Mark of the Pack by Leo_Todrius

Mark of the Pack

Leo_Todrius, Anal, Gay, Knot, Knotting, Lycan, Lycanthrope, M/M, Oral, Slow TF, Tattoo, Transformation, Werewolf, Wolf, animal anatomy, tf

leotodrius

The Mark of the Pack

Written by Leo_Todrius

Commissioned by Tarus1111

When two friends go to get a tattoo together, they get a lot more than they bargained for. Before long, Luis is having a host of unexpected changes urging him to walk on the wild side.

The Mark of the Pack Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tarus1111

There was an infinite difference to the feel of a city at night instead of day, and yet another filter of reality to see it from the windows of the bus. The great mechanical beast of burden lumbered down the tired, cracked roads. A dull, twilight like glow filled the cabin from the ribbon like lights that ran the length of the ceiling on either side. The back of the bus had elevated seats due to the engine compartment, though those perches had been taken by teenagers dressed in black and neon with entirely too many straps on their pants. Luis glanced up at them for a moment before looking back at his reflection in the window.

He was twenty two, five foot nine with medium length wavy brown hair that complimented his olive complexion. Clean shaven, glasses, he felt rather... plain. He had even worn khaki pants and a black polo. He was teetering on the edge of another bout of self pity, but all he had to do to stop thinking about himself was to tune back in to his friend sitting next to him, talking about how this was going to be the year of change when it came to green energy.

A slight smile crossed Luis' face as he looked at Jordan speaking so passionately about wind turbines and wave generators. It was a rant that he'd heard enough that he could reconnect with it at any point without missing a beat, but it was always nice seeing Jordan so engaged. Despite being the same age, they couldn't have been any more different. Jordan was six foot two, tan, broad shouldered, muscled, and had the short scruffy beard of an aspiring lumberjack or norse god. His hair was the color of wheat, a healthy sandy blonde that came down in rivulets to the nape of his neck.

"I still can't believe you convinced me to do this." Luis said, interrupting Jordan mid-sentence. Jordan didn't mind, he knew he tended to repeat himself - especially when they drank a bit.

"Come on man, it's going to be so cool! We've known each other for ages... Our bromanship is beyond measure!" Jordan said. Luis winced behind his glasses.

"Don't call it that." he commented. Jordan groaned, slinging an arm around his shorter friend's shoulders.

"Okay then, a friendship of the ages. Is that better?" he asked. Luis considered before nodding.

"Yes, I think it is." he chuckled. Jordan smirked at that. Luis looked out at the shops they were passing in the night. Downtown was well lit compared to the rest of town. Tree trunks wrapped with webs of white christmas lights lit the sidewalks like pylons and countless window settings showed off outfits of countless styles. As they passed the mall, individual shops cast out neon lights like lighthouses, beckoning to those that enjoyed the night life.

"Come on man, you'll love it!" Jordan said, hugging his friend closer.

"Oh yes, needles moving at insane speeds, leaving behind metallic ink. It sounds like fun." Luis said. Jordan smiled and sighed wistfully.

"Yeah." he said. Luis rolled his eyes at that.

"You're insane, you know that?" Luis asked. Jordan nodded.

"I am, but you said yes too." he replied. Luis wriggled his nose.

"Then I guess I am too." Luis said. Jordan let out a woop at that, startling the brooding teenagers on the upper level before he reached up and tugged the yellow rubber coated metal cord, signalling a request for a stop. Luis felt a bit jealous, he had to stand up to reach it most times and resorted to using the indicator buttons that ran between the windows instead.

The bus slowly jostled and shifted, pulling out of traffic and over to the side of the road before the door hissed open. Jordan was up with ease, Luis stumbled up and grabbed his bag, following his gentle giant of a friend out into the night air. The bus doors hissed behind them as the vehicle lurched away, melding into traffic, drifting away as if it was on some great migration.

The air outside was fresher, cooler, and a bit of a relief. Luis took a moment to savor it, taking some deep breaths to fill his lungs and calm his nerves. When he looked back up, to his surprise, Jordan was too. His head was tilted back and he seemed to be sniffing at the air. Luis arched an eyebrow.

"Do you have to pay more for the tattoo because your arm is so much bigger than mine?" Luis asked.

"What, this?" Jordan asked with a chuckle, pulling up the shirt sleeve of his gray tee, exposing the contours of his biceps and triceps. Luis was a little too slow to make a witty response, barely suppressing a blush instead. That was the real reason he had said yes, why he was about to do something that seemed instead. He did it for a man...

"Yeah, all that canvas that needs painted." Luis muttered, looking at the wide flat cement pads that made up the sidewalk ahead of them. He hadn't told anyone - not his parents, his friends, least of all Jordan. He had barely accepted it himself. It seemed almost painfully obvious looking back, there had been road signs warning him his whole life, but... he was gay. He'd become friends with Jordan years ago, but now he was able to truly... appreciate him, at least in a new way.

"Well, maybe this is just the start for me. But it's still the most important one. We're going to have the same tattoo, we'll be linked." Jordan said with a grin, his perfect teeth glinting in the dull orange light of the parking garage. Linked. That seemed like a word Luis appreciated very much in connection with Jordan.

"Alright, but you go first, and if it looks like it hurts too much I'm chickening out." Luis said. Jordan groaned.

"No! If I make it through, you have to man!" Jordan said, wrapping his arm around Luis's shoulders again. Sometimes Luis wondered if it was just because he was at good arm rest height for Jordan, but he did rather appreciate how easily he gave out the physical contact. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"Alright, I'll hold up my end." Luis said. Hook, line and sinker. It was just how he'd been caught the first time. Jordan seemed quite pleased with himself as they reached their destination, a tattoo shop at the edge of downtown. Luis looked up at the business sign.

"Just Ink About It? Doesn't... that sound like they want you to reconsider?" Luis asked.

"Eh, Just ink about it." Jordan said in his best accent. Luis winced again but chuckled.

"That was awful, never do that again." he said. Jordan grinned, opening the door with one hand while he used the other to practically shove Luis inside.

The interior of the tattoo parlor had muted lighting, but it still showcased the wood panel walls with red panels from waist down and burgundy from waist up. One wall showcased framed pictures of a variety of tattoo designs people could choose from while the other wall showed off satisfied customers with single tattoos, sets, or full sleeves. There were comfortable but well worn leather chairs by the front door, a reception desk with notebooks of laminated pages, and then the back area behind a black curtain.

Luis looked around at it all, taking it in. He wasn't sure if the fact that the walls were the color of fresh and dried blood was fitting or a terrible design choice. Perhaps they should have just 'inked' about it a bit more. Jordan moved over to the table and flipped the book open, rifling through until he found the page on tribal bands. He looked at a few of the solid strips before he found ones that made bands, but were composed of interlocking curved fluid shapes.

"There, that's what I was talking about!" Jordan said. Luis moved over and looked at the book, about to let out a witty remark when he paused. There was something... striking about the image. The flow of it really was remarkable, it was a piece of art. It reminded him a little of Maori or Native American art without actually borrowing it from their cultures. It was a lot more sophisticated than a solid band, and with less surface area it would be marginally lower in pain for an even better design.

"It... looks cool." Luis reluctantly admitted. Jordan grinned and slipped his arm around Luis again, giving him a good squeeze.

"And so will we." he said. Luis fought back a wistful sigh. It seemed too good to be true, but maybe... just maybe this would really help him stand out and be the sort of person he always wanted to be.

The buzzing was steady, loud, and insistent, like an incredibly powerful pair of clippers... but Luis knew it was much worse than that. It seemed like it had been going on for an eternity, and it wasn't even his body. The wavy haired young man was torn between looking away from his friend's pain, and being absolutely riveted to how the art was taking shape in flesh form. His squeamishness lost out to his curiosity.

Jordan was situated in the large chair in the middle of the back room, his tank top serving him well with his arm on full display. While Luis always thought Jordan was the fascinating, amazing, interesting one, he almost seemed plain next to the artist perched carefully on a stool next to the chair.

The artist was in his late twenties, his black hair worked into a dread-hawk, tied off tight so it didn't get in the way. The shaved sides of his head betrayed tattoos of curved, ribbed ram-like demon horns that complimented the curved half-mega shaped spikes that came out beneath his lower lip. His eyes focused on Jordan's arm, guiding the tool.

Jordan's flesh seemed a bit irritated, although while it would have been red on most people it seemed darker on Jordan's skin right around where the tool drove the ink into the flesh, embedding it deep. To the artist's surprise, Jordan's skin seemed to be bouncing back better than normal.

Centimeter by centimeter, the band was stretching out around his arm. Sketched lines became bold, interlocked, and then a zig zag of the artist's hand back and forth filled it in. Jordan seemed to be bearing it well, talking about how many customers were so careless on where they discarded things at his work before he looked back at Luis.

"Hey, looks like someone's enjoying it!" Jordan said. Luis looked up, eyes widening.

"I don't know if I'd go that far... I mean, you are bleeding." Luis said. The artist murmured under his breath, finishing the spot he was on before he grabbed a cloth to carefully tend to Jordan's arm without damaging the art. He was thankful that the blood seemed to wipe away without any more coming out beneath.

"Eh, it's only a flesh wound." Jordan said, pausing, "What's that from?"

"Monty Python." Luis replied. Jordan's sand colored brow furrowed.

"Have I seen that?" He asked.

"No, you fell asleep every time I tried." Luis replied.

"Sorry, it's just that your bed's so comfortable!" Jordan said. Luis had to swallow his thumping heart a bit at that. It was true, his friend had fallen asleep on his bed on more than one occasion - especially if Luis was trying to show him something. It was as endearing as it was frustrating. But in those times, seeing the big guy asleep, so peaceful, so sublime, it was when Luis felt closest to that blissful reality he couldn't dare wish for.

Sometimes he imagined that Jordan was his boyfriend, back from a hard day of work, passed out in bed. Lis would make him tea and leave it on the bedside table in case he got thirsty. He'd imagine crawling in bed, curling up beside him, snuggling. Luis realized he was drumming his fingers against his leg in nervousness. He shook his head a bit, trying to get those thoughts out of his mind.

"Don't be nervous bud, it'll be okay." Jordan said, looking down at the design as the artist wrapped it around the underarm. He closed one eye, showing more of a reaction to the pain than he had so far.

Luis bit his bottom lip, watching in mild horror before - to his surprise - the ink gun snapped off. His ears almost seemed to buzz and hum in retaliation for listening to the angry buzz of the gun itself, but after a few moments the effect wore off.

"What do you think?" The artist asked, setting his gun down to examine the work. It was hard telling given how dark the ink seemed, and the interplay of the ink and the blood beneath the surface.

"Almost perfect. All it needs now is a matching one." Jordan said, looking at Luis. The artist got his after-care kit ready, treating the surface and wrapping it. He gave Jordan a little box that had moisturizers and bandages and more wrapping,everything he'd need to care for it. Jordan jumped up and moved over, making Luis swallow extra hard. His time was up, the waiting had come to an end. There was no more delay, no more quips, no more jokes. He had to face his reckoning. He moved over and sat down slowly, expecting it to feel like a dentist chair or a doctor's chair, but it was softer, and there was no paper slip cover over the material.

Luis settled in as much as he could, but he still felt like a little kid at the adult's table at Thanksgiving. Jordan sat down and started to read through the instructions on his after-care kit and the artist checked a text on his phone, muttering under his breath before he grabbed the tattoo gun and refilled the ink.

Luis' mind was all over the place. He was reminded again at how the color on the walls seemed appropriate and yet not reassuring at the same time. He felt a bit better at the idea of it since Jordan seemed so unphased by it all, already making jokes about wrapping himself in saran wrap. He looked back at the artist, his eyes studying his arm... Oh, his arm.

Luis regretted not being more muscled, or maybe even fatter. He wasn't sure if either of those would help, but he wasn't much more than a tall drink of water. His arms weren't anything to write home about, and that lack of mass made it seem like it would hurt more somehow. The artist looked at Luis' eyes.

"Is this your first time?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Luis said. While he wasn't exposing as much flesh as Jordan was, he did feel that he had enough showing off for that to be fairly obvious.

"Just... exhale before I start. The natural reaction is to take a breath in once I go." The artist said. Luis was going to ask when that was, but when that harsh, sharp buzzing returned, he exhaled as told. His heart sped up, his brain tingled with possibilities, and then he felt it - not the needle, but the artist's hand on his arm, positioning it and holding it steady.

Luis was about to ask when it would all start when he felt the sensation start into his skin. At first it was like a flu shot, a sticking-stinging-pressure sort of feeling. But as the artist moved, it spread like the embers of a fire, spiraling out, threading through his arm. Luis nearly called out in pain - but something stopped him. He looked up at Jordan. He realized what it was. He didn't want to look weak in front of his friend. He wanted to impress him, to surprise him, and to his delight, Jordan WAS staring at him.

Those kind, gentle eyes watched the artist make out the shapes that would become the tribal band. Inch by inch they filtered into place. Luis hadn't called out. If anything, it seemed that his strength was growing. It didn't feel bad, well, comparatively. It DID feel like hundreds of bee stings, but the result was worth it.

The fear was slowly being replaced by something else, a sort of thrill. His body was his temple, and he had just desecrated it. IN a life so easily protected by the routines of work, of school, of everything else, he had made a permanent alteration. This was his choice, his fate, and life had taken a turn.

"I wonder if we should have gotten it in blue." Jordan said. Luis gritted his teeth, his glasses getting a little foggy from all the humidity.

"You bring that up NOW?" He asked with a pained snort, "Black goes with everything. Just be happy." Luis said, wincing as the artist moved to the sides of his arm. He had to admit, even without built up muscles, the band was a delightful contrast on his olive skin. It really stood out, and now so would he. All he had to do to go from anonymous to unique was to roll up his sleeve. He could already imagine posing with Jordan, their matching tattoos sharp and bold. He'd get the picture printed up professionally, frame it, keep it always. Jordan would think it was bros being bros, but he'd know better. He'd remember that big, fuzzy lug of a man asleep in his bed. Despite the pain, Luis started to smile.

"Uh-oh, I think we may have a tatt addict on our hands." Jordan said.

"We do offer buy 3 get one free." The artist said.

"Just this one for now, thank you." Luis said, his words short and sharp. He didn't want the artist thinking about anything other than his work at the moment. He had to shut his eyes, the pain mounting. It was radiating down through his skin to his bones, filling the marrow and radiating up his arm to his shoulder. IT was too much to bear. HE grunted and groaned and felt faint. He was scrunching up his face so much that it was taking its own toll, but still he bore it.

Jordan's jokes fell away and became more words of encouragement. There were a few times when Luis prayed the removal of the needle was an end, but the buzzing ontinued and the needles came down in another sport... until finally they didn't. The sound, and the pain, came to an end. Luis hesitantly opened his eyes and looked at the tattoo artist. He seemed to be examining his tattoo gun, looking at the parts almost frantically. Was it broken? Had he missed something? He looked down at his arm and, to his own shock, saw it was done. The artist had completed the design.

"Wow..." Luis whispered. Jordan grinned wide, clapping his other shoulder with a hand.

"We're brothers now, no, more than that." Jordan said. Luis felt like he had fallen out of his chair and was floating now, gazing up into those dreamy, deep eyes. It would have been perfect if his arm wasn't burning with such an intense pain. As much as he wanted to remain in the moment, he wanted to get it wrapped up and get out of there.

"So, what do I have to do now?" he asked the tattoo artist who had moved over to look at the entry paperwork of the two young men. He ran his finger down the file before he turned back with an odd smile.

"Oh, right, uh, almost done." He said, moving back over to sit down. He carefully treated Luis' arm and wrapped it up, giving him his own care kit, "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call. Customer service is our number one goal." the artist said, moving to remove the needle from his gun and properly sterilize it.

"Hey, if these turn out even half as good as I expect, maybe we can get our pictures on the wall." Jordan said.

"It'd be my pleasure. Just let me know if either of you need any touch ups or anything. Normally there's a small charge, but we can skip it this time." he said. Jordan seemed quite pleased by that, though Luis was a little hesitant.

"Maybe we can stop for an icee on the way home? Something cool?" Luis asked.

"You've earned it buddy." Jordan said, wrapping his arm around Luis' shoulders. Luis winced a bit, his arm still tender. Jordan adjusted a bit, trying to take the edge off. They moved through the curtain and back into the entryway before heading out into the night.

The tattoo artist waited until he heard the door click before he looked back at the files. Both men said they were clean of any diseases, and they were the same blood type. At this point all he could do was hope that his error would go undetected.

Orange light spilled into the loft apartment through the windows overlooking the brick and mortar downtown, the sky a dull and dim brown of light pollution and approaching dawn. Luis had been up way too late, and he hadn't had a chance to open his windows. The apartment was still far too toasty.

As usual, Luis lightened his load by emptying his pockets onto a table by the front door, stripped off his garments - mindful of the tattoo, and draped them over his chair. He carried the tattoo care kit over to his desk and opened it up, reading the instructions. It had already been over three hours, so the first part was complete. He carefully removed the bandage, wincing a bit as the open air hit it.

Luis looked at his arm, shocked by how bold the ink looked, and how normal the rest of his skin was. It wasn't supposed to look that healthy, was it? But what a thing to worry about... Luis kept reading the instructions and carried the kit into his bathroom, using a liquid soap to wash it clean, being very careful. He pat it all dry and then applied a thin layer of neosporin.

The last step was a trip to the kitchen, getting the saran wrap he had been warned to acquire. With a careful layer of that around his arm to keep from sticking to the bed, it was finally time for bed. He all but stumbled over toward his bed, relieved at least that the place had such nicely detailed care kits as part of the experience.

There was a sense of relief as he settled onto his matress. It was a texas queen, extra long, and it was built into a fantastic wooden base that had drawers below the mattress, shelving on the sides, and a platform up above that made it feel almost like some sort of bunk bed.The rich reddish brown wood had a character all its own.

Luis reached over and flicked the fan on and finished undressing as the breeze blew across his body, licking away the extra heat from staying up too late. He felt a little over cooked, but the long day had been worth it. To his surprise, the tattoo hardly hurt at all. If it kept up like that, he might finally feel more at ease about the idea. He'd made it through the moment after all, and now he shared something with Jordan, something permanent.

The twenty two year old smiled as he laid back with that thought. He yawned a bit and relaxed, stretching out, hoping his place cooled down quickly. Even with it being so warm, he'd done enough to slip into a slumber.

His mind descended into the deep dark abyss, lingering below the surface of unconsciousness. Images came floating up, disconnected fragments. He was camping with his parents at a cabin by a lakeside, and the moon was too big above the mountains. It was beautiful though, and he heard a song - a song sung by a man. Melodic, resonant, harmonious. He moved out into the trees to try and find it, but as he stepped through the trees, he was in a parking garage.

In the dream, the song was echoey, close and yet distant. He tried to find it, moving step after step until the headlights of a car coming around the corner shone on him and he opened his eyes in real life, waking up a little. He stirred a bit, tugging a blanket half way over himself. Apparently a few hours had passed and the brown sky had turned a faint yellow, betraying the coming sun. He willed himself back to sleep, wanting to get as much rest as he could before the next day.

The ringing of the phones, the flash of cameras, the flicker of computer screens - none of it was particularly wonderful for someone that stayed up too late, but for Luis it was his job. He worked at Avant, an up and coming fashion company. They had taken the guts out of an old brick building and made the interior completely neuvo with glass and steel furniture and glass panel walls on either side of the central strip that acted as their studios, their design galleries, and whatever else they needed to show off. It contrasted with the more conventional pool of desks running down the center like the nervous system of the company.

Luis moved in carrying a coffee, his eyes a bit puffy from lack of sleep. He'd woken up with barely enough time to get ready, not to mention an incredibly poorly timed case of morning wood, but he'd made it in. He reached the far corner of the workspaces and slipped in, setting his drink down as he logged into his computer.

As it booted up, Luis looked in on one of the photography sessions. They had brought in a model to do a fall photo shoot. He had on a yellow-orange shirt and black pants, but it was the vest that they were highlighting. It was a little bit business, a little bit punk - a hybrid to try and appeal to those that walked the line.

The first thought Luis had was how warm it was outside, and how fall fashions seemed unbearable, but doing it now meant that he would have PLENTY of time to do his graphic design on the spread. After all, that was what he had come to Avant for. His second thought was that it was nice to see someone like him as a model - well, at least ethnically. The model was sort of like a perfected version with a little less weight, a little more height, and his hair behaving other than the few wisps of bangs the photographer intentionally put out of place.

Luis turned back to his workstation and sipped at his coffee, wincing as he thought for a moment he tasted pumpkin spice. This whole fall spread was getting to him already. He opened his photo editor and accessed the database, importing photos from the previous day as he got everything ready. An e-note caught his attention though. Avant was interested in a photo shoot with tattooed models to push an edgier line that was coming up.

A strange, odd smile crossed Luis' lips. He had coated his tattoo that morning with more of the antibiotic and while he'd been a bit surprised by the oozing and everything, according to his care kit it had been coming along just as expected. If anything it was his erection that had been harder to cope with. He shifted a little, reaching down to 'adjust himself', exhaling a bit.

Maybe it was a mix of walking on the wild side, of carrying through with it, of having a bonding experience with Jordan, but it was oddly exhilarating. Even the e-note reminded him that he was on the other side now. He was unique, he was different. Luis stood up from his desk, leaving his computer and his coffee behind as he went into the bathroom. A quick glance revealed the stalls were empty and he went to the furthest one, opening up the door and stepping inside.

In mere seconds his button was undone, his fly opened, his underwear tugged down and his shaft retrieved. Luis wrapped his fingers around his meat and started sliding them up and down, feeling an electric charge move from his cock, up his arm to his tattoo and back. He'd never done anything like this at work before. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but he couldn't hold it back.

"Oh yeah..." Luis muttered under his breath. He'd seen the videos, of course. He couldn't deny his interests that much. He'd seen sexy young men in bathroom stalls, unaware they were being filmed - or being very aware. He'd seen them come to climax, or drop down on the floor and slide half way under the partition. Luis closed his eyes and imagined doing just that, feeling lips wrap around his cock, sucking him off. Maybe he'd feel the tickle of a mustache against his sensitive flesh, the tickle of a beard like Jordan's.

A gasp escaped his lips as he suddenly and forcefully came, sending out ropes of cum, splattering them on the backside of the stall door. Luis was horrified and shocked, though also dizzy with release. He numbly fumbled to get toilet paper and hastily clean up, moaning as his half hard cock wobbled in front of him. Whatever morning wood he had woken up, it seemed it was but the first tree of a whole forest.

Street noises... Normally they were just white noise, at the back of Luis' mind, but now he heard every honk, every screech, every beep. He even heard the scrape of shoes over rough cement and the tap of them on the sewer grates. It had been a distracted day at work and it seemed his afternoon was going no better, but at least the coffee tasted better than ever. Luis sat in a corner of the outdoor patio, a table umbrella offering just enough shade to cover his body but not his feet. He sipped and savored the coffee, tasting the rich and complex flavor. He could find every nuance. It was remarkable. He wondered idly if this was what came from actually living life. Had he been too timid before to enjoy it?

Glancing both ways to make sure he didn't disgust anyone, he carefully pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to examine beneath. He'd applied more of the salve in the office, but the flesh didn't seem to be oozing anymore. The redness was dying away and the skin looked like it had not only scabbed over, but the skin was trying to peel.

A strange twang of confusion ripped through Luis. He reached into his pocket and fished around, pulling out the piece of paper from the care kit. No peeling on day two, three, four, let alone one... The peeling wasn't supposed to happen until day six. Luis slowly lowered his sleeve again, wondering if he'd used too little of the salve. Was it drying out too soon?

Against his better judgement, Luis reached up and poked his tattoo. To his relief, it didn't hurt. If anything, it felt practically normal. If something was wrong, it had to hurt, right? Luis smiled and relaxed, lifting his cup, drinking more of the incredible coffee. Work had been so... hard with how he was distracted, but tomorrow would be another day and he was going to get some good rest to make up for the previous night.

The clink of the keys hitting the table were familiar and comfortable and Luis could already feel himself relaxing as he left his day behind him. The sky outside his apartment was already a rich, warm peach color as the afternoon started to give way to evening. He kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt, tossing it over to his hamper. Debating between his options, he pulled his phone from the table and dialed Jordan. It rang a few times before it clicked.

"Sup dawg!" Jordan said from the other side. Luis rolled his eyes.

"Not much. Just finished with everything for the day. How are you doing?" Luis asked.

"Can't complain, things are going great." Jordan replied.

"How's the tattoo, how are you healing up?" Luis asked.

"Oh, right! Uh, it's still a bit irritated I guess..." Jordan replied. Luis hesitated.

"Mine's doing well, actually, ahead of schedule I guess." Luis said.

"That's great... I'm so glad. I was worried." Jordan replied.

"I'm glad you worried about me. I know it took a lot of convincing." Luis said.

"I knew you'd come through in the end, we're buds!" Jordan replied. Luis laid back on his bed slowly, relieved at how cool the sheets felt against his bare back. He smiled, gazing up at the cover over his bed.

"We are, we're great friends." Luis said, taking a breath, "Be sure to take proper care of it, I'm going to hit the sack early."

"Alright... But we should have a movie night this weekend." Jordan said. Luis chuckled, rolling onto his unmarked arm.

"Are you sure? I mean, it'd be a good way for you to catch up on your sleep." Luis retorted. Jordan laughed at that.

"I won't fall asleep, I promise." Jordan said. Luis simply made an mmm-hmm noise. Jordan chuckled, "Alright, alright. Have a good night." Jordan amended.

"Good night." Luis said before hanging up, putting the phone down on the floor next to his bed. Luis stretched out slowly on the bed, though he was a little surprised as his fingers brushed the far side. He wiggled them, feeling the edge of the mattress. He'd never been able to reach that far in that position before. He blinked a few times before he yawned, getting up to finish getting ready for bed.

Running, jumping, lunging, rolling - Luis had never had dreams as active as he was that night, but in his mind he was moving as swift as the wind, his wavy hair whipping around behind him, the moonlight on his fit and firm torso. He'd never felt so strong, so fast, so manly... and even though it was a dream, it was filtering through to the real world: Luis' nipples were hard, and so was he.

His face was smashed against the pillow, his breaths sharp. His fingers dug into the mattress as he ground his hips into the pillow top, the coiled springs fighting back against his assault. He humped and ground, more insistent, finding a position that seemed to angle his shaft just right.

Luis' snarls were animalistic, his lips curled up tight. He humped faster and harder, the mattress starting to squeak and lurch, bucking against the robust wooden frame. His toes started to knead against the bed, tangling up in the sheets. He thrashed, he pulled and twisted - and then he came. His orgasm shook him awake. His eyes snapped open, his mouth hung loose and he shuddered, his shaft unleashing his spunk into his boxers, soaking through almost at once.

Despite his dalliances in the office, as well as when he had been younger, Luis had never had a hands-free orgasm before. It was shocking, almost as if a stranger had done it. He moaned softly, eyes gazing at the drool on his pillow before he suddenly rolled over onto his back. His hot seed slowly settled against his lap, giving him a strange sense of satisfaction.

Breaths exhaled over his lips as he calmed himself down... although his cock was still hard. It was shocking to think he had stamina left, but Luis was starting to think there was something wonderful about being his age. He slowly lifted the waistband of his boxers and was hit with the musky, salty scent of his own seed. At once his cock was rock hard again.

Luis felt his whole body tingling, even his arm. He laid back and slowly wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving it a good squeeze as he started to lift it up and down, sliding faster and harder, lifting his hips, starting to moan. He squeezed his eyes shut, bucking, shifting, arching. His back throbbed, his bones ached, his teeth felt burning hot. He was well out of control, and it felt amazing.

The young man's hand moved as if he was performing with an instrument. It slipped up and down with fluid grace, his fingers finding the perfect placement before applying just the right pressure. He shifted around, wriggling, his toes curling and uncurling as he went. His muscles were getting tighter and tighter, though they were also getting bigger.

Arms that had been mere sleeve fillers before were thickening, taking on contour and shape. New fibers knit beneath the skin, connecting and growing, expanding in mass as he gained his first visible biceps and triceps. His calves thickened as well, getting meatier, but the most profound change came from places Luis rarely looked.

His cum soaked lap had been basting in his seed, and it seemed those juices had fostered some growth. THe dark curls of his bush began to stretch out, growing thicker and longer. Likewise, under his arms the thin patch of hair began to grow longer, thicker, more dominant. Tiny wisps of hair broke out from the skin on the back of his hands, creeping up from the wrist line.

While Luis was unaware, more testosterone was surging his already overwhelmed system. He groaned, his balls slapping between his legs as he thrust up into his hand. He gnashed his teeth, panted hard, and then came - and came - and came. Ropes of cum fountained up, splattering across his stomach, his chest, and even his face as he came. He opened his mouth, letting some of the splatter land on his tongue.

The rich, potent, virile flavor exploded in his mouth and for a moment his eyes flashed amber. He salivated as he collected his seed on his tongue, savoring how thick and soupy and warm it was. He slurped it up, licked his face, and then used his free hand to scoop up what he had already shed before sucking his fingers clean. His cock came a few more times before the orgasm eventually ran out of substance, though his muscles were still churning, trying to produce more cum.

The golden orgasm ripped through Luis's mind, restructuring synapses, changing thresholds, rewiring him to compensate for the sheer unadulterated bliss - but the restructure wasn't enough. The pleasure was still too much. Luis tried to feed himself more of his seed, but his eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head and he passed out cold, soaked and exposed in bed.

The doors to Avant opened with more ease than Luis was expecting, nearly making him spill his coffee, though he recovered easily enough. He crossed the long center space with fewer strides.

"Morning Luis, did you go to the gym?" one of his co-workers asked. Luis shook his head, a little confused.

"No, no time... Barely make it up as it is." Luis said, walking along. He glanced over at one of the photographers setting up his camera and the photographer looked back, giving a thumbs up. Luis felt even more awkward, not sure why everyone was giving him the attention. He settled down in his chair and tipped his coffee back, only to realize it was already empty. Had he drank it all already?

"Luis, good job on that spread. We're already getting great feedback from Amy." Susanne said from her seat. Luis turned, eyes wide.

"Really? Amy doesn't approve anything on the first pass." Luis said.

"She did... this time... It must be that newfound confidence of yours." Susanne said. Luis chuckled. Even the idea of that seemed absurd.

"Well, maybe I'm just figuring out what she likes." Luis said. Susanne smirked a bit at that, leaning back in her chair.

"And I think we're learning what Patrick likes too." Susanne said. Once more Luis was confused until he followed her sightline and saw the photographer was taking some slice of life pics of them. Luis was a little stunned but Patrick just smiled and checked his camera, wandering back to work. Luis slowly rotated back to his computer, turning it on, trying to hide his blush.

For a second he caught his reflection before the screen snapped to his desktop of fall leaves with perspective blur to create a mostly neutral backdrop when he was editing. While the reflection had been short lived, it had been enough to unnerve Luis.

"I'll be right back." he said, standing up.

"If you need anything, I have something for cramps... if it's that..." Susanne said. Luis' eyes widened and then he realized how many times he had gone to the bathroom the day before and he blushed even harder.

"I'll be alright, I think." he said, moving past his desk and into the safety of the bathroom. The door thumped shut behind him and Luis made it over to look in the mirror. It was almost like the uncanny valley effect, he didn't look like himself. He filled out his shirt, his pants were showing ankle, his hair was brushing his collar. None of his proportions were right. Even his forehead seemed different, his cheek bones. He had less baby fat and more muscle. He looked more... manly, more like the model that Patrick had been taking photos of the day before. He reached up to touch his face and realized the back of his hands were unusually hairy.

At first it was just a memory, but the memory of the previous night became so vivid he could almost smell it... and taste it. He groaned softly, his cock going rock hard, jutting out in the front of his pants. No! He couldn't give in, he couldn't relent. He had to put in a good day's work, Amy, the head of Avant had finally paid attention to his work. She had even certified it without any changes! He... had to... had to... let loose.

His button popped, his zipper came down and his cock was out in seconds. He jerked off in front of the mirror, working his shaft, his face glazing over with lust. He looked at his reflection. He was a beast, a monster, a dirty pervert - and he liked it. He worked his shaft fast and hard, grinning, drool running down his chin, clinging to dozens of invisible hairs he hadn't known were there. He grinned, realizing he could be caught at any second, and he liked it.

Luis wondered if Patrick would be shocked, or if he'd start taking photos... Maybe Luis would just strip for him, show him off the goods, or maybe he'd steal Patrick's camera and take photos of his own as he pounded his cock into that pert bubble ass of his! Luis thrashed and howled before he came, sending jets of his cum all over the bathroom counter. He came far longer than he thought possible, panting, sweating, moaning.

As the orgasm ripped through him, there were popping sounds from his sleeves. The seam had snapped, the threads coming undone a little as his arms bulged more. Luis was sweaty, hot, spent, but he slowly reached up, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt to try and give it more room. The fabric split out, revealing his expanded bicep on which his tattoo was fully exposed.

Lust, heat, embarrassment and fear all fell to the back burner. His eyes focused, his mind cleared. He had forgotten to treat his tattoo that morning. He'd been so late sleeping in he'd just gotten up and went, but there it was in all its glory. No flaking, no redness, no irritation or oozing or anything. In two days it had done over a week of healing. It was bold, it was bright, it was something he shared with Jordan... and it was unnatural.

Taking several quick breaths, Luis quickly grabbed whatever he could to clean up the bathroom, sopping up his mess and flushing it before wiping down the counters again and again. He stuffed his urgently hard cock back into his pants and zipped it up, though his button was tattered and loose. He managed to secure it as best he could, untucking his shirt and letting it hang down.

Luis made one more pass at the counters, knowing if they ever used a black light he was a dead man. Still, his cleaning efforts had been enough to hide the evidence at a passing glance, and with luck the janitor would sterilize it the next day - never the wiser. He steeled his nerves and left the bathroom, moving back the way he came, passing the cluster of desks.

"Susanne, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to have to go home." he said, not even slowing down to listen to her concern for him. A few others looked up, but he didn't give them time to see anything. In moments he had left Avant's main floor, trotted down the stairs and emerged onto the street. Almost at once he was feeling better. It was less claustrophobic, less confined. The air was fresh and rich. This... was what he needed, although he wasn't all clear yet. They could still see him from upstairs if they looked out their windows, so Luis all but limped his way to the bus stop and waited, wanting nothing more than to break into a sprint.

The familiar, climbing and falling growl of the bus could be heard before it could be seen. Luis' foot tapped impatiently as the metal beast of burden pulled up and the door hissed. Luis flung himself up the step, nearly falling into the bus driver before he caught the metal beam and stopped himself. The driver looked startled. Luis numbly fished out his bus pass and swiped it through the reader on the podium which flashed green.

The bus driver didn't even wait for Luis to find a seat before he pulled away from the curb, apparently running behind schedule. Luis felt that momentary zero-g as he all but slid toward the back of the bus. As he tried to find a seat before he was knocked to the floor by inertia, he smelled something familiar: peaty, leafy, with a slightly sour scent. He looked up slowly and saw one of the goth teenagers from the other night.

The teen was sitting in the very back of the bus, elevated black boots with way too many straps propped up against the seat in front of him. His long black hair had crimson bangs, matching the crimson strip of hair running down his pale chin flanked by two metal beads on either side. The teenager had in yellow contacts and studio headphones as he bobbed his head back and forth. His t-shirt was well worn and had holes in places, revealing more pale flesh... pale flesh that would make an excellent canvas.

Briefly, in Luis' mind, he saw the goth teen getting a tattoo, hanging out with Jordan and him, getting fucked and moaning in bliss. He'd learn what it was like to be with manly men, and maybe in part they'd learn how to be a bit bolder like him. The heat in Luis' groin reached boiling point and he shook his head quickly, trying to snap out of it.

He'd never been that... thirsty... before, never that lusty. Luis took a seat in the middle of the bus, just a few rows from the rear exit. He sunk down in the seat and crossed his arms over his lap... although crossing his arms like that only showed off his muscles, and now his tattoo. He looked at his arm, how amazing the tattoo looked.

The pride he had in his own appearance was like a drug. After a life of feeling bland, boring, generic, useless, and just a little bit other, he finally was starting to look handsome. It almost seemed like a trade off because he had never felt more confused, scared, and frustrated. The gnawing sense that he wasn't doing enough had grown so strong, and the guilt of not coming out was a terrible weight on his shoulders. He was able to bare it most of the time, but every so often something would take him out at the knees.

'Is she a girlfriend, or just a friend?' The question was innocuous, but it was like poison being asked every time he admitted to knowing a female. It didn't matter if they were in a committed relationship, if they were too many years different, if they were a lesbian. His parents thought that their son should have someone - as long as that someone was a woman. A great, hefty sigh left Luis' lips as he all but melted in his seat, laying his head against the window, feeling the vibration of the bus rattling through him.

How much easier it would be if the bus rolled over the horizon and into a great fog, or if he fell asleep and didn't have to wake up... but in the midst of that turmoil, from in that very dark place, one pang still reached out for him. What would Jordan feel if he disappeared? Luis knew the answer to that question. Jordan would be very sad, lonely even. The lust and depression were both tempered in his heart. Luis knew he had to recuperate, to rejuvenate, to do some self care in every sense of the word.

Looking up, Luis recognized the landmarks of his neighborhood. Afterall, he had barely made the trip a half hour prior in the other direction. Without thinking, Luis' hand shot up and pulled the metal cord, and then he froze. He'd never been able to reach it sitting down. His arms hadn't been long enough. What had even prompted him to try? He looked up slowly, following the increased length of his arm all the way up to where it had pulled the stop indicator.

The bus stopped, the doors opened. Luis sat there for too many moments until both the bus driver and the goth were staring at him. He got up and slipped off the bus, sighing. He made it to his apartment building, moved past the mail box and to the stairs, climbing up. Somehow it seemed more relaxing than the elevator, and his legs had been a bit stiff, like they wanted a workout. There was so much to figure out and a sick day was the perfect way to do it.

The door to the apartment clicked open and Luis stepped inside. For some reason he felt like he had to be quiet... His neighbors didn't care that he was back already, but he felt like he was getting away with something. He took a few steps before realizing he had forgotten to empty his pockets like always. Luis reached up and ran his fingers through his wavy hair. THis was ridiculous. He had to center himself.

The young man closed his eyes and unfastened his belt, letting his pants slip to the floor. He stepped on the toes of his left shoe to pop his foot out, then did the same for the other. Taking a step, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall into the heap he had left behind. Reaching his bed by instinct alone, Luis climbed into bed and laid back on his matress.

It should have been a relief; the mattress was cool, the pillow as comfortable as ever. There never seemed to be a day as long as a day called out of work. Eight and a half hours could feel like a lifetime. It had only taken him minutes to get home - and yet it wasn't right. Luis rolled over onto his stomach, huffing his breath into his pillow. He tried one side, then the other before he groaned. He threw his pillow in frustration and kicked his blanket off.

After laying on his flat mattress for a few moments, he turned and eyed the heap of linen he had made on the floor. Considering for a moment, Luis climbed out of bed and moved over, settling down on the pile of bedding and clothes he'd made. With some slight adjustment, he actually started to feel more relaxed. His head hit the pillow, his eyes fluttered shut and he felt the tension start to leave his muscles. As crazy as it was, this felt... right. It was his own little nest.

So many of life's vital functions are bound to an involuntary, automatic process measured by centuries of evolution, but susceptible to outside influence. Sleep should have been a time for calm, a time for rest, for the system to heal and rejuvenate. Luis' sleep had been anything but. He had twitched, he had wrestled with his bedding, he had dreamed dreams befitting a beast... and he was liking it.

With his racing heart and active muscles, Luis had worked up a sweat. His skin was clammy, his hair was a tangled wild mess, his fingernails were digging into the linen. Even his breathing was accelerated. Hours had passed, though he still would have been at work. The sun had crept along the sky, its rays catching the smog and the skyscrapers, sending out fans of orange gold light that raked through Luis' apartment.

As some of the rays moved over Luis' olive tone skin, his hair seemed to darken in response, trying to protect him. His arm hair thickened, his skin toughening and tightening, losing some of its youthful pliability. Luis shifted more, his right ear twitching as it took on a faint point soon matched by its counterpart.

All that bundled up energy was trapped, confined, it had nowhere to go while he was asleep - so it conspired for a release. At first it tried to stimulate Luis, giving him dreams of humping and fucking, of sowing his wild oats. His body succeeded in producing a raging erection, but not rousing him. If lust was not the key to victory, then his instincts would have to take another course.

A deep, loud, resounding rumble echoed from Luis' empty stomach. His muscles clenched, his body twitched and then the stomach rumbled again. Hazy, tired, yellow eyes snapped open. Luis bore his teeth in frustration before he got up, stumbling to his feet. His too-long toenails caught in the carpet, forcing him to adjust his stance, lifting his feet higher.

A few strides took him into the kitchen and his hands tore open the fridge. His eyes surveyed the top shelf... Eggs seemed like they might fill his hunger, but they were messy and he wanted something more substantial. The tuna didn't smell quite right anymore... but then he saw it, his salvation. A bowl of browned hamburger intended for fajitas was sitting in the middle shelf. Luis could feel the saliva building in his mouth.

The foil crinkled as it was peeled back, cast aside carelessly. Luis lifted the bowl up to his lips, tipped it back and let the brown morsels tumble into his waiting maw. He chewed them up, letting his hot mouth activate the spiced flavor. He savored it, moaning before he gulped it down. As it hit his stomach, his body thanked him for the fuel. Luis' nipples tightened, his cock throbbed and he soon polished off the bowl of meat.

With the entire serving of beef gulped down, Luis discarded the bowl and wandered away from the kitchen, still dressed only in his underwear. He looked down at the furious tent his cock had made, a mad smile crossing his lips. He pulled the waistband back, looking at his soft, downy black bush and his hard member.

Luis tucked his underwear down under his shaft and gave his pelvis a few shakes, letting his meat wobble and shudder. He groaned. It felt so good! He wrapped his fingers around his shaft as he moved back toward his nest, stroking the flesh up and down. He grinned softly, feeling the skin tug and shift, pushing up around the head of his cock before slipping back.

The nervousness, the shyness, and the uncertainty that plagued Luis had remained dormant from his nap. What had woken was the animal, the beast, the creature. He brought his other hand up and wrapped it around his cock too, starting to thrust his hips into both hands. His cock responded by stretching longer and thicker, blood rushing in. The flesh shifted from olive to faintly purple and then red, getting waxier, slicker, and then more pointed.

As the cock plumped in his hands, Luis threw his head back, his teeth starting to come to sharper points. The young man groaned, throwing his head back, panting hard as new soft black hairs burst out of his cheeks, trickling down to the jaw bone as his brow swelled outward. The hair on his arms got incredibly thick, joined by the hair on his legs. His skin was slowly being obscured, and even his bush was getting in on the action as a trail of hair swept up around his navel, branching out across his stomach.

With each heartbeat, Luis' balls swelled larger and thicker, heavier in their sack before bristling black fur spread over the flesh, encasing it completely. Luis roared even harder, his fingernails darkening and curving into claws as he jacked himself off. The change was too hot, too amazing, too much - and then he came, sending out rope after rope of cum from his now canine phallus.

Luis felt all his energy, his blood, his focus travel to his cock like a lightning rod. He came more intensely than he had at work, blasting off like a fire hose all over his nest, soaking his clothes and bedding until he had nothing left to give - though his cock kept trying. As his orgasm did its best impression of a dry heave, Luis collapsed onto his soaked bedding and passed out, finally getting the restful slumber he had been searching for.

The creature, now well spent, settled into dreams of a great, dense forest with ample room to run, to walk, to lay beneath. He dreamed of howling out into the wilderness, but it was a sound Luis knew well, a sound he had been wanting to make on a subconscious level for years. It was the howl of longing, a howl to signal a mate, a howl that would bring loneliness to an end.

Luis found himself in the dream, trying to find that sound, to hear an echo. He ran on his feet through the woods, picking up speed. He started to fall and landed on all fours, but he didn't stop. No, this way he could run even faster, even better. He sought out a companion howl, he looked for it, he looked for... Jordan. Once more Luis' eyes snapped open, his heart racing. He blinked a few times, the yellow in his gaze fading back to brown. He looked up to his apartment window and the stars that were emerging from the veil. He had slept all day, but things were starting to clear. He knew what he had to do, though he had to get dressed first.

Day and night, dusk and dawn. The city had so many moods, and they were so easy to see on the bus. Things were already quieting down. Dinnertime had passed, most people were back at home - though not all. Luis looked out of the window at the passing landscape, watching strip malls roll by, then the parkade, then the amphitheater. It was so pretty at night with the lights on the brick steps. The bus kept pace, leaving the heart of the town behind, navigating along a network of artificial lakes until Luis spotted the familiar blue and gray exterior of the home repair store peeking up from a line of trees, lit well even at dusk.

He felt a bit embarrassed as he stood and pulled on the wire, trying to as little attention to himself as possible. The bus lurched and jerked as it came to a stop, but Luis had no trouble adjusting his center of gravity. He was planted as firmly as a tree trunk, wardrobe notwithstanding. As the transport stopped and the doors hissed open, Luis walked carefully to the steps and disembarked, careful not to leave his shoes behind.

Looking up ahead, the parking lot seemed dauntingly large for the condition he was in, but he had no other choice. Luis began his trek, his shoes slapping against the warm cement, trying to slip off. Awaking from his slumber, Luis had discovered that his clothes no longer fit right. His heels stuck out of the back of his shoes. He was showing off ankles, wrists, and his stomach which was hairier than before. He shouldn't have even left the house, looking like a giant in middle school clothes, but he had to find Jordan.

It was a long walk from the bus stop to the store, enough for Luis to realize how hot the day must have been if it were that hot at dusk still. Between the lingering heat of the day and his fevered dreams soaking him with sweat, he felt cooked to the bone. When those huge automatic doors slid open, revealing the interior of the home supply store, the wash of cool air was like a godsend. Luis stood there for a moment, letting it engulf him before he reluctantly resumed his journey, looking around.

The lofty ceilings gave room for the heat to rise before the air was caught and pulled through industrial air conditioners. The store lighting was a little soft compared to most retailers, but after coming in from outside it was like mood lighting. The smell of fresh cut wood scented the air. The store seemed to go on for miles and miles like an aircraft hangar, and each aisle was two, almost three stories tall. It was an imposing space, and yet an oddly comfortable one.

Luis wandered like a lost man through the aisles, heading to Jordan's usual haunt by lawn care. Nothing. He went back to weaving up and down the aisles, wondering if he'd gotten Jordan's schedule wrong. By the time he made it to plywood, he had to stop and close his eyes. Luis felt his heart racing again, his skin clammy, his mind reeling. He tried to shut it all out, to close it all off. He emptied his mind of everything... everything was still, everything was silence... except the pitter pat of sneakers. The steps were uneven, a little clumsy, the result of being too big for the space one occupied.

A smile crossed his lips and Luis turned without opening his eyes. He went back the way he had come, slipped down the middle aisle and turned, coming to a stop. Luis opened his eyes and Jordan was there, nearly crashing into him carrying a large piece of window insulation.

"Woah, dude, I didn't-" Jordan stopped dead, "LUIS!" he said in shock.

"Jordan, I don't know what's going on with me but I had to see you." Luis said. Jordan's lips moved a few times but no words came out until he looked him over again. He could tell it was his friend, but he looked so different. He was Luis to the second degree; taller, broader, hairier...

"Luis..." He whispered, inhaling slowly. Luis looked at Jordan and then smelled something different. His friend's natural scent had gotten a little spicier. He tilted his head, looked at him, and then looked down at Jordan's growing bulge. Luis looked back up, his jaw dropping.

"Jordan!" He exclaimed. Jordan blushed and reached up to rub his neck with his free hand. He chuckled nervously.

"Uh, I think I better put this down, call out sick... and try to put the puzzle pieces together." Jordan said. Luis tried to look affronted, but he couldn't muster it. Even when Jordan was being clumsy, he somehow managed to say the perfect thing. After the hard day he had, it just felt right to be with Jordan and even better that he'd call out at the drop of a hat like that. There was no plan in the universe that seemed better than that. Luis nodded gently.

"I'll be waiting by the entrance." he said, knowing he could bask under the cool air jets blasting the interior. Jordan nodded rapidly, glancing both ways before he resumed his walk, carrying the insulation to its destination as his last task for the day.

Quacking filtered up from the lake, a pair of ducks squabbling over a night time roost. It was sort of a shame. Chain Link fences surrounded the lakes in the area. Their purpose had never been clear to Luis, though it was the last thing on his mind. He hunched over beside Jordan's car, peeling off his shirt as Jordan opened the passenger doors. Luis threw his shirt into the back seat, kicked his shoes off into the back and settled down in the front seat, his pants so tight and small they looked like capris.

Jordan moved around to the driver side and got in, shutting the door and turning on the car. The dashboard illuminated with red light, the radio snapping on though Jordan silenced it with the palm of his hand. He flicked the air conditioning on high and made sure all the doors were shut, letting the air cool down steadily.

Luis had all but melted into the passenger side seat, leaning against the chair, sprawled out. Jordan said nothing for several moments, looking at his friend. It was obvious what he had become, Jordan remembered it well. What he didn't understand was how... but a parking lot at night was no place for that. Checking both ways, Jordan pulled out and began the drive home, checking on Luis every block and a half. He was so overheated that he wasn't talking much. Jordan swallowed a bit.

"There's some water under the seat, but it might be hot..." Jordan murmured. Luis reached a hand under the seat, slinking it around, batting away some burger wrappers before he came up with the bottle. He popped the seal and clenched his hand around the bottle, spraying the water into his mouth - and all over his face and bare chest. Jordan winced a bit at the spill, though he did like the look of Luis with a wet chest. He was built.

"Thanks..." Luis murmured.

"It's going to be okay, you'll get through this. My place is air conditioned." Jordan said. Luis looked over at Jordan, one eye yellow and one eye brown for a moment before the yellow faded. He blinked, trying to clear his head. He could smell Jordan, he could smell things that made him think of emotions. He had sensed lust in the store, but now he smelled something else. Concern, maybe? Protection? But not... shock.

"You've been through this?" Luis asked. Jordan looked over, an eyebrow arching.

"You're that intuitive already?" he asked. Luis groaned softly, leaning back. Jordan reached over and rubbed his shoulder, "We're almost there buddy, just a little while more." he said, looking up to make sure they didn't veer off the road.

Three locks clicked and unlocked in sequence before the old wood door lurched open and Jordan moved in, his arm wrapped around Luis. All at once the smell of the place swarmed around Luis. He could smell Jordan on everything, though it wasn't a bad smell. He looked around the bungalow style home. On the one hand, it didn't adjoin any neighbors so there was more privacy, but on the other hand the entire house would have fit inside of Luis' loft apartment.

The one blessing, though, was that Jordan had left the air conditioner on all day and the tiny home had been filled with the cool air. Luis exhaled slowly, collapsing onto the couch, starting to feel more human. Jordan ran to the kitchen and opened the top and bottom simultaneously, pulling out small disc shaped plastic cooler packs and a bottle of aloe. He returned to the couch and sat down next to Jordan, proffering his finds.

"Drink this, and put these on your body." Jordan said.

"That's a terrible pickup line." Luis muttered, blushing a bit. He had never realized that Jordan was gay until he smelled it on him at his work. All that time, all their hanging out, all his fantasies and his daydreams... It had been wasted time. They both felt the same way, at least when it came to men.

"What can I say, I'm down to basics on that sort of thing." Jordan said, "The ice packs will break the fever, and the aloe-" Jordan paused, "I'm not sure why it helps but it does."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on? Why you recognized this?" Luis asked. Jordan grimaced, reaching to put one of the coolers on Luis' forehead and another on his chest. Luis moaned, leaning his head back, embracing the cold.

"Well, I guess... it happened to me when I was eighteen. I was at a party after senior skip day. Things got rowdy, out of hand. One thing led to another, and then I started having the symptoms you're having now. I stumbled through it, trial and error, and..." Jordan hesitated. Luis looked up at Jordan.

"It's a disease?" Luis asked, "But we didn't do anything together... yet." He added in the minute hope that his fantasies could come true. He was too tired to be embarrassed, to hot to be shy. Jordan shifted a bit.

"Well, sort of a disease I guess... I mean, it's... lycanthropy." Jordan said. Luis looked over, sure that in his fever addled state he hadn't heard correctly.

"What?" Luis asked. Jordan exhaled a bit.

"Lycanthropy, werewolfism." Jordan said, "It built like a wildfire in me until it exploded, though with a lot of practice I can keep it at a small ember most of the time."

"You're a werewolf." Luis repeated in disbelief, "And you're saying I am too? That's nuts. I'm not even saying I believe you, but doesn't that take some kind of mystical bite or something?"

"Well, yeah, that's what I can't understand. We didn't really share any drinks recently, not that I think it can be spread that way." Jordan leaned back and considered for a moment, looking at himself and then at Luis, his eyes moving over the changes to his friend's body. Luis was ripped now, his muscles pert and perky. It really showed off his tattoo well. Jordan's eyes widened at that and he reached out and touched Luis' fully healed tattoo.

Luis looked to the hand on his arm and smiled, but then realized the significance. He looked up at Jordan's arm, his sleeve barely covering the bottom edge of the tattoo. Luis' jaw dropped a bit.

"That little shit, he didn't sterilize the tattoo gun right..." Luis said. Jordan nodded quickly.

"You're right! He did my arm first, must have gotten distracted, and went right in to you. A little bit of contamination and you got what I had." Jordan said.

"I told you! I knew that those places weren't safe." Luis said. Jordan laughed.

"You just became a werewolf, and you still want to tell me you were right about how dangerous a tattoo parlor is?" Jordan asked. Luis shook his head.

"Hey, I don't know about the rest of it, but I do know that I was right about that first thing." Luis said. Jordan smirked softly and closed his eyes, lowering his head. Jordan's large frame didn't seem so big to Luis any more, though ever so slowly it seemed like he was pushing past his six foot two limits. His shirt tightened over his broad shoulders as they started to expand. His scruffy sand colored beard crept up his cheeks, dominating them in moments, exceeding the normal spread most men had. Even his wheat colored sandy blonde hair began to stretch out, taking up more volume.

Luis watched in disbelief as Jordan's brow pushed forward, expanding and swelling. His ears began to throb and stretch into points, his lips pushed out over growing teeth. His fingernails darkened, turning from pearl to brown to black, curving into wicked claws that sunk into his fingers. Stitches started to pop in Jordan's shirt before the fabric strained and tore, furry meaty pecs jutting out with pert, plump nipples.

Ribs popped, his spine stretched, his arms bulked out. His scent was changing, getting a lot more woody. The button popped off his pants, his zipper started wrenching down as a bulge of underwear clad manhood oozed out. Jordan flicked his head as his skull popped and contorted, working out into a short muzzle. His nose darkened and upturned, whiskers stretching out from his beard. Gleaming yellow eyes opened as claws popped through the tips of his shoes.

Luis watched at first in shock, then awe, then amazement. Now the feeling was turning into something more. His own erection was back in full force as he looked at his best friend. Jordan had always been a hunk to admire, but now? Now he was an animal beast... one that he wanted to rut. Luis felt his fever flare back and the ice packs weren't going to help.

"And I'm like this?" Luis asked, scooting closer to Jordan. Jordan stretched a bit before nodding.

"Yeah, you probably already had a few episodes you don't remember." Jordan said. Luis nodded softly, reaching a hand over, resting it on Jordan's erection. Jordan froze at that. Luis smiled softly.

"I remember some of it... I really got a kick out of pleasuring myself. Maybe we could do it, together? Next to each other? Moral support?" he asked, admiring the contours of Jordan's modified face, his muzzle, his ears, his fuzz. It was all amazing.

Jordan looked at Luis in a new light. Becoming the animal revealed truths about one's self, and as long as he had known Luis, he had never seen this side of him. He had to admit, he kind of liked it. He smirked a bit, blushing beneath his fuzzy cheeks.

"I remember what a horn dog I was when I first got the change... And the orgasms, fuck... Have you- Wait, have you?" Jordan asked. Luis grinned and nodded, his cock quivering just at the memory.

"I have, I was so messy. But... is that why this place smells like you?" Luis asked. Jordan nodded and reached down, opening up his pants. He pulled down his underwear and revealed a fat, plump, red, pepper shaped canine cock that slapped into the fuzz on his stomach. It was big, thick, and very hard. Jordan reached down, curling a clawed hand around it as he started to stroke up and down, up and down, up and down. It was almost hypnotic.

Luis realized he had just been staring for several moments. He reached down and withdrew his own member, trapped half way between looking human and canine. He wrapped his own fingers around it and started to stroke off, sighing as he leaned back. It felt SO good, and it was enhanced by the company. There they were, shoulder to shoulder, jerking off together. Suddenly the heat didn't seem so bad, it felt almost right... just like their tattoos.

In his hand, his cock surged longer and thicker, turning redder. Luis moaned, looking over at Jordan. It was harder to tell with his fur sprouting, but they had the same tattoo. They had the same mark. They were bonded, and it had been with that tattoo that they shared this new profound link. They were werewolves, they were brothers, they were packmates. Luis groaned again, his cock throbbing as it warped and shifted to fully match Jordan's. He snarled, showing off fangs forming in his mouth.

"Yeah... let out the wolf." Jordan murmured, thrusting into his hand more, lifting his hips off the couch. He had done pretty well to tame the beast inside, but now it was inspired seeing his scrawny friend grow and grow into a beast. Jordan's eyes gleamed a brighter yellow as he sniffed the air, grunting, bones popping as he grew a bit bigger. He added a second hand, double fisting himself, "Burst out, be the beast!" he growled in a deep, resonating voice.

Luis quickly latched onto his cock with his other hand, shocking himself when he saw claws and black fur on it. It was so strong, so big, and soon his right hand grew to match. He jerked off in a heated frenzy, moaning as his brow thickened, his ears tingled and stretched, and the fuzz that had crept down his cheeks blossomed outwards. Hairs poked through in rapid succession, spreading across his cheeks, under his jaw, down his neck and around his mouth. His hair got bigger, frizzier, almost like a lion's mane.

The sound of the two jerking off was audible, especially as Jordan began to ooze clear pre that made his movements slick and fast, hot and hurried. He moaned hard, biting his lip as the fur dominated his torso, his legs, his feet. What garments he had forgotten to remove started to bulge and stretch, then tear as they finally gave away. The color was blanching from his fur, disappearing. It shifted from the color of wheat to the color of snow, leaving him a white wolf with a furious cock.

Luis sniffed the air, smelling all the things he'd never expected to understand. He smelled lust, manliness, animal heat, companionship, longing - and for once... it wasn't his longing. It was Jordan's. Luis looked over at the white werewolf next to him, at his hard cock, and at his tail that was growing behind him, pinned to the couch. Luis realized for the first time in his life, he was looking... down at Jordan - not as criticism, but literally.

In moments Luis' spine had stretched, packing on inches until he was taller than his friend, and he hadn't even gone full wolf. Jordan's muzzle had grown out, his fur covered his body, his feet were paws and his hands were hybrids... and yet Luis was bigger. His pecs, his arms, his legs, his back. Luis threw his head back, groaning as his jaw pushed out from his skull, taking his nose with it. As his mouth grew bigger, calcium and enamel flowed, reshaping his teeth, forming into big fangs.

Luis grunted hard as the black fur swept around his eyes, covered his ears, moved down his back and chest - and still he jerked off, pumping that fat doggie dick into his clawed hands, looking at how shiny and red it was, how big and plump. Soon it squirted out clear pre, adding to the spicy muskiness of the room. Jordan shivered at the scent, his fur standing up on end. He whimpered and whined, panting hard, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth.

The changing youth grunted and growled, his vocal cords shifting, dropping his voice lower. The black fur finished dominating Luis' body, his eyes a bright amber. He still heard pops and snaps in his back, his head, his feet, but they were coming further and farther between. The couch was sagging under the mass of the two werewolves and it groaned with each thrust they produced, but it wasn't enough.

Luis sat there, pumping into his hands, but his eyes were set on Jordan. For so long he had been an unattainable crush, just out of arm's reach. In that moment at the store, he'd smelled Jordan's arousal, realized he was gay. He wasn't unattainable anymore. He was right there. They were pack brothers after all. Luis turned and lunged, pushing Jordan onto the couch.

There was a tangle of confused fur, of hot bodies wrestling and readjusting before Jordan was on his back and Luis was on top. Their wet, hot wolf cocks slapped into one another and Jordan went limp on the couch. Luis reached down, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks, giving them a few strokes and humps together. Jordan whimpered again, muzzle hanging open.

Luis leaned down, tilting his head, turning it so their muzzles lined up in inverse and his tongue plunged down. Jordan swallowed at the tongue greedily, pulling it in before wrestling it with his own, the two kissing in a dangerous fang filled embrace. Luis gave their cocks a few more strokes before he pulled back a little and grabbed Jordan by the legs.

As ambitious and overt as he was as a human, Jordan seemed perfectly content to let his legs get pried apart, revealing his tail and his hole. Luis brought his hard, hot cock down, the pointed tip testing against the tight ring of muscle Jordan had. Jordan squirmed more, panting and moaning, groaning - until Luis gave him what he wanted.

With one simple thrust, he started to push in. Their friendship was forever changed. Luis began pushing in inch after inch in furtive thrusts, moaning. Jordan was tight and deep and warm. Jordan moaned too, glad that Luis was so big in every way. His feet started to dig into the couch arm, cutting through the fabric, the stuffing, all the way down to the wood.

Luis held himself there for a moment before he pulled back and thrust in again, regaining the ground he had lost and then some. He pulled back and thrust again, getting deeper. His cock gushed forth more pre, making the experience slick, wet, and slippery. He moved with far more ease, his puppy pecker going so deep it probed the interior of Jordan's depths, striking flesh that was a narrow barrier between the passage and his prostate.

Jordan let out a howl and came, gushing forth yellowed, musky wolf cum across both of their stomachs. Luis grinned, liking the result, and tested again, trying to strike the same spot. Jordan howled even louder, cumming more. Luis grinned a merciless grin, changing his target. He didn't try to get deeper, he started hitting that g-spot over and over and over and over.

The howl became a drunken murmur of lust, his eyes glazed over as he spewed forth a geyser of semen, showering them both until their stomachs and chests were soaked and the excess dribbled down to saturate the bungalow with the smell of manly wolves. Jordan's mind started to rework and rewire. This was what he had been waiting for all his life, a mate that could push all his buttons, a mate that could make him feel what he deserved to feel like. He was the beta, and Luis was his alpha.

Jordan moaned more as his tail started to grow fluffier, bigger, wider, plumper. The fur sprouted outwards, giving it more volume. The heat of change swept over his body, new mass forming in his hips, his ass, giving him more of a foundation to fuck. His shoulders widened again, his neck thickened, his arms and legs grew. It was one last push of growth, one last surge of the werewolf, but his fate was already sealed.

Years of being versatile were melting away. Jordan was so horny, so hungry, so thirsty, so needy - and all for Luis. He was his, he was his everything. He moaned and came and came, spraying until his huge fat balls had been drained. The geyser slowly depleted and he gasped, moaning, quivering beneath his new master.

A clawed hand reached up, wrapping around Luis' arm where the tattoo had been applied, where it was hiding beneath that dark fur. Without words, Luis knew that this gesture was a pledge, a promise. Jordan... was his. Luis had attained the unattainable, had won over his friend, had wooed his crush. Luis threw his head back and let out a howl to rattle the windows as he came.

Every messy orgasm Luis had at work or at his apartment paled in comparison as his balls churned, his cock quivered, and he delivered a powerful, high pressure flow into Jordan's ass. He was pumping his boyfriend full of his wolf batter, shuddering at the intensity. The orgasm ripped through his brain as well, the fires cementing his place. He was the alpha, the protector, the daring boyfriend. He groaned as his cock started to stretch again, growing longer and wider.

In the back of his memory he had a flash of a documentary, a nature channel show, explaining to what shreds of his human mind remained that the bloating pressure he felt on his cock was something specific, a knot, tying them together for the mating. The enhanced flesh did indeed lock their bodies together, making it impossible to pull back. That was fine with Luis. As he came, his shoulders took their last push at growth, his spine lengthening, his tail expanding and growing out behind him. He was a gigantic black werewolf, cock locked in a more average sized white wolf.

"You sexy lobo..." Jordan muttered. Luis smirked, recognizing the word. On the surface it meant wolf, of course, but it had other connotations; ancient, deadly, wise. All the confidence he had lacked as a human were gone. He was sexy, he had a boyfriend, he had a mate. There was no doubt. He was worth it, he was worth anything. He was a beast to be respected and admired, but even more, to be loved.

Luis draped his tired body over his lover and Jordan sighed happily, loving the feeling of getting squashed beneath so much fur and flesh. He wrapped his limbs around his big dark boyfriend and held on, closing his eyes and embracing warmly. Luis licked his boyfriend's muzzle a few times before he fully relaxed, content to lay there, still giving miniscule aftershocks of cum deep into his ass.

Wet, lewd sucking and slurping sounds echoed in the loft apartment's roomy interior. Their fiery night had become a fiery day, then two days as werewolves before they had finally started to revert. It had been hot, sexy, sultry, but Jordan's apartment needed a chance to air out. In the cover of darkness they had returned to Luis' place, snuck in, locked the door and waited for dawn to rise.

They had made it as far as Luis' couch before Jordan professed his needs, and as a dutiful alpha, Luis sat down, brought out his cock, and fed his beta. Jordan bobbed his head up and down on the fat alpha cock before him, sucking down all the pre and cum it had to offer. As much as Luis loved looking at Jordan nursing from him, his eyes had been cast to the decorative mirrors sat opposite the couch.

The man looking back at him from his reflection seemed almost like an alien. He appeared human for the moment, other than the cock lodged in Jordan's throat... but he was so far from where he had started. Luis towered at six foot four, boasting over three hundred pounds of mass. They'd snagged a gray t-shirt on the way home, but it clung to his thick pectorals and washboard abs like latex. Curls of dark hair poked up from the collar.

His arms were beefy and the tattoo was as dark as ever. His body was big, and so was the beard he had grown. His olive tone skin seemed to compliment the bushy, thick beard well. It looked like it had taken years to grow, but it had simply been there when the wolf slipped back into the human. Luis reached up, combing his fingers through it, inch after inch.

There was uncertainty, for sure. There was no good way to explain what had happened at work. No human simply tripled in size in the course of a week. He would probably have to explain to his family. He'd have to find a new job... But none of that mattered. He was big, he was proud, he was confident, and he was in love.

Luis reached down and pulled Jordan off his canine cock, a string of cum connecting his shaft to Jordan's mouth before he eagerly licked it up, looking at Luis with adoring eyes. Luis pulled him in and they kissed, savoring the manly flavor between them. Jordan repositioned and sat on Luis' lap, sitting cock to cock, grinding as they kissed. Luis growled happily as their tongues tangled, content with what the mark of the pack had brought them both.

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