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The relative coolness of the air hit Dorian's skin as he climbed out of the pool. The scent of chlorine filled the air, long familiar to him. Stretching as he stood in the tiles, he groaned. Walking over to the benches, Dorian picked up his towel, wrapping it around him. His fingers ran through his short red hair, pushing it back. He hated this part, the cold before hitting the relative warmth of the locker room. Ah well, it beat walking out into the world with water on his skin. He walked out of the pool room, nodding to the receptionist Erik. The slender lanky man nodded back, ice blue eyes warm. "Have a good swim?" Dorian nodded and grinned. "You know it." Waving at the other male, he made his way towards the locker room.

With a squeak, Owen shut the water off in the shower and grabbed his towel, throwing it around his thin waist. He had recently taken up swimming amongst other things to try and pack a bit more meat onto his lithe frame. Since he liked being in the water anyway, it worked out well for him. As he walked out into the locker room, he grabbed the rest of his stuff and took a sip of water from his water bottle, before immediately regretting filling it up from the water fountain, which seemed to have had a broken filter that day.

It was fairly early, so there weren't many people at all, the only other person tossing a glance back at him as they left.

Dorian walked into the locker room, grumbling softly at the cold. There was only one other person there, a shorter man. He mentally shrugged, wrapping the towel a bit tighter to avoid any accidents with gravity. Not that he was ashamed of his body, just that most people wouldn't take to kindly to a naked man there. Reaching between the swim suit and the towel, he started pulling it down, just as he sat down on the bench running between two of the rows of lockers. Dorian look a look out of the corner of his eye at the other man. Shorter, leaner... but he was here so maybe he wanted to change that. Shrugging, he opened his bottle of water and took a sip, grimacing at the taste. "Ugh, what the crap?"

Owen looked up at the other man as they spoke, but then looked back away, hoping to avoid an awkward situation, seeing as it was just the two of them.

Still a bit self-conscious, Owen moved a bit away, out of sight of the other man after removing his belongings from his locker. In the early mornings it was easier to get away from others. Water continued to drip down his fairly hairless body, now riddled with goosebumps from the cold.

Just then, a chill passed through him, completely different from the cool air. Somewhat queasy, he sat back down, digging his clothes up from his bag.

*Dorian grimaced as a queasy feeling hit him as well as a rising headache. Shaking his head slowly the headache seemed to worsen. Placing his head in his hands, he groaned. Something was very wrong. *

He shuddered, starting to shake as a feeling of cold hit him strongly. It seemed to seep into his bones, seeming almost impossible to get warm. It didn't come from the air at all. He looked up, seeing the other man shiver slightly as he rummaged through his bag.

Midway through pulling out a shirt, a thousand pin pricks ran up Owen's back, causing him to tense up, dropping the clothing. Concern burst into his mind and he rubbed at the top of his spine, where the sensation propagated to. But just touching it caused a flare of itchiness to blossom beneath his fingers and before he knew it, he was scratching at his back in a frenzy. Like some massive mosquito bite, the more he scratched, the more it itched, spreading everywhere.

Eventually, his fingers began to encounter resistance. No longer was his skin completely smooth, but it felt rough in the oddest way. Worried, Owen looked around, unsure why, until he calmed down enough to realize he needed a mirror.

Jumping to his feet, he didn't even make one step before his legs seized, as if he had flexed them involuntarily. The abrupt tension caused him to topple over, barely grabbing the bench in time.

Dorian looked up as the other man began scratching at his back, gently at first but then furiously. The pressure in his head decreased a little as he watched. The shorter man's legs seemed to buckle. Dorian's hand reached out but thankfully the other man had grabbed the bench. He looked straight into his light brown eyes. "Are you alright?" His voice quavered a little from both the receding queasiness and the pounding in his head, but despite that, he could tell the smaller man was attractive.

With a groan, the pounding in his head doubled, and he bent over himself until it went away. Panting, Dorian raised his head out of his hands again, wondering what the hell was going on.

At the sound of the other voice, Owen, looked up. Between the crawling sensation running all over his skin and the burning in his thighs, he hadn't caught what they were saying.

"Everything's fine, I'm o-" he was cut off as the prickly itch expanded into his already burning legs. Confused and in mild pain, Owen attempted to get away from the other man to remove his towel, but in no time, he couldn't bear it and yanked the fabric off to see thick dark hairs bursting from his thin thighs like a field of grass growing in time lapse. However, those leg muscles weren't thin for long as they bulged out, becoming more sinuous by the second.

*Dorian's mouth dropped open as he saw the dark hairs beginning to cover the other man's thighs. Blinking, the pounding in his head vanished as did the queasiness. Part of him wanted to reach out to rub the hairs, feel them in his hand as the thighs swelled. "Are you seeing this?" *

His voice was a mix of both awe and questioning his sanity because there was no way this could be happening. Yet... he didn't truly mind. He blushed, feeling blood pooling south. Why did this turn him on?

Owen heard the question, but didn't respond, instead staring at his legs in mesmerized shock. The flood of hair across his leg seemed to come in waves, each time increasing the density of both hair and muscle until he could no longer see the skin underneath the thick coat of hair. When it passed his knees, he lurched forward. The bones made audible creaks as they equalized in length, shifting his posture. His feet stretched, heel advancing up to match his femur and tibia.

"Wha- what's going on?" Owen cried out, alarmed. By now, his rear was positioned upward, the surge of muscle propelling it into the air. As the hairs emerging from his skin nearly encased both legs, his lengthening feet stepped back, the sole of his foot expanding as skin conglomerated, becoming tough and dark.

**Dorian didn't answer at all, he just watched as the hairs covered the other man's legs. Gulping, he saw the length of the limbs change, looking more inhuman. The other man looked like something out of a Greek myth. He seemed to grow a little taller, and Dorian blinked. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but something else stopped him.

He could see the other man's balls swell slightly, the hairless sack sprouting hair just as thick as the hair on his leg. He reached out, the towel around his waist falling to the floor as part of him wanted to desperately touch that hair. Dorian had no idea why, just that he needed it to happen.**

_The toughening skin soon bulged out a bit, forming pads. Likewise, his toes grew large, sharp wicked claws forming from his toenails' keratin. In no time, Owen was standing atop fully lupine legs, thickly furred and rippling with muscle.

As the transformation completed in his legs, Owen calmed down slightly. Though his legs were no longer consumed by the heat and tingle of change, they still felt wrong. He attempted to stand back up nervously. Instead of standing, he threw himself onto his back as his legs surged with strength he didn't know he now possessed.

With a thud, he landed supine, right below the other man, whose hand was slightly outstretched. There was no time for Owen to ask what he was doing, or get away when a sharp chill shot through his groin, followed by a thousand electric shocks that exploded across his most sensitive parts._

**Dorian just stared as the other man's legs looked more inhuman by the second. With a sudden burst of clarity, he recognized what the shorter man was becoming. But... that couldn't be possible, right?

The transforming man was on his back now, panting and as Dorian watched, things started to look even more odd. Black hair, no... fur began to sprout on the man's foreskin. Dorian went down to his knees beside the other as a light flush formed on his cheeks. Did... that feel good?

As he continued to watch, the slowly furring over tube of flesh began to attach to his abdomen. The pubic hairs straightened out and seemingly looked softer. Dorian saw the other man panting and his hands clenching and unclenching. The forming sheath slid down, revealing his shaft, still untouched for now. Something about that must have felt good, for pre was slowly dripping from it to land in the fur.**

A plethora of sensation stormed through Owen's mind, and his whole body tensed. The most frightening and confusing part was that it didn't hurt in the slightest. Forgetting his audience, Owen watched, stunned at his groin's transformation. He was appalled. Worse, he had no idea what to do, despite his desperation. But worst of all, his body reacted on its own, blind to his fears.

Completely flustered, Owen reached down without thinking and tried to hide the shaft that had slowly reddened to a bright blood red, veins crisscrossing its slick surface. The second he yanked on the soft sheath, he winced and let go, not from pain, but shock at how intensely pleasurable it felt to touch himself. All the while, the march of hair had continued, and like a snaking tentacle, had extended up his abdomen, creating a thick black treasure trail.

Owen could barely take cope his brain finally recognized his legs as canine. The chaos had begun to wear down on his mind, and a headache swirled about, throbbing with every heartbeat that caused his large, leaking cock to jump.

*Dorian continued to watch, partly amazed as the other man seemed lost in the sensations filling him. His own shaft was hard and he had absolutely no idea why. Under his gaze, he could see the other' male shaft begin to change: the skin color darkened, turning redder and redder. It seemed to swell as well, beginning to fill out the sheath. *

The low, almost involuntary groan that came from the transforming male sent a jolt through his body. The hand pulled back, trailing up that thick black treasure trail of fur. Dorian saw a curious glint in the other's eye at that. A strange scent started to fill the air as well, not unpleasant, both men's noses flaring. Neither of them knew it, but that was the scent of the rising wolf that was slowly being born in the dark haired man.

Dorian found himself entranced, and almost without his control, found himself rubbing the thick trail of hair leading up to the man's groin, the divide between human and animal seeming more arousing by the second, especially the animal side. What was happening to him, he wondered. Why did it make him feel this way?

Owen wanted to cry out as the other man's hand suddenly pressed into the hair on his abdomen. His whole body twitched, closing in on the touch that emphasized just how real it all was. The large paws hanging in the air kicked as the fingers pushed through the hair, tickling his core.

"What are you doing?" Owen exclaimed at last. Though he was aghast, it didn't cross his mind to stop the stranger. A tension buzzed to life like some invisible boundary which made Owen's heart race even more whenever that hand crept closer to his foreign phallus, still growing and thickening. Perhaps it was apprehension, but maybe, it was anticipation.

Dorian didn't respond, as if something was directing him. His hand crept further and further down, rubbing through the fur even as his head lowered as well. He found his nose buried in the fur near the changing man's thighs. He sniffed, eyes rolling back in his head as that spicy smell hit him again but more concentrated. Almost against his will, his head moved closer to that inhuman shaft as he found that parts of him WANTED what he was about to do. As he opened he mouth, his gray eyes locked onto the brown eyes of the man he was about to suck off. He leaned in, slowly taking the male into his mouth.

The taste... The TASTE! He growled softly around the cock that now filled his mouth. It was intoxicating! More of him wanted this now, this other part seemingly more animalistic and bestial. He started to welcome that part of him as he gently rubbed the man's knot and furred testicles. The sack grew even more fur, the paling skin vanishing under the dark fur. Dorian's eyes rolled back in his head... Yes... just how a wolf should taste...

There was no way Owen could have predicted what would happen next as those gray eyes looked into his. In them, a hint of primal intensity. Though it was obvious what was happening, Owen simply couldn't comprehend it at the moment. Not until his crimson rod was suddenly hidden inside the other man's mouth did he react, involuntarily letting out a shuddering moan.

"No! What? What are doing? St - Sto... ahh..." Owen meekly pushed at the stranger's head in bewildered disbelief, but the force was weak, amounting to nothing more than him petting the man now fondling his newly canine bits. Now so focused, the progress of fur along his body went unnoticed, including the prickle at the base of his spine.

Dorian ignored the man's pleas to stop, as half-hearted as they were. At least, that's what it looked like on the surface. In his mind Dorian was screaming. Ordinarily he would have loved what he was doing; but his mind was increasingly animal, he was fighting to retain those pieces of humanity left. Part of him was intrigued though, to see where this was going.

Dorian felt the growth of the man's tail, one hand moving to rub it as it sprouted fur. His eyes trailed up, seeing the look of mounting pleasure on the others face, his hair seeming softer and softer. He pulled off that enticing shaft, sliding up the half canine form and nestled between the canine legs. His hands reached out, rubbing the man's dark hair as it softened more and more. What else had softened into fur?

A shock rippled up Owen's spine as the hand roved behind to contact the bundle of nerves from his forming tail. The completely unexpected and foreign sensation startled but also notified him of how quickly he was changing. Coarse, dark hairs that once made up his head began to narrow while more sprouted, creating a dense, glossy coat across his scalp.

Owen attempts to understand the situation, were foiled by the sheer barrage of sensation subduing him. It was progressively more difficult to remember why he was so distressed between the oral attention and the stroking on his head. His humanity was rapidly diminishing and in its stead, the feeling of being touched escalated. As if his whole body was craving contact, the changes advanced even faster, the soft fur soon covered by a coat of guard hairs.

Dorian whimpered softly, feeling his mind alter further as he rubbed the now fur on the man's head. He gently and slowly lifted the man's arms up over his head, growling like an animal as the man's armpits came into view, as well as the steadily increasing hair/fur there. Pre spurted from his cock over the man's fur. His mind was reeling, the animal part of the man he was lying on was far more attractive than the human side. Finally, he realized why this was: his mind was almost fully animal. Dorian opened his mouth to speak but stilled. No breathing, no movement. Owen could see it easily as Dorian's gray eyes began to lighten, turning gold as the last human parts of his mind turned.

Dorian growled, animal desires and needs now in control of him. His memories were still intact, just no human morals remained, nor did speech or the ability to stand upright. He buried his face into the man's pits, sniffing like the wolf he wanted to be. He could smell the animal buried in the human, growling happily in appreciation. He slowly slid down, nuzzling at the furry balls, before the dark entrance was visible. Growling, he dove in, licking and lapping. No doubt the feeling was intense and pleasurable to the not-fully-wolf beneath him, given the noises that were being made. The Beta was almost ready, he thought.

Increasingly, Owen was relegated to a mere observer. The horny man before him took control, admiring his changing form, to Owen's continued shock. Despite the muscles across his altered body twitching with bursts of unrestrained strength, Owen still felt powerless. His abdomen and chest flexed reflexively as muscle definition emerged from the once scrawny frame, now dotted with the man's pre. At the same time, however, the man pet him, lighting up the nerves connected to each sensitive strand of fur, treating Owen like nothing more than an object of desire, something to please his inexplicably mounting arousal. Humiliated and unnerved, Owen intended to push him away, but before he realized it, his arms were pulled up with an intense care that rendered him ironically incapable of fighting back. Immediately, Owen tried justifying this, desperate to believe that he still possessed authority over his own body. There was no mistaking the sheer power he was gaining, and if he wasn't careful, he might hurt the other person. Surely, that was the reason he wasn't fighting back.

A disturbingly inhuman growl snapped Owen from his frantic thoughts, but despite his laughably absurd, bestial appearance - the large, sinewy wolf from the torso down, and a fairly lean human, for the moment, above - the man seemed to be the true beast. With a mixture of terrible anticipation and frightened fascination, Owen didn't look away as the humanity in the man, if that was even an appropriate term for them anymore, faded. The moment was locked in his mind: all movements losing hesitation, whatever remained of internal restraint dissolving, and most clear of all, the spark of rationality drowning in the pools of gold that flooded across the gray irises.

A shiver spiked the fur sprouting over Owen's dense core as the two remained motionless. The brief pause broke when smooth skin collided with the bushel of thick hair that filled his armpit, far more than he ever had. An urge to laugh buzzed through him as the nose prodded deep into the pit, brushing aside the fuzz and drawing in the hairs with rapid inhalations. Instead of laughing, his blood red cock strained painfully. An intense pressure seized his loins, and Owen's vision blurred, brain aching for a moment. The feral human, transitioned from digging under his arm to trail along his furry torso. For a second, Owen's heart hammered enough to grab his attention as they neared his throbbing shaft, scaring Owen with the realization of how much his body craved that contact. However, the lusty man moved on until their nose jostled his heavy testicles affectionately, sending another aching wave of need rocking over his body.

Owen was hopeless. He didn't dare touch himself, horrified at the idea, but his whole body screamed for it, hoping for more than just teasing caresses. Suddenly, a warm, wet tongue tugged around Owen's puckered ring of muscle, forcing an inhumanly whiny moan out of him. Right after, Owen screwed his face up, bewildered at the sound he had just made, but the expression dissolved as it came again and again, a flurry of sensation assaulting his clenching backdoor. Every lick bolted through his mind, scrambling his thoughts with an indescribable pleasure. If he could, Owen would have wondered why it was this that drove his mind over the edge.

His body felt wrong. Where was his fur, his claws, his tail, his knot? A low displeased growl left him as he kept lapping at the entrance of the almost-wolf beneath him. The werewolf, for that's what he knew he was now, made sure his Beta knew that it wasn't him that caused his displeasure by gently nuzzling the furred haunches. He pulled back, sitting on his haunches like a proper wolf, despite his anatomy, panting and taking in the sight of his Beta.

He moved forward, sniffing, nuzzling and licking at the almost-wolf's steadily furring underarms once again. The scent of this wolf... it drove him wild! Pre spurted from his cock, dripping onto the black fur of his Beta. He lay on his Beta and in an almost human act, ground his cock against the proper wolf shaft that his Beta sported. He wanted his own, not this meager human tool he still sported. Dorian pulled back again, standing on all fours. Gently, he butted his head at the furred haunches, telling his Beta to roll over.

Owen could barely pay attention to the animalistic noises coming from below him, rather his mind lingered between the attention he was receiving and his body trembling as his rib cage pushed out more, emphasizing his hardened chest as the sheen of black fur swept over it.

When they finally stopped, Owen was met with the awkward sight of a human trying to sit, he realized in dismay, like he already could. Looking away from them then, Owen couldn't help glancing helplessly at his large furry paws.

_Against his will, but beginning to question what his will was, Owen found his armpit once again _

explored by the eagerly sniffing feral human, shoving into the increasingly dense hair as the arm grew, muscles enlarging in tandem. It tickled, the sensation sending his mind reeling more than it had the first time around. Owen blushed furiously, wondering to himself what exactly he smelled like.

When at last they broke free from his arm, Owen sighed with relief, slightly tinged with disappointment. As they laid atop him, Owen gulped, nervously awaiting whatever they planned to use him for next. At the first contact against his nethers, Owen yelped. Though their cock was already somewhat slick with pre, his own, large red dick was completely dry. As it shoved into him, he wanted to cry out from the electric friction blazing across the veiny surface.

"G-Gah! Hnn...!" Owen moaned out, unable to articulate the half-formed pleas he wanted to say. Through squinted eyes, he looked down. Below the glazed gaze of the human grinding against him, there was just the bulky body of a wolf. What made it worse was the sight of the smaller human dick shoving repeatedly against his impressive length, rendering him frozen in consuming gratification. This humiliated him even more.

After they pulled away, Owen's initially clean but aching cock was now coated in a sticky sheen of pre, both human and his own. He was jerking, still relishing in the lingering feelings with lusty panting. It was all too much. The bestial man nudged at him and he got the sense that they wanted something. Regardless of him not understanding, Owen refused to comply in a bout of resistance. Minutes ago, he was a straight, lithe man, and now he was nearly completely a menacing wolf, undeniably craving the touch of another man, in spite of his reservations.

A low burbling snarl left Dorian's mouth, lips pulled back from his teeth. They looked sharper as the completely inhuman sound reverberated through the room. The Beta was refusing to do what his Alpha was telling him as a sense of power and strength began to fill the still human body of the Alpha. Low pulsing waves of heat filled him, centered mainly on his hips and lower spine.

A series of low grating crunches filled the room, the Alpha growling as his stance changed. It was feeling better and better being on all fours, as if his body was adapting to what his mind had become. His spine began to extend, the growing tail arching up as the hair at the base of his spine rushed over the growth and started to cover it. The Alpha moved forward, plopping himself down on the still shifting body beneath him, his balls getting rubbed by the slowly sprouting fur.

His cock brushed the hairless chin of his Beta, and he moved forward, the leaking tip brushing the man's nose. Pre leaked out, still human in scent and every way that mattered. The pulses returned, centered on his balls now. No doubt the Beta could feel them swell gently against his furring chest, the hair on them slowly thickening as well. That pulsing feeling ran up the inside of the Alpha's cock, the seed changing as it dripped onto the Beta's nose. A good portion slipped down to his mouth. The Alpha growled, pleased that the scent of his arousal was right where it needed to be. He pulled back, moving down on increasingly feral legs. No fur was sprouting yet, which puzzled him briefly, before the overriding thought hit him: NEED TO ASSERT DOMINANCE!

Dorian's mouth opened and then clamped down on Owen's completely lupine ankle, tugging hard. He heard a yelp as the unruly Beta was forced on his side from the tugging. The Alpha let go, moving to the side and nudging hard with his face. Slowly but surely, the Beta was ending up on all fours, like a proper wolf. A distinctly human thought ran through the Alpha's mind, a memory: he liked being in the Beta's position, feeling a dick poking and prodding before spreading him wide. The Alpha shook his head, he was dominant!

Apparently, no was not an option. Owen shrank back as the feral human snarled at him, dripping anger. The sight was beyond disturbing: it stilled him with a stiff fear, and he felt the need to look away. As he did so, he nearly missed the changes that overtook them, finally twisting the body to match the mind which controlled it. Slipping onto all fours and more canine by the second, they advanced towards him. It wasn't until the mushroom head poked his chin did Owen anxiously gulp, wondering what would happen next with bated breath. As if in slow motion, the tip crept closer up his head, pausing at his nose which involuntarily twitched at the faint contact. Pre was now dripping onto it, giving the impression of a runny nose. On his chest, he could feel just the bottom of their sac brushing his fur, but soon, the two fuzzed orbs sagged down more as they gained diameter, dropping down onto his chest.

Throughout the whole thing, greater amounts of cock juices had been leaking onto Owen's face, reaching even to his mouth. With every passing moment, a curiosity had been snaking its way into his mind, stealthy and unnoticed. Despite his closed mouth, he could smell, and taste the other man's sexual fluids, and as it kept dribbling onto him, he wondered just what it tasted like from the source. His lips parted ever so slightly before a realization slammed into him like a train.

All this time he had been changing, the other man was untouched, physically, but had long since lost their mind. Now, their body was also becoming more wolf like, so that meant... Owen began to hyperventilate as the truth sunk in. This wasn't helping his case, as the pre seeped into his mouth, and for a fleeting moment, he thought that he could taste his Alpha.

Suddenly, the slowly changing human backed off and bit onto his ankle. It didn't really hurt, but it surprised Owen enough to make him give a sharp, inhuman cry. The grip on his ankle then forced him onto his side. Perplexed, Owen was trying to figure out what they wanted when their head rolled him onto his front, squashing his erect canine rod onto the ground as his back legs splayed out underneath him. Owen's arms shifted at the opportune moment, bones reshaping to more fit a quadruped while the muscles became denser. There was very little left of the human Owen once was, and the terror ran rampant through his mind. He was scared. He wanted someone to help him feel safe. Someone strong and powerful. His thoughts naturally, though unintentionally, drifted to the creature behind him.

The Alpha walked forward, nuzzling his Beta face. He could smell the fear coming from him, wanting and needing to assuage those emotions. He lapped at the not-yet-wolf's face, nuzzling again. Once again, human memories flooded through the Alpha's mind, memories of his first time. The man he was with had been kind and gentle as he slowly pushed into Dorian. That didn't feel right at all to him, he was Alpha! Only if he chose would the Beta have the honor of mounting him. His gold eyes gleamed, overriding urges flooding him. He needed to assert his dominance over his Beta.

The beast moved behind the almost fully shifted human before burying his face under the raised tail. He could feel the fur on his face, lapping at his Beta's entrance again and again. The low needy whines came again, still human sounding. He pulled back, blinking as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Looking that way, he saw a mirror, the reflection of his Beta and his own mostly human form clearly visible. He nudged the Beta in that direction, seeing his eyes open wide at the sight. Growling happily, he finally mounted his Beta. Another human thought hit him, when he was human again, would this dynamic still remain? He shook that off, grinding his turgid cock against the fur. Both could see the tip of the Alpha's shaft above the other's tail before he pulled back.

Dorian drooled, wondering how his Beta would feel around him. Gently, he started prodding his mushroom shaped tip around before finding his target, an area not covered by fur, hotter than the rest. With another growl, he started pushing, feeling the Beta starting to open to him and in a moment, the heat of his Beta's body gripped his tip. The beast's mouth dropped open, starting to push the rest of his shaft into the wolf beneath him, only stopping when the reddish curls around his groin rubbed the fur of his Beta's rear.

To his surprise, Owen found himself seemingly comforted by the feral human. As awkward as it was to be licked like that, a calm warmth settled Owen down, and he found himself gazing expectantly into their twinkling gaze.

_He received no reply. Instead, they backed off, circling around him. With a sharp, muted yelp, Owen was inundated with the feeling of that warm tongue slurping at his puckered entrance again, as the sensitive base of his tail was roughly nudged out of the way. Like puppet strings, each blaze of sensation carried along his nerves forced a lusty whine from his lips. Owen couldn't comprehend why it felt so amazing but he was quickly lost under the dopamine filling his thoughts. Even as the rimming stopped, the tight ring of muscle continued to twitch desperately in its absence. Meanwhile, his large pulsating rod spasmed, spitting pre onto his furry belly. _

Essentially drugged, Owen moved automatically at the suggesting nudges. It was only when his own reflection came into focus that he toppled from his high, plummeting back to reality.

With a clear view of himself, he could see that all that remained of him was his face. He hadn't even noticed as the changes warped his now canine paws. His neck was thick, made even more so by the mane of dark fur. Owen stared incredulously at what was left, until movement caught his eye. Flicking his tail out of the way (an entirely alien motion that seemed far too instinctual) his eyes alighted upon the human cock poised beside his rear. Somehow, his already wide eyes opened farther. At the same time, however, his dick throbbed and drooled. The feral human took ahold of him in on either side, and despite the laughable disparity between Owen's bulk and the comparatively puny half-human, Owen was fearful beyond anything he could imagine.

The eager human penis ground against his rear, tickling his fur and sending his heart hammering in anticipation. His massive body quivered every time that tip encroached upon his clenching hole. When the contact vanished, Owen knew that the moment he had been dreading but aching for was about to happen.

Owen was straight; he wasn't into these things! Hot pokes blurred his thoughts as the shaft behind him sought his entrance. He liked girls, women, and he was a human male! Desperately, Owen willed up the images of every girl he ever liked, every moment he stole fleeting glances at that buxom woman down the street, every girl he was ever with.

The lightest touch of that rounded tip on his anus sent Owen's mind scattering as the rush of need overwhelmed him. Owen squeezed his anus shut in frenzied defiance, holding onto these last images. Despite the vice on it, the dick pushed on, snaking into Owen. His breathing sped up as the female images he had thought up to guard him were literally pushed from his mind. The cock slipped in farther, slowly and literally filling Owen with bliss.

Owen had long since shut his eyes from the scene but this only made everything more real and focused. It was like he could see his furry cheeks parted, the puckered lips of his anal ring separating as the dick flesh gradually sank into him.

Girls! The thought screamed free into Owen's mind but at that moment he didn't even remember what a human looked like. Like throwing a stone into a pond the silly attempt rippled out until it faded, leaving the crystal clear image of himself being taken, mounted, mated with. He could hear the growls of his Alpha, dominating him. It felt perfect. It felt right.

The resistance crumbled away entirely, allowing that phallus to dive all the way to the hilt. As it jammed in, Owen let out an orgasmic moan, mouth gaping wide, teeth sharpening and tongue flapping out, sending out spittle.

Why did he stop?

The nearly unrecognizable Owen looked back with his wolf-like face, meeting his Alpha's own golden gaze with his own. He bowed down, whining pleadingly and wagging his rear to get the cock inside him to roll around his anal passage.

He needed more.

*The Alpha growled, feeling the warmth of his Beta's body around him. He looked down, seeing the panic and something else fade from the slowly lightening eyes. The human was almost gone, he thought, seeing the sharp teeth and long tongue. *

He could feel his arms burning with a gentle heat, the muscles and bones beginning to alter. His fingers began to shrink, turning stubby as pads began forming on his palms. His nails attached to the shrinking bones and began to stretch longer. His shoulder joints crunched, altering into a more quadrupedal stance to match his legs and hips. No fur sprouted on him yet, drawing a growl from him. He hated seeing his skin, he wanted his fur pelt.

He started pulling back until only the tip of his cock was inside, hearing a still human needy whine from the one beneath him. He slowly pushed back in, the irresistible heat surrounding him again. His Beta was speaking, the Alpha knew that but the words didn't matter. All that mattered was that in the middle of one word growls took over, followed by a splattering sound as human smelling seed hit the floor. Looking in the reflection, the once dark brown eyes of his Beta were now golden as his nose turned up and began to darken. No doubt his mind had fallen to the animal as Dorian's did.

Looking down past his slowly barreling chest, he could see his cock pushing in and out of the wolf beneath him. Why wasn't it turning? His tail thrashed angrily, the reddish and black fur on it thickening.

The shifting body behind him only increased the levels of content rattling through Owen's body. As the tip withdrew, it pulled along his rectum, yanking away the last of Owen's humanity in a arousingly pleasing tugging. Yet, it wasn't perfect. Not that he could possibly know, the horny wolf still felt as though something wasn't right with the ploughing of his arse. His Alpha should be bigger, more forceful, he reasoned blankly.

Though it was only a few seconds at a time, time dragged painfully longer every moment his backdoor was empty and Owen voiced this with incoherent animalistic noises. In response, the tip split open the ring of muscle and pushed its way back into his inviting rear. Every subsequent invasion was even better than the one preceding. With a brief shudder, Owen unceremoniously blasted a load underneath them, gobs of whatever human seed remained exiting from his lupine body. His knot swelled as waves of numbing euphoria washed over him, but it wasn't enough. Jumbled words randomly tumbled from Owen's contorting lips as his mind reeled from pleasure. However, the semblance of language was rapidly extinguished as his mouth completely reformed, nose drawing his face out longer into a muzzle which snapped hungrily.

Immediately, he came to recognize his Alpha mounting him, physical scent still off. It didn't matter, though. He could smell the impending correction with every thrust into him.

*Dorian drooled onto the wolf beneath him, feeling his body contort more and more as his feet cracked, the bones both lengthening and shrinking as they took on an inhuman shape. Claws pushed through his nails, scraping at the tiled floor. The Alpha thrust into his Beta again, feeling that furry body rub against him which only deepened his craving for his own fur and cock to turn. *

The reddish curls around his groin began to soften, straightening out as well. Some darkened to a black while others remained red. With an almost human sounding groan, the hair on his lower legs thickened, softening into fur. The proportion of red to black stayed the same, slowly covering the thinning lower digit. The growing fur rubs against your coat and Dorian's completely wolven mind reveled in the feeling. He was starting to gain his coat with each slow thrust into his Beta. A loud pleasured growl left his lips, causing the wolf below him to wonder what had caused that, but he soon found out.

The Alpha's eyes fluttered closed, feeling something form inside his cock, making him harder than he was before. The forming penile bone bulged the flesh of his cock as it slowly turned red and began to swell thicker.

A rush of excitement charged up the Beta wolf, manifesting from the changes taking ahold of the soon-to-be-wolf ploughing him. Despite having already coated the cold floor with the vestiges of his human seed, the bright red cock was more strained than ever, bloated and flicking pre in sync with the thrusting in his anus.

When a growl rumbled over his back, the Beta was perplexed for a moment, until sharp pressure began to press against his inner walls, multiplying the friction burning against him. There was an indescribable perfection in feeling himself filled ever increasingly by his Alpha; a sublime sensation as it drove in deeper than before.

This was it, this is what he needed.

The Alpha stopped thrusting into his Beta, the sensation of something happening to his cock made him pause. Instead, he stayed fully inside. Neither of them could see what was happening, but they could both feel the human shaft swelling longer and slightly thicker. Dorian couldn't hold back for long and began moving again, needing that sensation. The tip began to deform as well, losing that mushroom shape as the bottom of the head pushed forward. The entire shaft was darkening, turning red as he thrust in and out of the wolf below him.

The smattering of fur on his upper legs began to thicken as the existing hair was slowly subsumed by the sprouting fur, leaving his legs fully lupine now. His arms also began to sprout fur, covering the limbs in a warming embrace. He needed MORE!

When his Alpha stopped, the Beta pooled every ounce of his willpower not to drive back until his Alpha moved again. It wasn't easy, as the intrusion inside him continued to expand, pressing against his anal walls despite the lack of movement.

After what seemed to him like an agonizing eternity, the thrusts came again. This time, the tip honed in hard, striking the Beta's prostate like a repeating arrow, each bullseye throwing pulses of mind-numbing euphoria throughout his body. Each newton of pressure on his sensitive spot sent a rush of blood surging through his engorged canine penis, straining its overflowing need.

Latching onto the need of the almost-wolf above him, the horny wolf below let out a prolonged whine, pleading arbitrarily, caught up in the tangled emotions that he smelled past the odor of wolves mating.

The Alpha's chest began to sprout fur now, a light dusting that spread over his stomach as well. His cock continued the relentless thrusting in and out of the Beta. The still morphing shaft was growing longer and longer, tip now fully pointed. The base began to puff out slowly, the beginnings of a knot.

The fur on the Alpha's barreled chest began to thicken, rubbing against the furred body beneath him. It was driving him wilder, knowing that his body was taking on its true shape. As the whine echoed through the locker room, the Alpha nuzzled his Beta as best he could while still thrusting away. The tight heat of the wolf beneath him was intoxicating, especially now since his cock was almost completely changed. His still human face was locked in a expression of animal lust.

Whether from the mounting fervor of the beast above him or his own overwhelmed body, the Beta's forepaws dropped to the ground, arching his back and throwing his furry butt higher up. The new position allowed the ramming meat to grind even harder within him. Coupled with the fact that his own heavy, swaying nutsack was now clapping against his Alpha's, and the grip and feel of his furred mate rubbing against him, the Beta was consumed with utter bliss and fired his first fully lupine seed onto the already cum painted floor, splashing up globs of seed which caught onto his belly fur.

The orgasm sent his whole body reeling, in particular his anus, which loosened and constricted in spasms synchronized to the launching ropes of viscous seed. The whole of his rectum seemed to milk the canine cock within it, drawing it into its depths as each load of semen exited in turn.

The scent of his Beta releasing globs of lupine seed onto the already painted floor sent a growl from his darkening lips. As the Alpha reeled from the milking feeling coming from the wolf beneath him, he could feel his knot slowly slipping in. His neck began to crack and crunch, the position of his skull changing as well. He was almost complete, needing that completion. He could feel his ears twitching, a tugging sensation rising as they moved up the side of his head.

The tight wet heat of the Beta started to grip his knot more and more as it slipped in, both wolves uttering growls as the last part of the Alpha's cock slipped into the Beta. Both were too wrapped up in that feeling to hear the door to the locker room open and close. The Alpha quivered, fur thickening more and more, his face the only human thing left on his body.

Despite the growing pool of cum splattering floor below him, the Beta's arousal continued to escalate. Every orgasm only served to heighten his rocketing arousal, completely subduing any other part of his brain in the inundation of euphoria.

His Alpha's knot wasn't the only thing that swelled as it breached his anal ring: a bubble of excitement expanded from the Beta's pre soaked rear causing his tail to flail wildly, throwing the scent of the alpha wolf all around them.

*The Alpha growled, the sound leaving human registers behind as his knot and cock throbbed inside his Beta. His neck began to change, black and red fur sprouting. His vocal chords started to alter, not that he could speak since his mind fell to the wolf. His balls began to churn, getting closer and closer. *

Footsteps sounded on the tiled floor, drawing closer to the two wolves. With a gasp, the male spied the two. The words that fell from the human's lips barely registered, but he seemed to know the Alpha. With an ever increasingly realistic howl, his cock twitched and sprayed into the Beta. With each pulse of cum into his Beta, his face started pushing out, the last piece of his human body fading under the wolf. Oddly, as each pulse of seed entered the Beta, both of them started to come back to themselves, the human's returning. Dorian blinked, his grey eyes taking in the sight of his lupine body. It... It didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. It felt just as right as his human body. He could see the gold eyes of the once-man beneath him start to return to their light brown color.

In spite of the torrent of wolf seed discharging into him and the crashing tides of pleasure that resulted from it, every wave washed away the lupine grip that had seeped into every crack of Owen's brain. After what felt like an all too short eternity of being filled by his Alpha, Owen found himself completely aware of himself again. Immediately, he despised it.

Notwithstanding the fact that he really needed to get off, Owen cursed his restored mind. Everything was so much simpler when he lost himself to the wolf that he had become. Now shame and embarrassment intermingled with the vestiges of lust and canine instinct. There was no longer a clear line between who he was as a human and what he was as a wolf.

It was all he could do to ignore the ache in his balls and the empty feeling around his cock, and now that his Alpha had stopped thrusting, he felt so unsatisfied. Owen arched his head a bit to fully make eye contact with his Alpha, whose name he didn't even know. At the same time, however, he realized that they had a spectator, of whom he hadn't smelled through the intoxicating odor of their rutting.

It made him both humiliated and exhilarated.

*Human and wolf warred in Dorian's mind, one set of instincts telling him to do something while the other led him in a different direction. Strangely, the human won and he found the knot that wedged them together deflating. As the once-human below him arched his head to look at him, Dorian nuzzled him gently. Dorian's human side was rising, the wolf fading more and more. He wondered if that was true of the former man beneath him. *

He slowly pulled out of the wolf and hopped down, nuzzling the other wolf. If he was human, he'd have been hugging him. Walking forward, he slowly raised his tail. The move was instinctual, and as he felt the other wolf clamber on top of him, he finally realized that they had company. The poking and prodding of the other former human's lupine cock began to consume his attention, even as the low rasp of a zipper being pulled down reached their ears, as well as the sound of low groans. Dorian felt it then, that pointed tip resting at his entrance. The other wolf didn't move, something seeming to hold him back. He could see the conflict in the wolf's light brown eyes but then... The former human hesitantly pushed his hips forward and Dorian let out a low pleasured whine as the tip breached him.

With a shudder, Owen felt his Alpha slip out of him. The rush of cool air that replaced the heated love making filled his gaping anus even as warm cum oozed down and into ruffled fur surrounding his tail hole. Even with his mind back, Owen was still estranged from his own body. Perhaps it was the overload of his rational mind, but Owen knew that he had to blow a load, one way or another.

The repeated, gentle nuzzling of his Alpha startled him, but his wolf mind relayed the messages with perfect clarity. Despite the immense gratification Owen got from being mounted, a new drive was forming from the merger of human and wolf. Those needs fought and struggled, but ultimately, it led him to just one conclusion. The painfully erect canine cock below him twitched, desperate for attention. There was no debate, however, when, to his lupine side's surprise, his Alpha stepped away to present himself.

It cried wrong in every way, and for a moment Owen was reminded of what seemed like an eon ago when the wolf within him took over. He couldn't possibly mount his Alpha, but at the same time, Owen wanted it, needed it. Without thinking, the dark-furred wolf had steadily moved toward the inviting hole. When he realized what he was doing, he was already on top of his Alpha, barely restraining himself. The tapered tip oozed pre like a little river, wanting to dive into the undoubtedly tight depths, but still held back at the slightest, tantalizing contact.

The wolf beneath him looked back, ashen eyes filled with intelligence studying him. Owen didn't care anymore. This was better than any human female. Deliberately, he pushed in, letting out a canine gasp, like a high pitched whine, savouring the sensation of squeezing past the anal ring and into his Alpha.

As the lupine cock slipped into him more and more, familiar sensations and memories began to run through Dorian's head. A low whine left his muzzle, the thin dark lips starting to look more human again. The long canine muzzle began to slowly recede with each surprisingly gentle thrust into him.

He could feel the paws of the former human inside him begin to grow, the shortened digits regrowing even as the fur on their body's slowly faded away. Dorian's forelegs cracked as they began to regain human proportions.

He looked over his shoulder, seeing the furred chest of the wolf on top of him. The chest cracked, ribs returning to their human shape and size as the black fur pulled back in. The muscles were more defined, some black hairs remaining on what was hairless. Both reverting werewolves let out surprisingly human groans.

Owen was so lost in the domination of his Alpha that he didn't even notice as all his canine features began to recede, his straggly in comparison human form taking shape once more, albeit not entirely as it was before.

In and out he thrusted, feeling the anal walls press even tighter against his red rocket, which remained so, even as the fur across his body reduced to a slight excess of dark hairs. The restricting passage that molded over his bloating prick forced a moan from his now human lips. Not realizing he had regained human proportions, Owen abruptly hugged the man below him tightly, hips moving erratic and frantically as the lupine knot sealed the two together, preventing him from pulling out.

With a lewd sigh, Owen dumped his load, canine cum surging into the rectum of the person below him. There was so much, Owen felt its hot viscosity build up around his swollen red dick, unable to leak out.

When the orgasm's rolling euphoria faded, Owen looked around as reality set back in. Quickly releasing the man he had been hugging tightly, he swore and covered his face with his hands, unable to pull away. They were still knotted together.

Dorian groaned, rocking back against the canine cock that filled him. His body was assuming his human form again with each thrust into him, his still canine shaft bobbing and leaking as the pointed dick moved in and out of him. He squeezed down around his Beta's shaft, groaning softly. Wincing and biting his lip, he felt the knot breach him. It put exquisite pressure on his prostate, his own knot beginning to inflate.

With an animalistic, yet human growl, he released. Looking in the mirror, he saw his Beta's face turn animalistic for a moment. It looked strangely right on him and as he felt the warm rush of seed fill him, Dorian panted. As the other male seemed to come back to himself, Dorian twisted on the knot, wincing slightly. He pulled his Beta down towards him, looking him right in the eyes. Well, as best as he could with the other male's hands over his eyes. The warm light brown eyes of his Beta had some flecks of gold present, and he assumed that his own grey eyes were the same. He leaned up, whispering right into the other male's ear: "Enjoy being inside your Alpha, pup?" He smirked, before ruffling the man's brown hair.

He could feel his knot deflate, looking down he saw the red fading, the tip reverting to his rounded head. Blinking, he seemed to be uncut now, Looking up at the slowly panicking Beta, he hugged him gently and reassuringly. "It's alright, pup. Alpha Dorian's here."

He paused, hearing a low grunt and a splattering sound. Two sets of gold flecked eyes zeroed in on the source. Dorian's workout partner Alex was on all fours, growling as seed flowed from his cock into the puddle the two werewolves had made.

Owen couldn't help but catch the eyes of his Alpha looking back at him, getting for the first time a full look at the man he had just mated with. The golden flecks in their eyes looked like dots of light on an ocean and Owen shivered, knowing that his eyes probably had the same effect.

At the moment, Owen wanted desperately for his knot to go away, so that he could get away from here. However, when the man he was in leaned up and whispered in his ear, he felt a surge of blood pulse through his nethers, only making things subjectively worse for him. He hated to admit it, but they were right; he loved being in his Alpha more than he could have ever imagined.

Even as his Alpha's penis reverted back into human form, his still hadn't, and just the sight of that changing cock kept a fire burning in his loins, preventing them from separating. To his surprise, the man he knotted embraced him and, finally, Owen found out the name of the thus far mysterious other. Names felt like nothing after the intimacy the two had already shared. Ultimately it worked, and at last, Owen calmed down, slowly slipping out of Dorian, followed by a gush of wolf cum. His body resumed its human form once again, more or less, as a distinctive sound drew his and Dorian's attention.

Dorian felt his eyes widen, seeing things were wrong with Alex. The proportions of his body were off, not human and yet not animal. It was like he was caught in the middle. Their eyes met and the familiar honey gold was present in more than three quarters of his friend's eyes. The slight amount of hair Alex had was thicker, approaching a fur pelt. Dorian sighed. With a low whine, Alex shuddered, body beginning to revert.

*Dorian breathed a sigh of relief as his friend stood and staggered towards the shower stalls, seemingly in a daze. He looked down at his body, splattered with both human and wolf cum. The Beta was propped up on his lower legs, panting gently, eyes shut. His eyes trailed over the man's body, seeing all the differences to what he had glimpsed before. His Beta's body was no longer lithe, but muscled enough to just hint at the feral power at his disposal. Tufts of hair existed where there was none, and the existing hair had thickened. Dorian's eyes moved down, seeing the thicker happy trail and... Was that fur? His Beta didn't have pubic hair, not anymore. No doubt his own form looked similar. *

Dorian moved, starting to stand and the gold-flecked brown eyes of his Beta opened. They trailed over his form before meeting his own eyes, a hint of a blush in his face. "We should probably hit the showers... Unless you want to smell like primal sex." The Beta's blush deepened. "I also can't keep calling you Beta or pup, can I?" Dorian held out his hand, a second question buried in the gesture: would you share the stall with me?

Dorian seemed to know who this person was, but for Owen, certain thoughts still bubbled around his head at the sight of the shifted human. As it was strange enough to have been watched, Owen was a bit relieved when they stumbled off without further acknowledging him or Dorian.

With his thoughts drifting back to Dorian, Owen could feel those wondrous eyes sweeping over him. Embarrassed, he shrunk back, pretending like nothing was happening, eyes closed. All of a sudden, he felt his Alpha stand up, prompting him to look up, inadvertently drifting over the toned man. From the lower vantage point, Owen got a good look up right at them, before his eyes automatically followed the cum soaked trail of hair that pointed up to Dorian's head. Only when he saw those eyes looking down at him did he realized he had been ogling and heat filled his cheeks, but specifically why, he couldn't tell.

It wasn't until Dorian suggested it that it occurred to Owen that he too had remnants of their sex still coating him. Before his brain had the time to argue, he nodded, blushing even more at his partner's choice of words.

"Right. Uh, Owen. I'm Owen," he replied to Dorian's question. Though, he wouldn't have minded remaining nameless for several reasons. Taking the proffered hand, Owen rose up, instinctively shying away, with a hand grabbing his other arm, which he found was surprisingly muscular.

Dorian smiled softly as the man grasped his hand, using it to pull himself upright. Owen still seemed shy, so Dorian refrained from letting his eyes wander again, although he wanted to. Owen truly was gorgeous, and a low growl echoed in his mind. The honey-gold flecks in his grey eyes shone at that thought, clearly visible to Owen. "Well Owen, you can have first crack at the stalls." Unable to resist, he uttered "Unless you want to share..." The words were soft, quiet,the tone vulnerable, almost out of the range of human hearing, but by the flush that crossed the other man's face, he heard them clearly. Owen lowered his head and blinked, seeing his changed form. "Uh... it's up to you, really. I'm fine with having one to myself..." Dorian started to ramble, a low warning growl in the back of his mind telling him that Alpha's should be confident.

Owen rubbed his bicep and finally relented, shrugging.

"Sure, it's probably best if we stick together," he said faintly, not specifying what the reason for that was.

Dorian nodded, moving into the shower stalls. He drew a curtain back and turned on the water. Owen darted in, standing under the spray of warm water, seeming to relax instantly. Concern began flitting through Dorian's head. "Something wrong?"

"I don't know about you, Dorian, but I - I'm not-" Owen stuttered. "Back there. What we did. I'm..." he trailed off, questioning his own beliefs. "I'm straight? I'm not into men, but what we did- I don't know what's even happening anymore." Owen mumbled. In spite of his words, he wished Dorian would come close to him again. An even deeper part of him growled, echoing in his mind; he did what his Alpha wanted.

Dorian nodded. He'd gone through that feeling before when he was figuring out his own sexuality. Owen looked small, despite his increased musculature. Biting his lip, Dorian wrestled with himself, before moving slowly towards the other man. He gently hugged him, the warm water from the shower running down him. Owen seemed to wilt, partially in relief, arms moving reflexively around his waist. "I know how you feel, this is new to me too. If you ever need to talk, I'm here." Owen nodded.

A low growl filled the shower area, both men freezing. It sounded like... "Wolf..." Dorian murmured, eyes glowing gold for just a brief second. The curtain drew back, long furry fingers and claws wrapping around the canvas. The first creature they saw was Alex, on all fours, back to that half transformed state, eyes once again shining gold. The clack of claws on linoleum was heard and a large muscled bipedal wolf moved into the stall. He seemed to grin, tongue lolling out of his mouth. The dark brown and black furred beast winked at them, and spoke. "Alex thought you two would make splendid additions... I guess he was right. Maybe I'll turn him fully now..." The voice was gravely, partially familiar to both of them. As Dorian looked over the wolf, the ice blue eyes offered the clearest hint as to who it was. His mouth dropped open. It was Erik, the lanky receptionist. He DID seem highly interested in all the new gym members... He spoke again. "Enjoy your new forms, should be interesting in two weeks... Come Alex, time to turn you." With that, Erik ambled out of the area, the clacking of claws once again heard. Dorian and Owen barely moved for a while, their enhanced hearing picking up the sounds of sex and growling.

Owen looked up at Dorian with trepidation, the reality of their situation dawning on him.

Two weeks. He shivered despite the warm spray of water and Dorian's proximity. What was in store for them then?