to be on her feet though, so she wasn’t about to complain.

“Your wish is my command.” He said, calmly walking towards the clinic.

“… so you’re in the bodybuilding club?” She asked, finding it a bit hard to ignore his oversized pecs.

“Yep! Had some issues with defining my identity, being able to be more than well… a werewolf. Or at least someone driven by new instincts and needs. And part of dealing with that was doing something innately unnatural that took effort and routine.”

“… well, I guess that you have been where I am in that case…” Anna admitted. “I… yeah, just all my plans were gone. Job… is telework, so… I have that. But…”

“Hey, I get it, everything’s been turned upside down and dealing with all the instincts and bullshit. But if you want some normalcy… for a given value of that, we’re at the gym at 0500 pretty much every morning.”

“… why 5 AM?!”

“Well, one bonus of shifting is that your body does mild shifts throughout the night, removing buildups of toxins and shit accumulated during the day. Most people here don’t need to sleep more than a couple hours. So… we work out because 5 am is a decent lie in. You do want sleep to help rebuild your muscles and help with digestion.”

“… neat. That might be the first thing that makes being a werewolf worth it. Why don’t more people know about that?”

“Do you really want people to ask you to take awkward shifts or deal with bullshit too early just because you don’t need more sleep?” He shrugged. “It doesn’t come up that much, and chronic insomnia is technically listed as a side effect of being a werewolf. I suspect that is strictly inappropriate, but, hey, I’m not a doctor.”

“Fair enough.” She said, relaxing in his warm strong arms, as he carried her through the door.

A nurse saw the couple, sighed, and waved Lewis over. “You really need to be more aware of people risking injury.” He admonished, directing him towards an examination room.

Lewis spluttered something about it not being related to powerlifting, but the nurse mostly ignored him.

The nurse pulled on a mask, a pair of gloves, and started examining the damage. “Looks like some simple abrasions and muscle strains. Any sharp pains?”

“Along my Achilles tendon and in my knees.”

“Alright, some potential joint damage. Take a few days off from lifting and you should be fine. Make sure you eat plenty of protein and try a few controlled shifts.”

“She’s not part of the bodybuilding club!” Lewis finally managed.

“Erm… yeah, I got spooked and started running. Just moved here a few hours ago. Never shi- fully shifted.”

The nurse blinked in surprise and nodded. “Well… I’m sure we would have met eventually. Since you’re here, you mind if we do the intake checkup? Want to make sure that your hormonal profile is within expected ranges and see if you need any other support. Good to see you’ve already made a friend.”

Anna felt her heart speed up and was sure that both of the other werewolves were aware of the sudden anxiety spike. “I… guess?”

The nurse winced and rubbed her temples. “Sorry, I made assumptions.”

Lewis cleared his throat. “Umm… Well, that invitation to work out is still open. I’ll leave you two to it.”

Anna slumped back onto the table. “I guess werewolf relationships aren’t any easier than human ones.” She joked, as the nurse took her pulse.

“Eh… it’s just an added layer of shit. You’ll start to be able to pick up on people’s moods and the impact that scent has on relationships shifts as it gets closer to the full moon.” His nostrils flared. “You were dumping a lot of affection and happiness pheromones into the air as he walked in. And new wolves generally aren’t good enough at lying to themselves to control that.”

“Ah… umm… oh.” She said, speculating. “I am into muscles…”

“Then his shirt probably stinks of horny.”

“… and how do you deal with that?”

“People knowing when you’re turned on? Away from the full moon, you don’t talk about it, anymore than when you notice other public displays of affection.”

“And towards the full moon?”

“Some people use it as an excuse to do stupid shit. It’s like how ‘I’m drunk’ makes some people do shit they want to anyway after planning to do it. Most people treat it the same way as any other time, except drives tend to be a bit stronger. Varies from person to person.” The nurse wrote down the results. “You have an issue with needles?”

“… haven’t tried since...”

“Anna, it’s a major risk for werewolves to fixate on their new drives as somehow a real difference in who they are. People spook. People do stupid shit when scared. Anxiety attacks leave people paralyzed. If you’re drunk, you’re impaired, but you’re still you. It’s a contributing factor, it’s not a justification.” The nurse said, cleaning her arm and putting an elastic band on. It felt a bit uncomfortable but not anywhere near on par with… everything else.

Anna took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I can do it.”

“Oh, I already drew the blood during that speech.” The nurse said. “Your pain tolerance is significantly higher as a werewolf.”

“… you told me that I’m the same person, then you pull that out?”

“It’s true from a psychological perspective. You define yourself and what matters. From a physiological perspective, congrats on a longer life, stronger muscles, more rapid healing, and an extremely active metabolism. You’ll probably feel like you’re 18 again after the change.” He put the blood sample into a centrifuge. “You are you and, to a degree, you just got a second chance to figure out what that means.”

“Are you also the town therapist?”

“I’m on the town mental health committee. Along with the Reverend, the Rabbi, the Imam, the bartenders, and the psychologist. We’re all qualified. And we’re working on getting the dispensary staff qualified as well. There’s some talk about incorporating us into the full moon festivals more closely.” He shrugged. “People cope in different ways. I feel like I’m a bit more at the edge than most, since I’m usually one of the first people on the scene when something goes wrong.”

“… alright, do you have any recommendations for me to deal with… all this? In a healthy way?”

“Figure out what you want. This place isn’t a prison. It’s a place for you to figure out who you are and how you feel about your changes. It’s not mandatory. The state continues to maintain your previous home, and there’s regular checks by police and inspectors. The average time spent here is less than 6 months. People who live here long term tend to fall into one of two categories. Dickheads, and people who want to help. If you want to get out, that’s easy. If you want to get out and be comfortable with you, work towards something. Treat this as a chance to improve.”

“What? This is werewolf college?”

“That’s not the worst comparison I’ve ever heard. And we do have a community college on site, a number of trade schools, and a bunch of social clubs. It’s aimed at giving you time to adjust. But you need to meet us halfway. And check in regularly. Worst thing for people’s mental health is being alone.”

“I’ll show up to the gym after I heal. I’m down for a little bodybuilding. Need to rebuild my body image anyway.”

“Alright. Now can you please swallow this and we can move onto the last part of this process.” The nurse said, handing her a glass of water and a pill.

She swallowed it, as the nurse looked at his watch.

“Ummm… this is a bit awkward, but what’s your name?” She asked a minute later.

“Steph.” The nurse said. “Alright you will feel some heat.”

“Excuse me?” Anna asked before gasping.

She felt a building pit of heat in her lower belly, slowly growing as her pulse quickened, the sound of blood rushing in her ears overpowering everything. Her muscles started twitching, contracting and expanding rhythmically, lines of fire building throughout her body across her muscle groups. The fires started to sink deeper and link up, slowly starting to fill into her muscles, the lines of fire building into a whole muscular burn that felt like a good workout.

It was… weirdly relaxing. Anna lay back, sort of enjoying the pain. It gradually faded and she felt… honestly pretty great. The pain in her muscles had faded entirely, and her joints were feeling pretty great. A rush of endorphins filled her brain and she giggled.

“I’m… feeling a bit floaty.”

“Good to hear. Any pain?”

“Nope… Just a bit hungry. What was that?”

“Small amount of locoweed and a couple stimulants. Your body reacts to the poison by shifting, at least normally. Since you can’t fully shift yet, it just stimulates your body to repair itself, which means a sudden endorphin rush when everything’s fixed. The soreness is how your body expects to react to muscle damage, but it’s mostly illusory, as long as you have enough protein to do the repairs.”

He noted down a few more things, then looked back up at her. “So, you’ll need to come back here next month so we can do your full measurements, be aware that your resistance to alcohol and other psychoactive drugs will have increased significantly so don’t try to drown your sorrows in booze, caffeine and chocolate are poisonous in ways that poorly interact with your lupine biology so shifting makes it worse, we have an emergency contraceptive clinic and injury triage in this building starting at 4 am until 7 am, and we strongly recommend getting an IUD implanted if you don’t have one already.”

He looked up. Anna was blinking at him, trying to process a rote series of orders that barely sounded like words anymore with the number of times they’d been spoken.

“Human IUD works on werewolves?” She asked.

“Yep, progesterone is common to most mammals, including werewolves.”

“I’m good then.”

“And you just moved in?” Steph asked. Anna nodded. “I’m going to recommend that you go to the buffet down the street. Get a very good meal. Give your body fuel to recharge and rebuild. Then go home, unpack your phone charger, get out enough clothes to be comfortable tonight and tomorrow, set up your mattress, and get to bed early. You’ve been through a lot. You’re going to go through a lot. This is not a sprint, you need to make sure that you’re as mentally stable as you are physically. Today is the first day of the rest of your life, and I hope I don’t need to see you again for a long time. That said, our doors are always open. Do you have any questions?”

“… nope.” Anna said, taking deep breaths, feeling her heart slowing, and mentally reviewing what had been said. “I’m going to go grab food.” She said, feeling her stomach now that she’d calmed down.

Steph gave her a packet with emergency contact details, different medical services, a basic educational flier, and a map to Wolfwood, pretty much freshman orientation to the town. Anna got up, her muscles happily singing about how good they felt, and she walked out of the building on slightly shaky legs.

Lewis was outside, doing pullups on a nearby set of poles. Anna looked at him for the first time. Tanned, over six feet tall, short black hair, tight workout clothes barely hiding his extremely built body. Anna wasn’t exactly good at estimating weights over 200 lbs of muscle but… that was a lot of work. Made sense if he was part of the bodybuilding club. Amazing lats, abs, and thighs from what she could see with a bulge that-

She blinked and shook her head, realizing that she was biting her lip hard enough to almost draw blood. Umm… he was hot.

“Hey!” He said, finishing his set and dropping to the ground, sweaty but perked up. “How are you feeling?”

Anna’s head was swimming in his scent. She blinked and tried to focus. “Good!” She barked. “Umm… doing better. Legs feel good. Erm… food?” She asked.

Lewis nodded and stretched, back and shoulders popping. His body rippled and he started growing taller. The shift started from his extremities, working inwards. His feet shifted first, his heels extending as his weight moved forward onto the balls of his feet. Anna noticed he was barefoot for the first time, as lethal looking claws extended out from his toes and black pads formed under his new paws, fur growing quickly. It spread up his legs and thighs, muscle redistributing, as the digitigrade like legs shifted, less muscular than human calves, more dependent on tendons and bone to keep everything in place.

His thighs swelled rapidly, dealing with his shifting mass, stretching his pants and outlining the baseballs and beer can between his legs. A tail started growing, pushing through a hole in the seat of his pants, rapidly fluffing up. Claws tipped his fingers as they shortened slightly, becoming closer to paws but maintaining most of their dexterity. His forearms lengthened and thinned, reaching close to his knees as he stood relaxed, letting the change wash over him.

A lot of the muscle shifted towards his torso and thighs, long corded muscle and tendons giving him a hungry predatory appearance, slowly losing the edge as he fluffed up, his loose shirt lifting on his larger pecs and back. His spine curved, forcing his neck forward on his thicker back, as his head narrowed and extended, muzzle growing out and fangs extending from his gums. He may not have become any heavier, but he was suddenly six inches taller and looked bulky, his fur barely hiding the thick corded muscle and near zero body fat, long arms and legs tipped with deadly claws, whipcord muscles and tendons clearly capable of a lot.

He groaned happily, complaining muscles rebuilt in seconds, and chuckled, deeper voice seemingly shaking Anna to her core.

“You’re drooling a bit. Guess you like this build?” He asked, pulling a pose that reached right into Anna’s core and pushed all the right buttons. He grinned, showing off his large fangs, then relaxed, mouth open, tongue hanging out, ears happy and alert on the top of his head.

His fur slowly grew in, covering him in a short black coat, similar to his human hair, a bit longer on the top of his head and thicker around lower belly, the rest unfortunately hidden by his shorts.

“Umm… is it that obvious?” She asked after a moment too long, his scent filling her head.

He sniffed the air, somewhat theatrically, and the beer can in his pants started pushing towards wine bottle. Anna started at it. “umm… how does that… like… fit in someone?”

“Well…” He murmured, walking towards her, potent masculinity filling her head. “Werewolves are good at rebuilding muscle. If you have a good partner… who knows how to train you… you’d be surprised… and if we ever go too far…. Well…” He was right next to her, she could feel his breath on her neck. She was shaking, head blank. “You can always shift and then we can really go to town.”

He sniffed again. “Umm… yellow light. Are you ok with this? I don’t know how you feel about public displays… or exhibitionism.” His shorts were painted around a thick pointed shaft. They were clearly custom made, and he clearly loved being able to show off. It nearly brushed the underside of her boobs as he stood over her. She blinked through his musk, trying to think.

“I… not usually. But fuck… this is hot. I think I want to… keep going” She murmured. “Can I-”

He put a finger on her lips. “No, we’re doing this my way. And you need food.” He said, slowly shifting back down. His dick shrank from lethal weapon to merely massive and intimidating. “But… if you want a kiss first… just to wet your appetite…”

He leaned in, and she eagerly kissed him, head suddenly awash in spice and musk. He was a good kisser, gently pulling her in, powerful enough to make her enjoy it, as she pressed into his cobblestone abs. She could taste him, salt and dripping masculinity. Pretty impressive with a muzzle…

He pulled back, and offered his hand. She groaned, wanting more, then took it. They set off together. She felt chilled after a few steps, and realized that his sweat had soaked into her shirt. She started giggling, his scent wafting up and turning her on, and also feeling gross and sweaty.

“What?”

“Your sweat.”

“Oh I know. I feel gross.” He said, looking down at himself.

“And you tried to turn me on?”

“Not… really? You looked absurdly turned on and I just… well… it’s always been something I’ve wanted to do…”

“How about we grab some food to go, we go back to… umm…”

“I’d love to go help you unpack from the move. You look like you could use some help.” Lewis said.

“You don’t need to.”

“I want to. You need support here.”

“That’s… really nice.” Anna said.

They walked together in silence for a minute.

“You know… you could have probably ordered me to bend over a park bench back there and I would have tried to take your coke bottle.” Anna said and Lewis jumped, his pants swelling again.

“Umm… thanks… I don’t… usually go that aggressive…”

“It was… unexpected. I liked it though. Maybe we should set some boundaries there. It’s a fine line between… confident and creepy. And calling yellow in the middle… umm… appreciate it… but really takes me out of the fantasy.”

“That is fair.” He said as they reached the buffet. He opened the door for her, flashed a card at a scanner, and grabbed a couple to-go … fish tanks. That was probably the best way to describe them. Plastic boxes large enough to feed most of a family.

The buffet was extremely direct. Lots of simple pastas, rices, bulk cooked proteins, and trays of vegetables and fruits. Maximum calories and nutrition, minimum cost to prepare. A sauce trolley offered some variety in what was probably a pretty repetitive diet.

Lewis filled his tank expertly, layering the food so that it looked slightly less sad. It reminded Anna of what she did with leftover Chinese food, and she took a similar approach.

A few minutes later, they were back at her place trying to work around a mountain of boxes. Lewis looked around, sniffing the air. Concentrating, he opened a few boxes, finding shower supplies, some utensils, stuff for the shower, and stuff for the bed. The remainder were quickly reconfigured into a temporary couch. Not much give though. Anna may have used him as cushion. Not any softer, but… he felt really nice and comforting.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, as he munched on the food, both of them watching something stupid on a propped up phone.

“Overwhelmed. … hopeful I guess? Thanks for… all the help today.”

“I’m just glad you’re not injured. Well… more seriously injured. Shifting really helps deal with routine stuff, but people can get stupid if they think they can do whatever and be totally fine. Good to see you’re listening to your appetite.”

Most of the tank was already finished. Anna didn’t realize how starving she had been, mechanically moving food from the container to her mouth as an apparently endless void was in her stomach.

“Are you always this hungry?” She asked, after a long drink of water.

“Pretty close. Shifting takes a lot of calories to maintain. It’s not quite effortless abs, but… hey, the summers around here look great.”

She laughed. Leaning against him. “… You still feel gross.”

“… yeah, this was hot for exactly as long as it took me to say yellow.” He admitted, smelling himself.

She stood up, stretched, showing off her chest and shoulders, and then pulled off her top. “Well… I need to take a shower after today… if you want to join… feel free.” She said, tossing the shirt into a corner. He stared then got up and hurriedly followed. His shirt hit the wall a few moments later.

Anna paused at the door to the shower, as Lewis caught up. He reached around from behind and pulled her in close, gently kissing her neck. She slowly turned around, he kept hugging her close, and she buried her head in the valley formed by his pecs, her chest pressing into his abs, hands carefully unhooking her bra. She pulled it off, and undid her belt and pants, as he pulled them down, slowly kissing his way down her body. She stepped out of her clothes, loving being naked in front of a hot capable man, as he stayed crouched, nose twitching as he stared at her.

“Now… isn’t there someone you want to introduce me to?” She asked. He started and eagerly pulled off his pants. She blinked. “Umm… is every werewolf that… umm… big?” She asked. Beer can wasn’t exactly as bad a descriptor as she had expected and it looked mostly soft.

He blushed. “It’s a bit of a feedback loop. Working out stimulates testosterone production. Shifting repairs and strengthens soft tissue. It’s why you don’t get stretch marks from all the muscle changes. Umm… I am a bit bigger than most though.” He winced as it hardened. If he wasn’t a full foot long, he was more believable than Subway. “It’s a bit much to be honest…”

“Well… I’ve never really thought of myself as a size queen, but let’s see what we can do…” She knelt down and murmured into his ear. She pulled him up and looked into his eyes. “Mind if I touch you?” She asked. He nodded, and she gently stroked the hard length, then led him by the dick into the shower.

The shower cubicle was small enough that attempts at sexy time were limited to snuggling, but the hot water and comforting presence were definitely… nice. Some kissing. Some dripping. A lot of fondling. They got out of the shower and dried off, before moving to the bedroom.

Anna felt her stomach knotting as she looked at the fist-thick shaft, tennis balls, and dripping head as he lay back on the bed. “umm… you want to be on top?” He offered.

She’d played with some pretty big things before. But it had always been… working up to that size. Small toys, gentle fondling, slowly adding more until she was stretched out enough to have fun for a bit. She… didn’t feel like this was the right mood for that. Lewis was almost ready to blow, thighs shaking as he laid back.

She nodded, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as she slowly positioned herself above him, and lowered herself. It was like sitting on a bike seat. A bit uncomfortable, but it wasn’t going inside anything. “… you know… I think I’m probably going to need to work on this like I need to work on working out. You’re… seriously huge.”

He sighed and nodded, then sat up, ready to leave.

“Hey, bitch, that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of here. You’re still hot, we can still have fun, but it’s just going to take a bit more effort.”

Anna sniffed and made her way over to a sealed container, ripping it open, before pulling out three things. “I meant to get abs and glutes in today.” She said, pulling on a strap on and a much more reasonable sized dildo. The other end nestled easily into her dripping slit, pressing against her clit.

“You ever been topped by a horny werewolf wearing a strap on?”

He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She murmured, pulling out a nitrile glove and lubing it up. “And I’ll make sure you know how to properly stretch someone for next time.” The hulking bodybuilder looked torn between terror and horny need, but rolled over, ass up in the air.

“Yellow, you ok with this?”

“Umm… this is hot. I… yeah. I think I gave up a bit too easily. Thanks… please show me…” he said, rolling over and putting his head into the pillow.

“That’s how I feel.” Anna said. “And don’t worry, we can both work towards taking something as amazing as your dick. But I will need to order a fair few new toys.” She slowly rubbed his asshole, letting it relax, pushing into the middle with two fingers.

He was tight. Definitely anxious. She slowly kept playing, gently moving deeper until she could feel a small doughnut shaped dent in the muscular wall. He gasped loudly, dripping onto the bed. She grabbed a towel with a foot and pulled it towards her, putting it on the bed, as his ass relaxed enough to actually let her move again.

“You ok cutie?” She asked, gently rubbing his glutes. After a few more seconds, he nodded. She started again, slowly rubbing in a circle, paying attention to his moans, backing off as he got louder, until she was ready to really play with him. She slowly moved towards his prostate, rubbing it as she started to feel it swell, listening to him moan faster, rocking against her hand, as she added another finger, all three circling as his prostate surged against her hand and he cried out. He sprayed the towel, gasping, as his strong internal muscles milked her fingers.

“And that is orgasm 1. Let’s see how far we can go.” She said smugly. Then pulled her hand out of him and repositioned for a long fun session.