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Creating a Monster Written by Leo_Todrius and LandLurker

There was a frenetic energy that came each fall to Pinecreek university - it was almost electric. Students would flow into campus with youth and vitality, energy and exuberance all while nature itself was on the steady decline from summer to autumn. The freshman dorms were no exception, and even two weeks in there was still that energy of being in a new place, on their own for the first time. It was something that Omri appreciated, even if the dorms were a lot... smaller than he expected.

The eighteen year old sat at the desk in his third floor dorm, his laptop taking up the space before him. The late afternoon sun caught the auburn hues in his otherwise brown hair. He had a modest height at five foot seven, a fair build. The weather had been so hot he wore a teal tank top and khaki cargo shorts, showing off how youthful his shoulders and legs were. It was a bit of a runner's build, but Omri was considering alternatives. In fact, he was considering alternatives to a lot of things.

Omri's side of the room looked to be right out of a department store display with the matching comforter and pillow cases, the immaculate closet of all new clothes, the neatly arranged school supplies on the shelf. That cleanliness stopped abruptly at the halfway point of the room, a difference of day and night to the way his roommate kept things.

As if there were an agreement for each of them to keep to their sides, Brent's half would immediately catch the attention of anyone coming into the room. Last night's clothes were left in a pile at the end of his bed, his desk adorned with various personalized stickers of bands that Omri could barely make out the names of, and the bed itself left a mess after his roommate set out for the night. Studying didn't seem to be on his agenda, usually returning in the mornings disheveled but happy. At least it meant there wouldn't be any music bleeding out from his headphones into the room.

He was older, having just turned twenty. Somehow this never got in the way of him picking up beer where he could, given that Brent was a little over six feet tall and had a long head of hair that continued down into a similarly-sized beard. It didn't suit what you'd expect of someone who'd end up coming to Pinecreek, but so far he wasn't having any issues with the clash of cultures. Instead, he made it his own where he could, and the dorm was a perfect example of it.

If anything, the one thing Omri would've wanted to have changed was the odd smell that seemed to linger over all of Brent's possessions. From his sheets, to his clothes, to Brent himself, they all had an odor that wasn't necessarily bad but was definitely noticeable. Strong and masculine, like a gym even though he was rarely ever seen at one, making his large stature a question to many.

It had taken Omri a few days to get used to the scent - well, as used to it as he could. Every time he came back from class it hit him like a brick, but after a few minutes it faded away into the background, almost like Brent's music. Omri reached up and scratched at his arm a bit, smiling to himself a little. Sure, he had wound up with a rather unexpected roommate... but there were some perks. Brent was big, he was strong, people liked to offer him stuff. And if Omri ever developed the taste for beer, he was sure he'd be a good source. All in all, it was memorable, but not too bad.

Omri let out a bit of a sigh, staring at his paper. It was a Friday night and he'd been working on it since he got out of class at two. Perhaps it was time to unwind a little, to let off some steam. He looked out of the window at the beautiful view of the lawn below dotted with folding chairs and blankets, overlooking the river beyond bordered by meticulously laid stone slabs. Beyond all that was the wilderness, pine trees that had given the college its name.

Tonight must've been important for his roommate, a wrinkled calendar posted by the window had the current Friday circled and a second date later in the month as well. Perhaps Brent was at a concert or something, having seemed excited and anxious to get out of class and start the weekend early. The part of town Pinecreek was in didn't fit Brent's style at all. Omri guessed his roommate took off as soon as he could, planning to leave until Monday.

The thoughts were almost enough that, with a blink, Omri caught sight of someone standing at the edge of the wilderness. It would've been easy to miss, slowly slinking back among the trees as the sun began setting. Camping out there seemed unusual, given it was still so close to civilization you wouldn't be able to see the stars, but what really caught his attention was that it felt like the figure was staring right back at him... He turned his attention back to his laptop and with a sigh he closed it and stood, stretching.

"All work and no play..." Omri murmured. There was so much of the campus he hadn't seen yet, and he wanted to take it all in. Maybe after a walk, a soda, seeing some stars try to poke through the light pollution, maybe then he'd be able to get some more work done. Omri grabbed his keys and moved to the door, stepping out and locking it behind him, heading off to enjoy the evening.

**** The heavens had filled with shades of violet and navy, offset with the glowing orange embers of the campus lights protesting the night. Omri's walk had been cathartic, his paper finished, and the whole weekend ahead of him. He'd passed out in bed, curled up, his breathing soft and steady. He didn't even hear the lock to the dorm click as it was unlocked.

Brent sniffed, his breaths were ragged and bated as he crept into his own room. The glowing, yellow eyes fixed on his roommate as a paw gently shut the door behind the massive beast. He was going to get his Alpha tonight, and the mere thought of that inspired a glistening trail to begin pouring onto the carpeted floor, marking his path across the room. Brent's excitement was obvious, having had to fight to stay quiet during the operation.

Every inch of the crimson shaft that was jutting out from his shaggy legs seemed to glisten as Omri's neat closet was examined. One of Brent's paws braced the top shelf, his hips jerking forward and pressing the beastly tool against his roommate's apparel. The hot, slick shaft rested on the soft, cool cotton and a silvery puddle began to pour across it.

Warm pre was both produced and soaked up quickly, the other paw kneading the creature's knot and coaxing as much out as possible. A stifled snarl was inevitable, caught just before it could leave his rumbling chest. The pace quickened, as did the flow of fluid now dripping from the shelves, dribbling down the slacks and collecting in Omri's sneakers. It took all the willpower Brent had to not simply let loose a proper mess and a howl, knowing it'd all work out better if his Alpha was unaware of the plan.

Two feet away, Omri stirred in his sleep, rolling over onto his stomach. The musky, woody, spicy scent had grown so strong in the narrow confines of the room that it was invading his dreams. Omri began to gently hump his mattress in his sleep, a startling progression for a youth that Brent had not even caught masturbating yet.

The werewolf staggered back, panting heavily as he continued to pump his length. His black lips pulled back into a fanged grin as he saw what his pheromones were doing to Omri, condensed in the dorm without a place to go. Brent thought about taking his roommate right then and there, fucking him ragged and bringing the beast out, but had to pull his lycanthropic instincts back once again. Instead he turned and stormed into the bathroom.

The slow, rough breaths from when he entered had been long-since replaced with a frantic, horny panting. The thought of finally having someone to mount him was more than enough to elicit a massive eruption of thick, feral seed across the ground and into the shower. Brent dropped to the ground, half inside and half out of the stall as his knot swelled and another surge of cum splattered over the drain and began flowing into it.

Brent sighed, satisfied. It was a pity to waste such virile cum, but stealth was supposed to be a priority. Grabbing onto the side of the shower, he stood, tail flicking in the twilight of his orgasm while he turned and admired the work he did on the closet in the other room. Now he just needed to wait until the morning, he thought, moving back towards the door.

****

The harsh buzz of the alarm clock slowly wormed its way down through the layers of Omri's dreams until it coaxed him toward consciousness. He groaned into his pillow, reaching out to swat the snooze button, opening one eye to check the time. Then both eyes snapped open.

"What the fuck..." Omri muttered under his breath. It was already eleven thirty? Either he set his alarm wrong, or it had been going off for an hour and it didn't wake him or Brent up. He stumbled out of bed. He was late for a study session at the library. No time to get showered, no time for anything. Thankfully his backpack was already packed.

The eighteen year old moved over to his closet and grabbed a shirt, pulling it on over his head. He blinked a few times, taking a breath of the musky, spicy scent that was so intense in their dorm room, a quiver shooting through his shaft. He brushed it aside. He'd get fresh air outside. He pulled on his slacks, finding them a lot softer than he expected. He buttoned them up and grabbed his socks, sliding them on before popping his feet into his shoes... finding the soles oddly spongy.

Omri blinked in confusion, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Maybe it had been really humid over night? That could explain it... That had to be it. There was no time to question it. Omri tied his shoes and glanced in the mirror. His hair was a mess... but there was no time. He moved out of the door room and down the hall. Fresh air swept around him, almost surprising by its stark contrast to the manly scent of his room... but it wasn't all gone. That scent, that virile scent, seemed to be hanging around him as he moved, and it was almost comforting.

That persistent pleasure radiating from his groin remained as he thought about being stained by Brent's smell. It had to be why cats sniffed shoes and made that face, a scent so bad it was oddly good again? Sure, kids might say something about him... but what if they did? Who cared? And what if they guessed that was him? Maybe he was the one that went to the gym. It was laughable, but it was also a bit... exciting. As Omri took to the stairs, he reached to readjust himself, trying to find a better resting position for his junk.

**** Locking the door to the small unisex bathroom at the library, Brent checked his watch. Perhaps it was time to head over? His plans were coming together perfectly so far, there wasn't much reason to rush things now... And yet he couldn't help how restless he had become following the little visit he made last night. Unscrewing the cap to a bottle of water, he brought it up to his lips and gulped down a heavy swig. It was already decided, his roommate was going to be the one. And Brent was going to make damn sure he was a proper one.

The pills were nothing illicit, simply intended to induce a rut in breeding animals. A set of discarded instructions called for a gallon of water per capsule, and mentioned lacking any effect on humans. Still, Brent had purchased enough to last the month and felt the worst that could happen was nothing. Two crushed capsules were poured into the half-empty bottle, followed by a brief shake. Brent brought it down below his waist and pulled his zipper down, freeing an already-dripping shaft. A toothy grin spread over his face, ears twitching slightly as he watched the water and pre slowly rising back to the top.

Outside, an hour of study failed to ease the unusual morning wood Omri had woken up with. At best, it softened to a half-chub, but the slightest provocation made it stir with renewed vigor. The young man had tried to find a position that hid it from view, but people still gave him questioning looks - though perhaps that was more to the scent he was exuding - slightly soured, musty, leafy, mossy. It suited a big brute like Brent a lot more than the small bookworm, creating a curious clash of senses whenever they caught a whiff. It was even more obvious for the others among his study group, who knew it wasn't something normal.

Textbooks slammed abruptly on the table next to Omri, causing him to jump and look up. The owner of the books was made quickly evident when Brent leaned in to read what his roommate was studying. His bearded face brushed against Omri's cheek, causing Omri's shaft to go fully rock hard at the unexpected contact. He flushed, his heart racing.

"Figured it was you, wasting time straining your eyes." Brent grinned, not bothering to whisper as he pulled a chair in close and set a pair of plastic bottles next to Omri. "I just so happened to be coming by when I thought I saw someone familiar hunched over here. Decided I'd be a good friend and join. I even came bearing gifts."

"Thanks man, it is pretty hot out there." Omri said with a smile, grabbing one of the bottles. He popped the lid and took a swig before nearly coughing, "Dude, what is this? It's salty... Is it a sports drink?" he muttered, looking at it... though it looked perfectly clear. The study group looked at the two a bit uncomfortably, the smell getting even stronger with the two of them present.

"Uh, Omri, I think I've gotta cool my head. I'll check back later, okay?" Tobius said, running a hand over his frizzy hair as he stood up and excused himself. Sarah merely gave a polite head nod, excusing herself without so much as a word. Omri watched them go, looking back at Brent.

"So what brings you to the neighborhood?" he asked, taking another swig of the drink, trying to get used to the flavor. This time he managed to get a bigger gulp down.

Brent's gaze followed the bottle, it was hard to not grin as more and more of the fluid began flowing through his roommate. The scent of lust was obvious to Brent, mixed with his own scent soaked into Omri's clothes. Snapping back to the moment, the metal-head blinked and replied, "No reason. I figured you and your little band of nerds wouldn't mind another coming around to your little weekend study-sesh. Funny they'd find an excuse to fuck off as soon as I showed."

Below the table, the two of them were battling similar issues. Brent's excitement from being near his Alpha was obvious and Omri's reaction to the 'sports drink' was telling. "Besides, you seemed uncomfortable. You keep yourself locked up in a library and you're going to go crazy. Should try a couple weeks unwinding, get to a concert or a club and get wasted." The larger man chuckled, resting an arm on Omri's shoulder. "We've got a good weekend, and I ain't ever seen you drunk."

"That's because I've never really drank... But the idea of a concert sounds really fun." Omri said, thinking about it, "I've never done that either. Seems like you'd make a good tour guide." he grinned.

Brent noticed the wolfish grin and responded with one of his own, patting his roommate on the back. "I'm glad you're starting to loosen up and try new things for once! ...Let's see how much more of a tour I can give." He glanced towards the bathroom, then smiled and turned in the direction of the library's entrance. "I imagine you're gonna want to finish up here, come meet me in the parking lot when you're done doing whatever you need to do. And don't worry, I'm very patient."

**** A cooler wind was blowing, rustling through the trees in campus. The first leaves to fall hit the cement and danced along, crinkling as they dried out. It was rather refreshing for Omri, his bare shoulders exposed from his tank top. He took a moment to appreciate it, taking it all in. He felt oddly excited, as if he was on the edge of something - even if that something was just a parking lot.

Omri's study group had wrapped up early, and Brent's affection was starting to really pick up into high gear. Omri wasn't sure at first if they'd be able to get along, but more and more they seemed to be hitting their stride.

"You know, the quiet ones are usually the most fun when they let loose. I like to think it builds up throughout their normal life, until the time is right and that pressure breaks right through their shell." Brent called out, leaning on the door to his car. "Do you feel that tension yet, big guy?" The difference in size between the two men made the end of Brent's comment feel odd, despite its playful nature. Finding someone bigger than Brent would be a challenge, but the thought of being that huge, that powerful, was definitely appealing. Omri smiled a bit at the comment as well, finding it... comfortably affectionate.

"Hey, with a wing man like you, I'm sure I'll find my way." Omri said as he moved over, "I hope... I haven't been too annoying of a roommate. I know I'm not really cool or anything." he said as he came up to the well used but well loved car, "Not like you."

Brent smirked and looked his roommate over, nose twitching as he did. "Don't be so quick to throw yourself under, you can always change. Just like how you're starting to smell a little wilder. You ready to feel a little wilder too?"

As Omri approached, Brent suddenly reached a hand out and ran it across Omri's chest, feeling how soft the fabric was from the wolfish additive. He was having a hard time keeping himself under control, a slight flash of yellow flaring over his eyes as he seductively felt his roommate's body. "I can barely wait..."

"Wait, you can smell me?" Omri blushed a bit, "I just thought... you were rubbing off on me." Omri chuckled, reaching back to rub the back of his head. It felt oddly good to have Brent touch his chest too. All of this was so strange, so exhilarating, so unlike him. He looked back up at Brent, having missed the flash in his eyes, "What would I have to do to feel wilder?" he asked hopefully.

"Easy, just start trying. And follow my lead. The more you want to be what you want to be, the likelier you'll become it." Opening the door to his lovely beater of a car, Brent hopped in and gestured to the seat beside him. "Come on, we've got all night. Hell, we've got all month!"

Omri chuckled at that and dropped into the passenger seat - and then sank slightly. The springs in the seat didn't have much give anymore, and the car had a bit of a woodsy musk to it, like it had spent many nights camping out in the wilderness with the windows rolled down. But somehow that, coupled with Brent's natural scent, made Omri feel at home, comfortable, and even a little... horny. He shifted a bit, pulling his seatbelt on, trying to adjust so his bulge wasn't quite so visible.

"Something tells me you liked the drink I gave you. Could go pick some more up later. I know it is an acquired taste, but I think you've acquired it." Brent grinned, his own tent standing proud without any attempt at obscuring it. "Trust me, it'll get you looking huge after a month's time. You ever think about changing that little nerd physique you've got going?"

Putting the car in reverse, Brent haphazardly whipped out of the parking lot. His eyes trailed down to a calendar he had sat on top some of the bags and empty bottles in the backseat. The most recent full moon had been crossed out, and the next one in the month was circled multiple times. Unlike the wrinkled one in his room, this one read 'BLOOD MOON' in bold text, denoting its significance.

"I mean, I tried some when I got to campus... Tried the gym, tried even pigging out at the cafeteria. I'd love to be bigger... bolder." Omri said, looking over at Brent, his long hair and thick beard, "I wish I could be more like you."

Brent looked Omri up and down, then glanced back to the road. "Baby steps. We'll get you on the right path. Maybe instead of keeping that clean-shaven face, you should let something grow out... I can even see a little stubble on you now. You forget this morning?" Omri laughed, his chuckle a little deeper than Brent had heard it before.

"You gotta be kidding, man. I haven't even been able to-" Omri stopped mid-sentence, looking at the passenger side mirror as they drove. He leaned out of the window, his eyes widening, seeing the tuft of a semi-transparent mustache on his upper lift just starting to take on faint brown hues, his cheeks sporting a centimeter of growth. Omri was dumbfounded. Sure, it made sense that he was still growing, but this was the most hair he'd ever had... and it had surprised him.

"Oh, don't look so shocked, bud! You're still so young, something can change any day. I find something new about myself all the time. Maybe you ought to keep tabs in case any other wishes come true." Brent took a quick look at the bulge outlined by Omri's pants, sniffing the air slightly. "And maybe start that little routine you had back up, instead of hitting the library, you can start lifting some weights. Ditch those wimps you always study with."

"They are kind of lame, aren't they?" Omri chuckled, "Though I like the library... It's better with you though." he said, leaning back in his seat, spreading his legs a bit. It felt good to do a little man spreading, to let the boys out to play between his legs.

The look of amusement on Brent's face made it clear that what was bothering Omri was obvious. "I told you I was patient back in the library, didn't you get what I was trying to tell you? Should've went and jerked off in the bathroom before coming out here. Been watching you squirm there since you got in."

The brash statement came with little tact or concern for social norms, delivered plain yet sinister. "If you want, you can go ahead and handle that now. It'll be a while." Brent reached down and pressed in the re-circulation button on the air conditioner, keeping the windows rolled up and forcing his pheromones to build up to even stronger levels. Omri had a weird grin on his face, as if he was being pranked.

"You... you're gay?" Omri asked, looking over at the metalhead looking driver of the car, breathing deep without thinking about it, his crotch squirming with a pent up, ever growing need that far surpassed anything the younger male had ever experienced.

"You think I was just looking out for you for fun? We've been living with each other for a while, and I saw a good deal of potential. I want to take it slow, but I also want to build on that potential." It was weird to hear someone as gruff as Brent speaking so romantically, especially about his roommate. "So yeah, I am. And you're the one sitting with a fist-sized boner ready to bust out of your pants, so what does that make you?"

"I'm such a fucking idiot..." Omri whispered, "You're gay AND you liked me? We could have been cuddling all this time..." Omri said, sighing as he leaned back before he looked at the driver, "How good are you at keeping focused?" he asked. Before Brent could ask for details, he felt a hand on his own crotch. Omri was feeling the outline of his shaft through his pants, getting an idea of just how big he was.

Brent's hands tightened over the steering wheel, shutting his eyes for a moment. "L-let's not get too hasty there, champ. I'm waiting for a special night and I'm on a bit of hair-..." He grunted as the tent grew under Omri's tender touch, a damp spot quickly growing over the tip and moistening his fingers. Brent's ears twitched, eyes tinting a bright amber hue from the sudden stimulation. The surprise was going to be ruined if he let this go any further. Without much warning, he turned and planted his lips tight onto Omri's. A thickening tongue pushed into his mouth, the wheel kept steady despite the sudden kiss. As he pulled away, Brent looked back towards the road.

"Let's say... Not very good, how about?" Brent shuddered as he said it, trying to hold his lust back. His Alpha was making an advance on him, everything was going as planned, Omri was becoming as outgoing as Brent desired! But still, he forced himself to remain calm. "Like I said before, I want to take it slow, even if I don't look like the romantic type. I've got a big date planned, and a lot is building up to it."

"Is the date... with me?" Omri asked, still a little reserved and paranoid.

"I've been planning it for months now. The two of us going wild under a rare sky. A perfect start to everything. I just didn't want to freak you out too soon, until I saw you were ready." Brent took a breath, picking up on Omri's pheromones just as much as his own. "And now I think the day can't come any sooner..." Omri smiled a bit at that and reached over to give Brent's beard a bit of a pet.

"Okay, then I don't have to worry. You were being a big romantic about me." Omri said, "So dinner and a concert?" he asked with a smile.

"Dinner, liquor and a concert." The driver corrected his Alpha. Omri gave a curt nod at that and leaned back in his seat again, feeling oddly, ironically, and completely content sitting right where he was.

**** To say the concert had been a success would have been an understatement. Omri had taken to it like a fish to water... though that water had been vodka. They had rocked out, moshed in the pit, gotten drunk, and made out until the sun came up. Omri had been a bit anxious given that both he and his roommate had raging erections all night, but he had respected Brent's desire to wait until the right night to take it to the next step. Feeling those lips on his, and his face blanketed by Brent's thick, soft, long beard had been heaven enough.

The feeling of it all, the rebelliousness, the freedom, had been infectious. Omri had half heartedly continued with his schooling in the following days, but by the time Friday rolled around he had decided he'd done enough that week. He sat at his desk in stained black jeans and a borrowed blue denim vest and nothing more. Omri's bare arms were showing some impressive muscle growth. His biceps and triceps were swollen, his pecs were perky, his stomach was starting to develop defined abdominal muscles - not to mention a dusting of hair.

The sun-bleached streaks that had dominated Omri's otherwise brown mane had faded away. If anything, they seemed darker, like the brown was becoming black. The darker hues made his downy soft mustache and developing sideburns stick out more against his skin. Even his bare toe knuckles had a dusting of hair for the first time in his life. He sat at his computer, the left half of the screen taken up by some essay he was supposed to be writing, but the right half was a gay porn video.

The sounds of flesh on flesh, of semi-wet fapping filled the room as Omri went at it, his fist flying up and down his rock hard rod. He was always horny now, always achingly horny. He jacked off when he woke up, he masturbated before bed. He went at it in the shower, and he did it again as soon as he got dressed. The smell in the room, the smell formerly dominated by Brent, had taken on a new scent - it smelled like pure sex, the sex of Omri in heat.

The young man's lips curled again, showing off his teeth as he grunted, bucking his hips up into the air as he came, sending ropes of thick, musky cum across his chest, throat, and chin. Some of the pearly liquid hung from the developing hair there. Omri ran a finger up to collect some and lick it clean, though he massaged the rest across his chin, hoping that testosterone would help encourage his beard to grow in more. He wanted it to be as big as Brent's... or bigger. A lot bigger. He wanted to be bigger. Omri moaned, cumming a little more just thinking about it.

A similar sound resounded from the hallway outside the dorm room, another empty bottle quickly starting to fill up with spurts of gooey seed. Brent panted, he was returning after filling up another 'sports drink' when he heard what his roommate was doing. Coupled with the overpowering musk building up in the room in the week since the concert, it was hard not to follow suit. His attempts at hiding what the drink was had deteriorated over the past few days, no longer the mild mixture of precum-tainted water he used at the library. Now it was mostly full-on feral semen, the small amount of water only there to thin it out - with a few dozen hearty shakes of the bottle.

He thought the aphrodisiac pills he bought for Omri would last the month, but they were already almost out. Brent was getting greedier, he didn't care about how obvious it was as he poured the rest of them into the bottle and watched them dissolve. He had already made three bottles today, and with how wild Omri was getting, a part of Brent told him he'd need to make more tomorrow. Bracing himself on the door, he panted and began stroking himself off once again, but he was out of any bottles that could accept the coming load. This one was for his own pleasure, relishing in what he was accomplishing.

After completing that demonic ritual and cursing himself with lycanthropy a year ago, it all seemed perfect for Brent. Exactly what he wanted: Wild power, strength, endowment... Turning a thin metal-head into who he was now. Every deal came with a price, but his wasn't so terrible. A beta without a pack. Turned into a wolf who'd forever lust for an alpha to take ownership of him. And now Omri was well on his way there, especially since the first full moon was the most important. Brent knew everything about it after his first, how your growth was tied to lust, locking in whatever size and power you gain that night as your standard, beastly form.

Yellowed seed erupted across the bottom of the door, pumping out along the hallway's carpet as Brent grunted and rolled against the bedroom door onto his back. More of the slick ropes hit the wall across from him before slowly running down to join the small puddle soaking into the floor. It was spreading his scent, marking the area like his instincts commanded him to. He slowly opened his glowing eyes, stroking out a few more dollops before glancing around to see if anyone had witnessed the impulsive act. Not that he'd care if anyone did. He zippered up and picked up his bag of bottles, quietly slipping into the dorm where Omri was.

"Welcome back bro!" Omri said, having pulled on pajama pants that had absorbed the mess he had made, already saturated with his seed from previous adventures. He was 'tidying up' in the sense of kicking things out of his way to go about with their weekend activities. He was confident, cool, and constantly horny. He exuded the energy that called to Brent.

"Keeping busy in here, I see." Brent laid the bag on his desk, staring at the paused video on Omri's computer with a grin. The room was a far cry to what it looked like earlier in the month, nothing was really organized anymore, as chaotic as the men who inhabited the dorm. Pulling out the bottles of the odd drink, he tossed one over to his roommate and leaned back on his desk. "Looking pretty wicked, man. Feel good to finally put some muscle on? Get some hair on your chin?"

"It's a start, I want to grow it out more. Man, maybe I should think about supplements or something. You ever done anything like that?" Omri asked, popping the top of his drink and taking a few thick gulps before he licked his lips, "Other than sports drinks anyway."

"...I may have a vitamin you could take. Comes in a pill. I'll pick you up some later." Brent's gaze shot downward to the bulge in Omri's pants, watching it twitch. It was clearly a lot bigger than it was before, pretty much the same as Brent's. The thought of what it'd look like at its best made the gruff Beta shudder with arousal. "You ever think of picking up an instrument? You more of a guitar guy, or drums?"

"Huh..." Omri considered, "I did a bit of piano as a kid, but never learned to read notes. But I have a good ear. Guitar maybe?" he asked.

"I can see that. The drums are an essential part of a song, but the guitarist is the main focus. Plus maybe you could work some vocals in too, really express some emotion in it."

"I bet you'd love to hear me howling across the stage..." Omri chuckled, slapping Brent on the shoulder and giving him a rub, "I guess it's something to look forward to. Probably better than classes. I've really been feeling... restless lately, like I'm on the edge of something." Omri considered, reaching up to scratch his fluffy sideburn.

"Whatever it is, trust me, it'll be great." Brent smiled at Omri, taking a glance at the wrinkled calendar on the wall. "Because no matter what, I'll be here to help."

**** Sunset covered Pinecreek's campus, but at the edge of the property the trees were making their bid for nightfall. They were immense, old, lush and flourishing. Omri pushed through the branches that made a sort of barrier. It was surprisingly easy given his broader stance and thicker arms. The former pipsqueak was a bit of a tank now. His hair brushed his shoulder blades. The branches tried to cut his skin, but with it being so tough it didn't stand a chance.

"There was a great little place I scouted out up here that'd be perfect for us. Right by a river, it is where I usually go to hang out on nights like this." Brent led the way, carrying a backpack along as they both pushed through the forest. Before long, the dense bushes and branches gave way to a clean, flat clearing. A river flowed just next to it, calmly providing access to crystal clear water. "Don't even bother bringing a tent out, usually. Just bring some drinks and enjoy myself. What'dya think?"

"I think it's great." Omri said, looking around, "Very wilderness... Not even cots or anything. You're pretty hard core, you know that man?" he asked with a grin, looking up. From campus you could see a few stars, but even this minuscule distance away it was easy to see more stars against the violet backdrop. Brent smirked, watching the skies before replying to Omri.

"There ain't nothing like it, getting this close to the world. Unfiltered. You know why I wanted to bring you out here for our little date? All alone, just the two of us?"

"Cause it was romantic as shit and we can finally go all the way?" Omri asked hopefully, grinning ear to ear. Brent grinned back.

"Certainly one of the reasons, I bet you're dying to finally go at it. Rest assured, we'll fuck right here. All night." He reached down and felt between Omri's legs, running a hand along the bulge that seemed to always be present. "You've been taking those 'vitamins', right? Made sure they were extra strength. Everything you'd need. I think they've had quite the improvement so far!"

"Oh yeah... I can't wait. Brent, you really opened my eyes to everything. I don't know about college, I don't know about my future, but I know one thing. I want you." Omri said, grabbing onto Brent and pulling him in for a kiss.

Brent pressed into Omri tight, his hand still rubbing his roommate's throbbing erection as they locked lips. Adjusting his arm around Omri's long hair, Brent pushed his hips against Omri, letting the reformed nerd's tongue delve as deep as it wanted. Pre was leaking through his pants and into Omri's, the two erections meeting between tight fabric.

Omri grunted and huffed into the kiss, grabbing onto Brent to hump him, to hold him, his lips curling as he went at it. He felt so powerful, so large and in charge. He wanted Brent and he... just smelled so good. With the wilderness around them it was clear that the source of that wonderful, rich, amazing musk was the two of them. Omri moved his kisses down Brent's neck, sucking on the flesh before nipping at him playfully.

"Keep going..." Brent whispered, pulling his head up in a moan as Omri seized control of the situation. He stared at the skies, the sun finally sinking below the horizon and light draining from the woods. "Uhfm... Just keep going, C'mon..." He whispered once more, except it was less directed to Omri and more directed at the disappearing daylight.

Omri was pulling and tugging before he tore Brent's vest open, wrestling it off of him. He moved back, burying his face in Brent's beard to take a big whiff before he slid back up and kissed him again. Brent was barely able to keep track of where Omri's hands were until he felt his fly opened, his pants unbuttoned, and something warm and firm pressing in against his own member.

The former nerd was panting and huffing, his body feeling like it was on fire. His bones ached and throbbed, his face tingled as new stubble was pushing out, darkening and filling out the patches in his beard. Soon the hair connected his sideburns to his goatee. He snarled a little, even his teeth seeming a bit sharper than before.

The hairs across Brent's chest flourished, trailing down into his pants and starting to spread to his armpits. He gripped Omri tighter, feeling his roommate's muscles twitch. "J-just a little longer, f-fuck! Hold it in..." He mumbled, struggling to hold himself together as precum rushed out into Omri's meaty palms. Above the pair, the full moon seemed massive. Its powerful light washed over both of them and filled them with an unknown energy that made them each hornier and wilder by the second. Just as it felt like the fury rushing through their blood couldn't get any fiercer, the moon's white glow began to shift.

An orange coloration spread across the pale sphere, rapidly growing darker and redder. Brent snarled, the heightened arousal coursing through him spiked as suddenly as the blood moon started. His cock jutted forward within Omri's grasp, pushing against his stomach and nearly doubling in how fast it was gushing pre. "N-ngh...Never felt so..." Brent couldn't finish the sentence, arching his back with a loud grunt. Beneath the dark hairs that were coating his torso, Brent's skin was being stretched out across growing muscle. A hand reached out and squeezed Omri's swelling bicep, as if he was trying to brace himself on the lover being stricken by the same unbelievable sensations.

"Brent..." Omri huffed, grunting, his voice cracking. He tried to speak again but suddenly threw his head back. He stumbled a few steps before he stopped himself, his body going rigid. As Brent watched, his back began to pop and snap, stretching taller and wider. His midriff became exposed, but it was already covered in a thick layer of hair that was growing denser and softer by the second.

As Omri thrashed, the hair pushing out of his face only accelerated. It dropped down from his upper lip, covering it entirely and the hair sprouting from his chin descended down an inch, then two, then three. His ears warped and elongated into points. His fingers twitched and wriggled as his fingernails seemed to almost dissolve, the liquid keratin sinking down before thicker translucent claws burst from his fingertips.

Brent grinned, overwhelmed with pleasure by his changes, and by the sight of Omri's. "Force it all out!" He shouted, teeth pressing against each other as they sharpened and extended longer than his mouth could contain. "The more you give in, the bigger you'll get... This was why I wanted us to wait!"

Keeling over, a series of loud snaps rocked through Brent's spine. Even the experienced werewolf was taking the blood moon's rush of power dramatically, having never been exposed to such raw strength before. Dropping to his hands and knees, Brent's knuckles crackled. Each one popped and pushed the others away, widening the gap between his fingers to make room for each digit to expand. As they did, Brent's own claws were forcing their way out from his fingertips, both hands starting to look inhumanely large attached to his still-growing forearms.

"What... What... What is this? I feel... Fuck! I feel amazing!" Omri roared, his mouth becoming too full of growing fangs. He grunted hard before his vest started to strain, stretching across his expanding shoulders as they bulked outward. In moments he was as wide as a quarterback, and it showed no signs of stopping. He flexed and snarled as the denim tore, revealing his massive, muscled, thick meaty fur covered pecs. He stretched more and his pants started to split, revealing furry legs as well.

One quick swipe of his clawed hand sheared through the fabric over his crotch and from the tattered remains came an immense, fourteen inch, rock hard cock that was steadily dripping a constant stream of precum. Exposed to the cool air, the cock quivered before it began growing again - both wider and longer at the same time. It stretched and surged, veins plumping as they fed the most important appendage.

A pair of now-glowing eyes affixed on the sight of what was Omri's shaft was becoming, bringing Brent to crawl closer to it. A gooey trail of precum followed beneath him, from a rigid, lengthening dick that hovered just above the ground. The open zipper of Brent's pants was tugged at violently, their owner's hips broadening and stressing the stitching further than they could handle. "Y-you're fucking huge! ...Fuck, Omri... The perfect Alpha for me... You're going to be a perfect werewolf." Brent's words were coming out exasperated between heavy breaths, his twitching nose inching out closer to the pheromones rolling off of the cock in front of him.

A long tongue lapped at the reddening base of Omri's tool, collecting precum that was gaining potency by the second. All of Brent's instincts were screaming at him to service his superior, balls sagging with how heavy they were becoming. The sides of his shoes bulged, only for the front to burst apart as his thick toes clawed through and dug into the dirt. The destroyed footwear were kicked aside, useless now. Brent's heels were rising higher and higher off the ground, putting emphasis on the padded toes and balls of his feet as they worked their way into paws.

Omri had heard the words, but his mind was on fire. He panted hard as he hunched forward, his back continuing to spread. He thrashed again, throwing his head up and letting out a howl as his skull started to expand and stretch. His jaw pushed out and his nose followed, taking on a short muzzle. What had been a lot of hair was becoming fur. A series of pops came as claws pushed out of his shoes as well, tearing their way out of the leather.

Two pointed ears along the sides of Brent's head twitched, pushing up further and further up his skull, lifting hair up and widening into a proper wolfish configuration. Both of them were looking more beast than man, the half-snout that Brent had grown was busy licking and stroking every inch of Omri's monstrous member. His tongue pushed down into the fuzzy sheathe that had grown around the cock and pulled it all the way down to reveal the knot swelling up at the base. "My seed... infecting and creating you. I wish those tainted drinks were as strong as what I'm tasting now." Brent moaned, shuddering. The dense hair on his head had since spread down his back, continuing over the nub of bony flesh pushing out behind him.

What was left of Brent's clothes were pulled apart by his size and musculature. His spine kept growing, lengthening in both directions to add to his bushy tail while also forcing him to get taller. The half-wolf was already almost at seven feet, while also packing on mass through his increasing lycanthropic strength. And yet he was still dwarfed by Omri, who was looming over him as he changed.

Omri's brain was marinated in testosterone. His back rippled outward, his spine stretching taller, his feet and hands growing. His sheath was huge, but it had retracted back, dwarfed by his shaft. The mushroom shaped head began to distend into a point, the flesh turning from pink to bright red. It throbbed and dribbled, the pre turning milky and then yellowed. A clawed hand came down on Brent's head, pulling his muzzle down around that needy cock.

"Need... to cum. Need to cum... Fuck..." Omri panted, feeling more pent up than ever. His voice dropped as more layers of thick fur sprouted on his muzzle. He shuddered, tail dropping down behind him, his ribs pushing apart from one another.

Brent's tail flicked about behind him, ears folding back as he bobbed his head on the beastly tool. He reached around Omri and gripped his ass with both paws, bracing himself as he felt what was coming. With a loud crunch, his sternum jutted outward, numerous bones crackled and adjusted with the large growth, but Brent was able to stay focused on pleasing his Alpha.

A pool of precum slicked over the ground, yet most of Omri's unstoppable, horny flow was being swallowed down by Brent. His furry testes pulsated, begging to find release with every rush of yellowed pre that went down the beta's throat. The foot-long dick above it leaked constantly across the ground, the Alpha-strength pre had more than just the taste of unmatched potency and a tease of what virility awaited in Omri's seed.

To all who would be exposed to it, Omri's cum had incredibly strong aphrodisiac properties, it was only amplified by the constant intake of the breeding pills he had fed to him by Brent. Now that lustful power was coursing through his fluids and laced along his pheromones, sending the werewolf gulping it down into a wilder rut every time he swallowed.

As hard as it was to force himself off the shaft, another, more important urge was seizing Brent's attention. He turned and raised his rear, panting as he dug his claws into the soft ground only inches from the river. "Nnggh... I-It'll fit now, just... Please!" He begged, the thickening hole beneath his tail turning a dark black color and itching for use. His prostate was working overtime, quickly getting overcome by the changes that were making it swell bigger and more sensitive. The perfect thing for someone who is meant to be mounted.

Omri didn't need to be told twice. Brent's world spun around him, disorienting at first as he landed on a pile of leaves. He wasn't sure what had happened at first until he realized that he'd been tossed. A quick turn of the head revealed Omri in his new glory. With each step he took, his paws became larger, his rib cage widened and bloated, his shoulders broadened, his fur got shaggier. He was huge, he was determined, and he was coming.

A clawed, rough paw came down on one of Brent's ass cheeks, then the other before pulling them apart. A hot, dribbling stream of alpha cum began to pour down between the cheeks, covering Brent's dark pucker. The smell was soaking into his fur, even his skin, marking him - marking him as Omri's beta, his boyfriend, his mate, his plaything. Omri's life had been changed forever. Every bit of manipulation Brent had taken part in were now setting into Omri's form forever. There would be no going back. He was a lustful fuck machine, a man who craved musk and spice, a creature of the night.

The thick, wide, hot tip of Omri's canine cock began to push into the quivering tailhole. It felt so tight, so good. It wriggled, and then Omri gave a thrust. It got a good two inches in, but there was so much more to go. Omri grunted and growled as he thrust again - another four inches this time. For any other male, that would have been it, but the alpha was only half done.

The amount of cum he was pouring hadn't ceased, still spewing into Brent's ass. The hot lather it provided made the next thrust the most successful yet. Omri slid in another six inches, his balls slapping against Brent's taint. Omri growled with satisfaction, his sharp fangs coming down to graze Brent's neck affectionately before the huge wolf pulled back and then thrust again. This time he buried himself to the hilt, but also probed the flesh inside, seeking out that swollen prostate, wanting to make his roommate a quivering, whimpering, needy bitch.

Brent's paws tore dirt and grass up as his ass accepted more and more of the inhuman length. With every short thrust, he more easily accepted the monstrous dick, Brent's pucker becoming thicker and more pliable. A loud crackle of Brent's hips broadening once again vibrated through Omri's shaft. What was painful had quickly adjusted itself to be nothing but pleasurable while still being tight enough to squeeze along every inch of the penetrating wolfmeat. Brent let out a sharp bark with each consecutive slam of their bodies colliding. The tense lust building up inside him, mixed with the blood moon's power, forced Brent to continue to grow, just enough to help accommodate his Alpha's increasing girth. Precum pumped onto the ground in jets, Brent's cock waiting for the perfect moment to let loose as he found himself unable to muster the strength to reach down for it.

Omri started to really go at it, thrusting back and forth, grinding like a madman, howling and yowling. A clawed hand slipped under Brent to wrap around his cock, squeezing and stroking his meat. Before long his wrist was flying up and down at the same wicked speed as his hips were going, working Brent off from both ends. The fucking, thrashing wolf started to sniff the air, taking in the smell before his muzzle buried in the backside of Brent's armpit.

That wriggling, wet, fleshy nose worked under the arm and into the fur before taking a sniff, then a deep whiff. Yes, this was his mate, his roommate, his bedmate, his packmate. This was the smell that had imprinted on him, that had filled his lungs in his sleep, that had grafted itself onto him. This was the smell that made him who he was, what he was.

Omri began to lap and slurp at the pit, making it wet, taking that flavor into his taste buds. As he did, his thrusting began to shift slightly, taking on more grinding as the base of his cock began to slowly swell wider, getting thicker, bloating. Each thrust back felt like more of a challenge, but it kept the head of his cock in deep, able to probe and explore - until that glorious moment that he found it, striking Brent's prostate.

A rush of yellowed cum splattered over Brent's chest and between each of Omri's digits, the gooey, infectious flow coating the ground in heavy strands. More continued to spill out anywhere it could, the cock enveloped within Omri's paw started to push free with sudden, lengthening spurts. With most of his weight supported by the warm rod hammering his rear, Brent was free to twitch and raise a leg in his orgasmic spasms. Brent couldn't help but whine in pleasure, his weighty sack throbbing to meet the demands his body was trying to produce. It was an unusual sound to come from someone supposed to be so gruff, so badass up until the point he got mounted. Yet it was becoming more and more evident that the strong personality was an act to make up for the submissive bottom lurking inside of him.

The rush of his seed thickened considerably, but what Brent was shooting on the ground below was a fraction of what was being unleashed inside of him. The more of Omri's powerful essence he took in, the more his body seemed to stretch and bulge to try and mimic the strength of the beast it came from. Anything to be able to please Omri further, to let that knot find a proper home buried deep within.

When would the eclipse end? Brent wished it never would, having lost track of time long ago. All that mattered was the spearing sensation of an overgrown shaft running into the most sensitive part of his body. He had lost count of how many times he felt the pressure in his cock spike with an orgasm's release. Transforming always came with an unbelievable sensation that never lasted long enough. However, as he laid there and yelped and snarled, the ever-present strain of changing bone and muscle accompanied him along the way. His body was on a leash, chained to the unstoppable. He hardly even noticed how much thicker his paws were, or the vicious claws that were tearing up the cum-stained earth. He'd get the power he desired, but only once it was passed down through his packmate.

The alpha wolf snorted with the delightful changes to Brent and kept going at it, honing in on that spot, hitting it over and over and over again. Omri's huge wolfy tongue hung out of his muzzle as he did his life's duty, mating his beta. Brent could still feel Omri getting bigger on top of him... More muscle, more flesh, more bone. He'd grown to four hundred pounds, then five, then six. He was the size of a bear, all of that mass bent on fucking him deep in the ass.

"G-ghh..." The Beta pushed back in tune with the growing monster riding him, trying to force more pleasure out of his needy prostate. Turning his head to get a glimpse to confirm what he thought was true, the hazy, lust-addled eyes tried their best to go wide at the sight of what Omri was becoming. He was bigger than Brent could've possibly conceived. Fiercer, beastlier, and so much stronger. The formerly yellow hue of Omri's glowing eyes were changing to something more indicative of his increasing power, a bright red that burned like the moon above.

The red energy of the blood moon, of being alpha, of the second hand demonic power that had granted Brent his change - it all seared into Omri's body and soul, locking the wolf into him, making him one with that immense power. Again there was a shudder as more mass billowed out; biceps, triceps, legs, paws, tail, spine, cock, muzzle - every part of Omri got bigger again as he kept thrashing, pouring enough cum into Brent to distend his belly, to fill it with sloshing, flowing, flooding wolf cum - and Omri liked the sound of his Beta's belly full of his seed.

The surge overwhelmed Brent, far more than he could hope to keep up with. Even as his outstretched arms bulked and his snout widened, making him twist and squirm on the firehose of lycanthropic jizz throbbing in his ass. The flow was locked in, Omri's sudden increase in girth forcing every drop to remain even as Brent could feel every further spurt pouring into him. He let his head flop to the ground as he pressed his paws along the firm bulge on his muscle-bound stomach. Still, his own red, knotted spire was reaching an impressive size of its own, practically gushing along his lengthening fur.

The largest of Brent's teeth, the two pairs of canines that had grown into deadly fangs in his snout, were now extending past his black lips into tusk-like spikes. Anything that could get more feral and monstrous was doing so, dense fur sprouted along his spine down to Brent's tail, giving him a wolfish mane.

"Hgghh-HrRrrgh! T-that's... Enourrghh...!" He roared out, shaking and cumming harder. His body only ramped up its attempts at absorbing the ungodly essence pouring into him. The declaration was quickly retracted as the crimson glow spread across Brent's eyes as well. The overstimulation started to feel good, Brent began craving every second of what was happening once more, finally realizing what energies were flowing into him from Omri.

Omri kept going at it, lost in the moment. He was a behemoth, a titan, a beast, a feral, an alpha... but something had shifted, something had started to change - the eclipse, the blood moon, it was inching away. The blood red color was draining from the lunar surface, and with it Omri was starting to get... sleepy. His orgasm slowed to a stop and he wrapped his immense, powerful body around Brent to try and keep him safe, to keep his mate comfortable and content.

Brent inhaled deep, feeling the energies finally start to slow. He squirmed beneath Omri, working his way into a snug fit against his Alpha's massive form. He felt huge, yet was small in comparison to the beast cuddling him, just the way he always envisioned it. Slowly, Brent's eyes drifted shut, exhausted from the forceful, intense changes. His body twitched randomly, but with Omri's transformation complete and the eclipse over, Brent could only muster the strength to curl up against his mate, still tied together.

****

Somewhere, far away on campus, there was a thunderous rumble... then a slam, then a second. It was the sound of a garbage truck dumping the dumpsters behind the theater building. Omri stirred slightly, realizing... he was back in his dorm room? He didn't remember making it back, though after his drunken night with Brent before he didn't recall the trip home either. He shifted a little more and stretched, but his hand didn't hit the cinderblock wall.

One eye opened, fading from red to orange and finally hazel. A long, hairy arm was draped off the side of the bed, a bed that was now dead center in the room. Omri moved to sit up, but shuddered as he felt a long, bushy beard sliding up his chest as he shifted. He sat up, powerful meaty arms dropping down on either side. His cock quivered with morning wood, his balls pert and plump.

Omri panted a little, feeling long silky hair slip down over his beefy shoulders. He blinked a few times before turning, looking at the mounds of blankets and pillows around him. Apparently Brent and he had made it back to the dorm and pushed their beds together to make a full size. It was still pitifully small, but Omri smiled despite himself. He wasn't sure exactly where Brent was under the covers, though he could feel his body heat against his.

"Brent..." Omri whispered, though he hesitated at another change. Even his voice was deeper. He reached out, poking the blankets. Brent's head popped up from under the sheets near Omri's legs, opposite from where he was prodding.

"Omri?" Brent sat up, scratching his head and looking his roommate over with a smile. "How you feeling over there? Figured I'd take the initiative with the beds since we already slept together, and you might have trouble on just the one." Omri's scent lingered over the beds, intertwined with the sheets as well as now coming off from Brent. The smaller roommate's rod pressed into Omri's thighs, likewise stiff from having just woken up after such an eventful night. Even still, Brent could feel the urge, the itch to be mounted. It had replaced the urge to find an Alpha, except this one was even stronger.

"You did all that after our mind blowing sexcapades?" Omri asked with a grin and a hint of a growl, "I like you." he chuckled, reaching over to pull Brent to him for a sloppy kiss. Adjusting himself to better return the kiss, Brent went at it for as long as Omri would let him, feeling blessed to feel their beards meet. They were both so long, so bushy, so thick as they grazed and rubbed.

"I'm glad, because I love you."

"And I love you too... " Omri murmured, "Though I think we may need a bigger room. Plus, no matter how much they clean this one, I don't think they'll be able to get rid of our scent. It'll inspire students for years to come." Omri grinned, reaching down to give Brent a grope. Shuddering at Omri's touch, Brent huffed.

"Perhaps give them more than just inspiration, with how great you turned out. I'll go look for another place as soon as I can muster the strength to let go of your hunky ass." The beta moaned softly as he pressed tighter against Omri. "I'm almost jealous of the guys who'll take this place from us!"

"Well, maybe we'll find them, take them under our wings... or arms anyway." Omri grinned, "You think I turned out well?" he asked with a bit of a grin.

"Better than well, you're a fucking monster! I did everything I could to get you started and riled up until that moon. To think it all started with a little pre soaked into your clothes. How does it feel to keep that much wolf bundled up inside?" Brent squeezed one of Omri's biceps, relishing in how solid it was. "The biggest damn Alpha ever... You'll only get more powerful the more we add to our pack. The more people who offer everything they are to you. Who share this link between our lust. "

"Maybe so, but I'm feelin' awful full." Omri said, reaching down to rub his balls, "How about you start the morning right with a sports drink right from the source?" Omri asked, licking his lips as he pulled the bed covers back more to fully reveal his thick, full, very hard cock. Brent blinked, not hesitating for a moment as he went down on Omri, hungry for that morning reminder of how good a werewolf's seed tasted. The metal head's lips barely made it over the head of his alpha's shaft before Omri was grunting, letting forth his tainted, virile seed loose. He draped a hand over Brent's head, holding it in place as he fed his pup everything he'd need to grow up into being a big strong monster of his own.