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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 10 - Reaping what you sow

By Reaping (and Draegon1993)

Closing the door behind him lazily, Charles brought his hands to his face, feeling disoriented. A nagging dizziness kept him unfocused, like his blood was all and only gathered to his groin rather than his brain. Sure, it's been a while since he's had rough but good sex like that morning, but there was just something... off.

After joining the secured perimeter, he had spoken with Doctor Elizabeth and she had told him a component in the semen affected the receiver's DNA like a virus. However, the complexity of the scheme proved to be more than that. Actually, it recreated a new and modified DNA sequence that couldn't be identified as human nor any animal in their database. Moreover, after injecting the virus on lab rats, she had witnessed an increase in sexual behaviour of the rodents, acting like a hormonal enhancing drug although there weren't any trace of drugs in the mutagen. Oddly enough, as long as a rodent was alone by itself, the effects didn't seem to affect their physical appearance. However, the moment she had mixed an infected rat with a non-infected one, or simply two infected rats, it was clear the infected one assaulted his cage companion, who afterward developed "infected behaviours".

"Nausea, headache, isolation and repetitive self-sexual stimulation are the first behaviours I witnessed on them." She commented. "I've never seen anything like it before... and if the effects are that persistent with rodents, I... can't bare imagine how it could affect a man."

Moreover, she continued explaining Charles some of the weirdest things she's observed. Every time an "infected" had a sexual coitus with a partner, it seemed to amplify physical changes such as growth of skeleton, muscles and sexual organs. Strangely enough, this kind of change was only perceptible when having sex with a partner and would not happen from masturbation, as odd as it was.

"How... big are we talking about, now?" Charles asked in terrified awe.

"Enough to look like a big cat or a small dog. However, the growth pattern is odd. It happens progressively over time between each coitus, but it happens to happen more drastically during the coitus. Interestingly, the rats' bodies need a little bit of time to adjust to their new size before growing again."

"What do you mean?"

"After the coitus, even if they have sex again right away, and they could, the rats need more or less three hours before another coitus makes them grow drastically again. I've spotted at least four different states, or stages if you prefer, until now."

Only then, Charles frowned at all Elizabeth was telling him.

"Wait... how many results do you have? Does it..."

"Does it spread fast?" She continued, as if she knew what his question was. "Yes, it's fast. Like I already told you, I've never seen anything like it before. To be honest, it's like this... mutagen is testing the very limits of science. And there's too many... let's say 'perfections' in the transmutability to be a mere biological disorder."

Charles will always remember the look on her face. Somehow, there was a bit of madness drawn on it. The way her lips very slightly coiled into a rictus, the way her eyes almost gleamed in the afternoon light through her dark glasses, the febrility of her hands and her greed for knowledge was all contributing to what Charles feared at the moment: a mad scientist's experiment. The silence between them both was disturbed anew by the Chief Shawn calling for them. Smoothly, Elizabeth shook her head and pushed her thick sunglasses on her nose.

"What do you mean by that?" Charles had asked her.

"I don't want to throw accusations or come to quick conclusions... but I feel this thing is a big scheme orchestrated by a mad scientist or a firm, whether it's accidental..." She stopped walking for a few seconds, wondering about something. "...or not. And even though I can't tell for certain how humans react to it, the rats gave me a clear idea that it's not a good thing... to let it spread."

As they confronted the victim of the assault, Doctor Elizabeth showed little compassion for the victim, ordering Charles to take him to the station and lock him up right away. Taken aback by her orders, Shawn asked her what this was all about. The scientist explained to him that she couldn't speak in front of the victim, not to rouse any fear. While not completely sure yet, her results showed a strong correlation between the victims and the beasts roaming around the perimeter from a possible viral transmission. Without him knowing, the victim was brought to a police car until the Chief asked Charles to take care of the victim.

"McCoy, bring him to the station to interrogate him."

"Interrogate? I was raped by gigantic monsters!" The victim whined.

"This is for your best, young man. A nurse will take care of you once you get there and give you anything you need."

"I need to go to the hospital! I need a fuckin' lawyer!"

The chief's face turned grim. He's heard from his fellow colleague Terrence what happened with their last witness: Leon Lester. Apparently, a lawyer had managed to get him out without any problem and he'd have to check so that they don't lose their sole witness that easily again.

"Chief Officer," Elizabeth started, "if I may ask, where is now the last victim you've held last weekend?"

"He's out. His lawyer came and took him away."

"Where is he now, then?" She insisted. "I believe this guy should be held at the station as well."

"I believe he's returned to Fieldvalley College."

"I'd strongly recommend you and your men to head back there and bring him back to the station. If I'm not mistaking, letting him out like that could result into a possible viral outbreak."

"What are you two talking about?!" The victim exclaimed, listening to their conversation despite Charles showing him the car backseat.

"Please, sir, get in the car to get this over with as soon as possible." Charles told him, slightly shaking, his head starting to spin a little.

Obstinate, yet still obedient, the young man entered the back of Charles' car, from the lack of driving a police car at the moment.

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Charles pulled his head from his hands, realizing what he had to do. The victim was sitting quietly on the backseat of his car, draped in a warm blanket. Charles jumped in an anxious scare as Elizabeth knocked on his window. Pulling it down, the officer heard her whisper to him.

"If Terrence chose you as his partner, then I can trust you too. Bring him to the station and lock him in a cell."

"But..."

"Listen to me. I will come to the station after we sort the mess here. There's already a patrol in the woods right now and we all have to be cautious."

Charles went to change gear and move the car when the older woman grabbed his arm fiercely, her bony grip surprisingly strong from a woman of her stature. Her eyes were severe, as fierce as her tight hold.

"Don't mess this up." She added, pressing heavily on each word of her sentence.

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Still getting deeper into the woods, the pair of werewolves had just feasted on a lone stray deer. After eating copiously, fur stained with blood, Drake looked at Jason with a broad mischievous smile. The grey werewolf simply returned the gaze passively. As much as he despised this new him, he couldn't deny how good it felt to hunt and feast on fresh meat for the first time. Some part of him even liked what they've done at the poor cyclist earlier. In fact, simply thinking about it was enough for Jason to feel his monstrous dick start to slip out of its sheath. Watching his bigger companion getting to bone, Drake felt his own dick swell out of its warm prison. Seductively, the brown werewolf moved closer to his fellow, pressing both of his clawed dexterous hands on the other's shoulders. Jason growled a little, closing his eyes and shaking his head in negatives.

"So prude..." The smaller werewolf teased, climbing onto the grey furred thighs.

As much as Jason tried dismissing the lust and the sensations, he couldn't help but grow even harder, more of his crimson cock jutting out in the cool autumn air. Drake's tail wagged slowly but happily, curled up so that his pucker could rub against the moist tip of Jason's throbbing spire.

"Please stop..." Jason growled, sounding like a pitiful plead despite his booming animalistic voice.

"You want that, Jason. You're such..." Both gigantic creatures groaned as Drake slowly eased himself down on the titanic rocket. "... such an admirable alpha."

Drake took in half the seventeen inches member inside him, the shaft only getting thicker and thicker the more he shoved it inside him. Unable to control his urges nor his will for an instant, Jason all but gently grabbed and held the brown werewolf's firm asscheeks, guiding the pace at which he eased himself onto the alpha. Both of them panted hard. Somehow, the more intimate contact of shoving his cock inside a werewolf's looser ass felt more like a loving act rather than a simple animalistic and selfish urge like it did earlier with the human trekker.

Shivers ran down Drake's body as he took more than half of the cock, almost all the way down to the slowly growing knot. His strong yet delicate clawed hands still held onto the grey werewolf's shoulders, slowly descending to the expanse of his newly grown chest. Jason's eyes reopened as he felt the contact of Drake's sphincter drop carefully on his knot, making his whole cock twitch and swell a bit inside the bottom's stretched ass. Drake moaned and giggled a little, teasingly coursing his clawed fingers on top of Jason chest.

"It's my job, as a delta, to know my position in a pack. I can't help but look up at alphas with admiration and pride."

"Why... do you say I am an alpha?" Jason gasped as he felt Drake's hips start to move on their own, the ass wrapped around his cock milking him.

"I'll let... Father explain to you..." Drake moaned, increasing his rhythm, increasing the friction of his ring against the inflating knot.

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Tim had skipped classes again. When he arrived earlier, he had briefly reunited with Kevin and his girlfriend before they headed for class or something: he didn't really care anyway. What did the short twerp had that he hadn't anyway? He was far more muscled, bigger and he bet he had a much bigger dick anyway. Oh right: he had an inhuman dick.

"Fuckin' fags... All because of them..."

Alone in his room, Tim didn't waste time to undress himself, his clothes feeling ridiculously tight. The first thing to discard was the shoes, which he threw directly in the trashcan as he just realized his toes had literally burst through the fronts. This had probably happened on his way home from Charles' place.

"Always the fag's fault! One gave me a fuckin' freak dick and the other gave me friggin' clown feet!" He blasphemed.

Right before his eyes, the instant he sat down to take off the sweat-soaked torn socks, Tim was greeted with the biggest tent in his slacks he's ever seen. Why was he always so hard? Was it a secondary effect from becoming a fag?

"No!" He yelled at himself. "I'm not becoming some shitty faggot of a queer! I'm straight, God damn it!"

And still, pictures of fucking a guy's ass and sucking dicks assaulted his mind in perverse madness. Crying aloud, Tim felt the intense sexual need resurfacing. His bulging trousers distended furthermore around the almost-footlong boner he attempted to hide. For how long had he been hard? Had he been tenting his shorts like that all the way back? Was this why Kevin and Michelle left the room the instant he came by? Paranoia assaulted his mind as more scenery of gay sex unwinded in his mind.

The more he tried to die it out, the more his gritting teeth sharpened. The short beard on his face grew longer, spreading upward on his cheekbones. A large dark spot surrounded the tip of boner trapped inside the pants, spreading larger by the second as the overworked balls swelled and created more and more seminal fluids. Tim growled and stretched his body onto his bed, burrowing his red face in his pillow and letting out a childish shriek. His fingers gripped tightly at the blankets, the nails thickening and darkening, growing into obvious claws.

"Fuckers!" He yelled, jerking his head out of the pillow, the colour of his eyes turning into a feral yellow.

Instinctively, the tormented teen's hips started bucking as if he was fucking his own bed. It only took a couple thrusts before Tim let out a loud growl of bliss as cum fired off from his inhuman cock. Still wearing his pants, the teen did not even care that he's just fired the biggest load of his life and soaked himself in it. The cum seeped through the clothes and into the mattress and an overly powerful musk spread inside the room. With every shot of cum that kept firing of his outrageous cock, Tim didn't notice but his shoulder blades spread out, straining the sweater he wore to its very limits.

As the afterglow kicked in, Timothy let himself drop his heavier weight down on the bed, which was groaning more than usual. Uncaring, Timothy didn't even bother to clean us his mess, simply basking into it, unaware that claws were now jutting out of his fingers and toes, already tearing through the blankets of his bed.

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The ride to the police station was long as rush hour was starting already. Charles had tried putting on the radio, but his undying headache was making it unbearable to stand. Quickly, he looked at his face in the mirror. Somehow, his skin tone was flushed. Sweat pearled on his forehead and even his hands were moist and shaking on the wheel. The oddly quiet occupant on the backseat of the car had stayed so for the entire ride until now.

"What's your name?" Charles asked him, trying to befriend the victim and think of something else.

"Dennis Dougherty." He answered, still well muffled in the blanket.

"Are you in college?"

"No. I actually dropped out a few years ago."

That was as far as the conversation went. With no more question on his hurting mind, Charles went silent until it was the young man who asked him something.

"Say, you can be honest with me, officer. I'm just wondering... what's going to happen to me."

Charles did not answer immediately. It was a tricky question. Even though the victim said it was okay to be honest, he didn't want to scare or give wrong informations without the presence of Doctor Elizabeth.

"We are not sure, but there could be a possibility that these... beasts you saw could have transmitted some kind of... STD. We just have to confirm it and ask some more questions at the station."

Charles interpreted the silence from the victim positively, as he wouldn't need to answer any more questions. He cussed at himself for not bringing drugs to help relieve his headache. The man on the backseat swarmed a little in his seat, like something was bothering him.

"Are you alright?" The officer asked.

"Yeah... just dizzy and hot."

"Me too. Mind if I pull down the windows a bit?"

Oddly, a moan escaped the victim's lips rather than a clear answer. Disconcerted, but curious, Charles glanced in the mirror and noticed some movement under the blanket Dennis was wrapped into. There were no speculation to make: the victim was definitely playing with himself under the blanket. As much as Charles' rational and straight working demeanour wanted to stop the young man from participating into such a lewd action, a part of his brain eased it down to only enjoy it rather than repress the feeling, the need.

Warmth washed Charles over as he felt himself grow a hard-on upon spying his protege fondling his junk in the mirror. After all, they were stuck in the rush hour and had some time to kill. As seconds ticked by, Dennis' ministrations became more and more obvious. His eyes were becoming distant like he was daydreaming and the beating under the cloth was getting more frantic. A few minutes went by before a warm swelling in Charles' chest forced him to speak out.

"Enjoying yourself?"

The man on the backseat went at it for a couple more strokes before slowing down and taking notice of what he was doing. He cursed and pulled his hands out of the blanket, trying to hide his boner and embarrassment.

"Hey, no need to act all ashamed about it." Charles found himself saying, like it was his perverse nature taking over his normal behaviour.

"I... I didn't mean to! I was just thinking... huh... huh... Fuck, what's wrong with me?"

"It's alright, young sir. I don't mind at all."

"What the fuck... are you getting off to that?"

"You seemed to be the one getting off." Charles retorted with a wolfish grin at the lad.

Dennis blushed. With the highway was still jammed, Charles groaned and went off the first exit despite not leading directly to their destination. As he drove away, he found the victim to fall to its desires anew, fondling through the blanket at first, then overtly masturbating through the cloth. Charles growled deeply, playfully. Lust overwhelmed his rationality for a moment and the police officer drove them off to a back alley. Lost in his instinctive reverie, the man on the backseat took a while to realize the car was stopped and parked, hidden behind a large building.

"Where... where are we?" The man asked, confused yet somehow thrilled.

"Come sit on the passenger seat." The cop half-asked, half-ordered.

Obediently, Dennis executed himself. He pulled himself free from the blanket, unclasped the seating belt and then stepped over the speeding gear between the front seats to sit next to the officer. Upon closer inspection, Charles noticed the victim was about his age and build, even about the same height although he sat a hair taller. Blushing but with a hint of eagerness, Dennis looked at the policeman, then down at the crotch. In the uniform pants, the officer fondled a very obvious tent. While never having willingly tried anything with another man before, something appeased the disgust and repression on the back of Dennis' mind, changing the repulsive behaviour he would have usually expressed for curiosity.

Mimicking the figure of authority, Dennis overly fondled himself, bonding with the policeman over this simple act of masturbation. There was just something about this guy's scent that attracted Charles over him... something he felt was similar to his last date, Timothy.

"You're packing a good one." Dennis blushed upon saying it.

"Wanna see?" Charles smirked, attempting to unzip his pants without waiting for the lad's answer.

Slipping it through the fly of his pants with a satisfying groan, Charles eased his swollen cock out of its confines. It stood proudly erect, a little over what he was used too. Pleasantly surprised, Charles simply wrapped his hand around the throbbing flesh of his member before leading off the up and down motion. Enticed to imitate the cop, Dennis did the same. He dropped the blanket covering his naked body, a thin humble six incher pointing straight forward.

"Not too shabby either, huh?" Charles commented with a grin, watching his passenger go at it with more delicacy than him.

The trekker didn't give a comprehensive answer, but accelerated his motion. The officer slowed down to a stop, then pulled his hand away from his hard-on. Instead, he stretched his arm and grasped Dennis' erection within his hand to please his protege. Dennis shivered, but basked in pleasure, letting himself drop comfortably on the seat. After a short while of being pleased, he proceeded to imitate the cop once again, wrapping his hand around the taller man's fleshier shaft. Moans elevated in the car from the mutual masturbation both the men shared.

"Say... I don't know what's going on with me... but would you mind if... huh... never mind." Dennis moaned.

"No... tell me, what is it?" Charles insisted, firming his grip around Dennis' shaft.

"I..." Dennis started before squirming in his seat and pushing Charles' hand away. To Charles' surprise, his protege pulled off what little clothes he still had after his rape and stepped over Charles' thighs.

"Huh... I'm not..." Charles muttered before feeling the tip of his moist cock poking at the loose and welcoming entrance of Dennis' ass.

While being gay, the cop had always performed as a bottom, mostly because he had a hard time staying hard if he tried topping some guy. However, the dull gaze from the trekker and the welcoming sensation of plunging his painfully hard cock into some warm hole hushed his dialogue to incoherent moans of pleasure. Taking the lead like some sex-craved experimented slut, Dennis held himself on the cop's shoulders and used his daily trained thighs to squat up and down, albeit a little awkwardly, onto the beyond hard cock.

Charles' eyes rolled to the back of his head as he basked himself into a new sort of pleasure he never experimented before. Unconsciously, his hand went for the seat lever, pulling it so that the seat dropped down almost horizontally, giving them some more place for their intimate act. Dennis' squats increased in speed and Charles' hips started to buck automatically with newfound instincts, like he's fucked guys for years rather than taking them in the ass.

While a part of him grew scared of softening down like it had happened in the past as he tried fucking a guy, Charles was surprised to find out he was still completely hard... and that he loved topping. With more confidence, Charles hands held and guided the bottom's movements as he grew into it, fucking with more gusto. Dennis moaned as it felt almost like Charles' dick was growing into him, getting longer, but especially thicker.

Upon watching the bottom, Charles noticed the obvious thickening of stubble on his face. Growing uncomfortable, Charles wondered what was happening to him. The seat under him felt off, like it was... feeling cramped. The clothes around him... felt snug. A loud grunt escaped his lips as he was suddenly hit with volleys of warm gooey cum in the face. The contractions of Dennis sphincter around his cock was enough to push Charles over the edge. If anything, he felt his cock swelling even fatter inside the trekker's ass.

A stretching sensation attacked his legs and just as he witnessed Dennis' head hit the roof, Charles felt the car shrinking around him. His snug clothes were growing even more constricting, and the stubble on his face grew further into a beard under the sticky cum sprayed over his face. The top of his uniform grew taut from the expansion of his chest and the swelling of his biceps filled the sleeves to the brim. Silent gasp and groans escaped Charles lips as the bottom dropped his weight completely on him, his cock still somehow lodged inside the muscular ass of the cyclist.

Basking in the afterglow, Charles' mind slowly made its way out of the mist of lust... realizing he was shoved balls deep into the victim he was asked to bring to the station. Apparently, the victim realized what just happened, exchanging a concerned look with the officer.

"Huh... I'm..." The trekker muttered, trying to move away, only to find him locked to the cop. "What... what's... oh no..."

Dread filled Charles as he fear what was about to happen. The bottom tried pulling out free, only succeeding after a few attempts. As soon as Dennis moved away to the passenger seat, both of them realized that Charles cock had obviously changed. Midway toward red the flesh of the penis glistened and depicted a fat bulbous base, an animalistic knot. Moreover, even the tip of the improved shaft had changed, narrowing into a very slight point.

"Wha... What the hell?!" Charles exclaimed, confused between fright and curiosity.

"It's... it's just like them..." The rape victim mumbled.

Charles looked at the man with worried eyes, just realizing everything after that very sentence: he was infected. Dennis stretched a hand for Charles' member, the cop feeling shivers run down his spine.

"No... stop it!" Charles pleaded, just then realizing how big his arms and chest had blown up. "I'm... turning into one of them..."

Unable to break his gaze from looking at his body, cum soaked in his beard and upper uniform. He couldn't go to the office like that! What would he tell his coworkers? Dennis' movement on his cock accelerated again and Charles' body contorted in forbidden pleasure. He couldn't give in. He couldn't give in AGAIN. Suddenly, without controlling his own body nor the urge, Charles found himself on top of Dennis on the passenger seat, the backrest pulled down, both of them aggressively making out. Dennis' strong legs wrapped around the cop's waist, pulling him closer so that the inhuman cock rubbed against his still human, but improved as well, one. Saliva ran down the coarse stubble thickening on their face, their tongues wrestling like it was the final round of a championship.

Grunts and groans escaped their mouths as both of the men humped the other, strongly holding onto him. Despite having just blown a big load each, their erected cocks showed no signs of fatigue, ready for another round yet again. Words and thoughts didn't exist anymore. Only the primal animalistic sounds of their undying lust surrounded them, not that they even noticed or cared. If people had walked in the back alley, they would have seen a moving car with steamy windows. If people had walked in the back alley, they would have heard the screeching of the car only outdone by the sexual act of the two men in lust. If people had walked in the back alley, they would have smelled the strong pheromones of the males in rut through the small gap of opened window by the driver's seat.

Before long, Charles' newly changed cock made its way inside the screaming ass of his new lover, making its way in and out like a mad piston. Being on the top end felt so good that Charles couldn't understand how and why he's holden up for so long. Sure, being on the bottom end was fantastic, but there was an undeniable charm at feeling someone's warm body tightly wrapping and pleasing his achingly hard boner. His improved set of hairy balls slapped against Dennis' ass like a nice series of soft spanks.

With each thrusts in, Charles did not realize it, but his shoulders flared just a little, filling up more and more of his uniform, until he filled it to maximal capacity... and then some. Hearing the first sounds of seams splitting made Charles growl inhumanly and shove his knot deep inside the bottom into whom he unleashed yet another big fat load. The sensations of being filled with cock and cum made Dennis cum so hard volleys of his own seed hit his face, then further, hitting the backseat, coating it in fresh infected cum.

This time, it was Charles' turn to drop lazily onto Dennis from the spent orgasm, not caring that he just laid on Dennis' cum covered body and thus staining his uniform with spunk. The two male adopted the position for a while before realization crossed Charles' mind once again. The knot tying them both had started deflating, but the thought of fucking again was making him cock hardening already. With great effort, Charles shut his eyes and backed away, pulling out, then lowered the window next to him, blaming the lust on the concentrated pheromones in the air. Just as he did so, he suddenly felt alive again as fresh untainted oxygens made its way into his lungs.

"Fuck... what... have I done..." Charles muttered, before glancing down at the still hard man laying on the seat.

Shakily, the officer moved back to his seat and lowered his window again, trying to recycle the vicious air from inside the car.

"Ughh... what's happening to me... why am I... so horny?" Dennis moaned as he started fondling yet again.

Charles watched the man doing so, feeling his own cock hardening to full mast again, but he willed himself not to stare... at least, at Dennis. Charles' penis had somehow gone from slightly narrow pinkish form to a pointed crimson red rocket, looking almost twice as big as he's been accustomed to since his teens, at least nine inches long and definitely sporting a fat knot at the base. Moreover, even his balls had swollen up to the size of small oranges, covered in hair so thick it resembled fur.

Upon further examination at himself, Charles realized his uniform was wet and stained with cum. The first thing that crossed his mind was to take the blanket into which Dennis was wrapped in earlier and to try removing as much cum as he could from his face and uniform. Just as he cleaned himself up, he realized by the shaking of the car that the witness was, yet again, jacking himself ferociously on the passenger seat.

Charles licked his lips without realizing it, feeling cock springing back to life instantly, shooting a small wad of precum. However, he shook his head as he remembered, and confirmed, what Elizabeth had told him earlier. The sexual urges that assailed the infecteds could make them go at it again and again even after they reached coitus, but it wouldn't trigger more drastic changes to them before a few hours.

"Stop it!" The cop blurted out, closing his eyes and shaking his head aggressively. In a sudden gesture, he threw the blanket at the victim. "Cover yourself in that! We're heading directly to the station... and you better not tell them what just happened here!"

Adjusting his seat, Charles realized that he had to pull it back as the space felt more cramped than ever. Not only was the room feeling smaller, he realized how he sat even higher than he was used to, meaning he had grown even taller. With terrified but devotion, Charles shoved the deformed package inside his trousers, turned on the car and pressed hard on the gas pedal, realizing that even his boots were starting to feel tight.

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Tim was living through a heavenly nightmare. Furry asses of guys lined up before him to fuck, serving him like the alpha male he knew he was. He was their alpha, their superior, their God. Women were chased from this heavenly harem. There were only men. Muscled, hairy, big manly men. Nothing like his short twerp of a roommate or that fucking fag of Jason who cursed him with an inhuman faggot dick. Even that fucker Charles was not considered a real man and thus was the biggest sluttiest bitch of them all, getting to service even Tim's pleasure slaves. Tim had lost count of how many asses he's fucked, how many mouth he's fucked, how many face he's bruised from his superior manly punches. Those fuckers had seen it coming: no teeth had to touch his precious footlong dick and if the bitch gagged or even worse retched, Tim would make sure it would suffer lack of breath. Everything was perfect.

However, even a pleasuring nightmare had to come to an end.

Tim woke up with a loud moan to another inhumanly huge load spurt out of his cock. With a dumbfounded grin stretched on his bearded face, the psychotic student turned around on his back, rolling himself, unaware, in his own spunk. Despite having shot another massive load, his boner was still persistent, stretching his baggy yet soaked trousers like a circus tent. Looking at the ceiling in afterglow, Tim's hands unconsciously scraped at his blankets, the sound of tearing acting like a smooth melody to Tim... until he became conscious enough to be curious at what the sound actually was.

Upon looking at his hands, Tim let out a terrified shriek, only then noticing the large claws jutting out of his fingers. Frightened, he also glanced at his feet to realize they had not simply grown to, at least, enormous size sixteens, but that sick animal claws had taken the place of his previous toenails, further shredding the damp socks he forgot taking off earlier. The pleasure he'd succumbed to during his sleep had died out. The only thing he could think about was how psychedelic this whole nightmare was becoming... and this was all because of the gays.

In an outburst of wrath, Tim jerked out of his bed in a single motion and growled fiercely. His perfect life had torn apart from the moment he's been assaulted in the men's bathroom in September, three weeks ago. Ever since then, he just fell more and more into the sick descent of homosexuality and thus turning into a monster, literally.

"Fuckin' faggots... they're fuckin' monsters!"

Memories of his childhood came back full force. Having lived on the countryside, he was used to see the same people everyday, to know everyone around him and their place in their small society. From the moment he's started school, the kids around him would make fun of whoever was different from them. First, they showed no mercy at the immigrants, whether it be Asians or African descendants, but it didn't stop there. Even people that shared the same skin colour or the same shaped eyes, if they were Europeans or even worse, French-Canadians, they were all victim of intimidation.

Afterward, when they integrated Middle School, the students had gotten bored of aggressing the same group of individuals and had to move to another different clique: non-heterosexuality and non-christian beliefs were the most severe ones. Like another "perfect" white sheep among the pack, Tim followed suit and mocked, harassed and humiliated those who differed from what the hormonal preteens declared "normal people behaviours".

High School turned to be the most glorious and memorable memories Tim ever had. Now that most of the teens had part of their growth spurt, especially the guys, they could finally exert their strength and dominance over the pathetic smalls and nerds, but also the girls. Tim remembered very well the party where they defied authority and drank booze and shit, smoking drugs and, the best of all, fucking those passed out girls like poor bitches. Of course, fucking bare had too much of a risk of retracing the guys if the girls got pregnant, but it didn't stop Tim and his macho friends to fuck a few of them bare, knowing these particular girls were on birth control pills.

Yet now, everything Timothy has been showed and turned against all his life was collapsing apart. He had become the gay he always despised, mocked and beat, and he couldn't even get a boner or fathom fucking a girl anymore. The madness assessing him was too much to bear. In a childish manner, Tim started punching and kicking everything in sight. He threw the lamps of the nightstands, shoved the nightstand on the ground, grabbed and tore the bed blankets, kicked their beds upside-down... and exerting his anger only made him feel better.

The more he kicked and broke down furniture and stuff around him, the better he felt. The seams of his blazer started to split around his shoulders, not only because of the sharp movements he made, but because his muscles and frame kept expanding with every burst of anger. After vandalizing the desks, beds, shelves and objects in the room, Timothy felt relaxed for a brief moment. Closing his eyes in bliss, he failed to notice his beard had grown out some more and that his nose had started to blacken.

A clawed hand came to his still bulging groin. This outburst felt so good that it was a sad thing there were nothing else to break around him... except for that closet. Walking toward the mirrored door, Tim didn't recognize himself at first sight. An overly muscled guy, filling his blazer with bulky muscles to the brim and then some, looked back at him. The eyes had turned yellow and a massive unkept beard stretched around his face, obscuring his neck. The young man growled at himself in disdain, preparing himself to hit and shatter the mirror into pieces when a knock at his door disturbed his train of thoughts.

Without considering the chaotic room, his tearing clothes, the fact his human traits were dying or that he sported a monstrous erection in his trousers, Tim walked to the door the instant he smelled the scent of a male standing right behind. The student did not realize how he could make it out, recognizing the smell of a man was just... instinctive, somehow. Upon opening the door, the student came to meet a student about his height with an average build, far from his own, looking disturbed.

"What the hell are you doing, bro?! What's all this fuckin' noise about?!"

Faster than his own shadow, Tim jerked his hand forward and grabbed the collar of the pissed student, dragging him inside his room. With a surprised cry, Tim's hostage realized with wide opened eyes the destroyed room.

"What the..."

Closing the door abruptly behind him, Tim shoved this "intruder" against the wall fiercely despite the protestations and threats. Roughly, Tim manhandled him and pressed his own body against his. Upon feeling the contact of a throbbing boner against his behind, the poor human screamed in fear of physical assault. Even though they were of comparable heights, he had no chance outdoing this bulky steroid-liked bodybuilder.

"Okay, okay! Let me go! I don't mind you making all the noise you want! Please! Just don't..."

Tim forcefully pulled down the guy's pants and thus revealed a nicely hairy ass. While it was flat instead of the bubbly pair of asscheeks he'd prefer, Tim was so desperate that it would do. He pushed down his own soggy trousers to his big clawed feet, aligning the throbbing inhuman spire with the poor man's hole.

"Fuck! No! Please!"

"Fuck... yeah..." Tim growled, not realizing his pitch dropped deeper as he said those words, welcoming the bliss of shoving the tip of his pointed cock inside a tight ass.

The human kept on whining and crying until his mind blurred a little, oddly soothing him and welcoming the feeling. The enormous amount of precum Tim kept pouring inside him made a good job sedating him. "Perfect. I was getting tired of this bitch's cries." The top growled in bliss, forcefully shoving in and out his almost footlong meat, brushing the entrance with his inflating knot with each thrusts in. Giving in to his instincts, Tim raised his head back in bliss, letting his hips do the work on autopilot. He was approaching orgasm faster than he intended, but he didn't care. Whether he came fast or not, it was the sole act that he needed to achieve so that he could finally be at peace with his body and mind again.

Despite having abated the cries of the human, he was still conscious and whining faintly from the monstrous intrusion and pummelling of his virgin ass. Tim turned his head sideways, watching them fuck in the mirror. He watch his body dominating over this worthless piece of human flesh and bones, a body serving only for his personal use and pleasure, a slave like the ones from his dream.

This thought made Tim cross the edge. With one last forceful thrust, he shoved his swelling knot inside the human's ass as he emptied yet another giant load of cum in the man's bowels. Pressing strongly against the human trapped by the wall, Tim felt taken aback from a sudden sense of vertigo. No longer was he sharing the same height as this worthless pleasure-slave, he was getting even bigger and taller, only better to assess his alpha male dominance. He watched himself in the nearby mirror as he piled on inches... but was taken aback as he witnessed his feet change drastically into large digitigrade paws.

"What?! No!" Tim growled in an angry scare.

He tried stepping back, but realized he was yet again attached to the man's asshole like it was trying to eat his deformed cock in.

"Give it back, fucker!" Tim growled.

RRRRIP.

With every pull on his cock, Tim's shoulders spread out some more, widening the gaps from his blazer, revealing stripes of heavily hairy flesh.

RRRRIP.

The remaining threads of socks around his growing wolfish paws tore apart as they widened and arched some more, making Tim stand just slightly taller, towering over the six-foot human in front of him.

RRRRIP.

As more of the blazer tore, showing the widening back that was growing hidden under a thickening mat of dark brown fur, a new appendage grew at the bottom of his back, just above his large globe-like asscheeks: a swishing tail.

RRRRIP.

"Noooo!" Tim howled as he watched his face lose its angular shape, his jaw growing squarer and pushing an inch forward into a slight muzzle.

Right in the mirror, Tim witnessed exactly what had hunted him for weeks. He was looking more and more like the hirsute freak that assaulted him in the bathroom at the beginning of the semester. In one last attempt to save himself, Tim managed to ease his knot and cock out of the human's ass, letting him drop down to the ground in a semi-drugged state, whining and crying, shivering. As if it was all it needed, Tim realized his changes stopped the moment he broke apart from the human's ass.

Standing at almost six feet and a half, he had a whole new perspective of the surrounding environment as he used to be five feet ten at the beginning of college. He pulled the once loose stretchy pants that were at his wolfish paws and slipped them back up, now skin tight and not covering the whole length of his calves. In a quick attempt to hide his changes, Tim tore the destroyed blazer apart from him and took the hoodie inside the closet, breaking the mirrored door while trying to retrieve it, not that he cared.

A sudden headache hit him as a symphony of words and sounds made their way into his head.

"Beast... Instinct... Calling... Father..." Tim heard through the noise bickering him. Looking down, he could see, yet again already, his erection threatening to tear out of the trousers. He barely gave a look at the weeping student on the floor, then left his room, trying to flee this whole mess.

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~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They've finally arrived to it: a secluded mansion in the woods. Jason looked at it with a sense of dread. Has this been the place where Michael had been hiding all along? One thing for sure, that's where the source of the calling originated from.

Without even bothering to hide their inhuman bodies, the pair of werewolves walked on the mansion's grounds when a large bearded man in a dark uniform and wearing sunglasses showed them the way in like he awaited them. Jason kept looking at him with a bit of nervosity, only to be welcomed with a fang-filled grin from the man.

Once inside the home, the pair walked into a gigantic architectural hall illuminated by various chandeliers. A noble wooden staircase covered with a red carpet led the way up and tall wooden doors stood on opposite sides of the foyer. Despite having grown to enormous sizes, Jason couldn't help but feel ironically small into the grand hall.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on top of the stairs, slowly walking down to greet the newcomers. The man wore clothes befitting of a butler, dressed in black and white, which somehow contrasted with his rich coloured skin. A smirk stretched on his lips as he walked down at a slow pace, the sound of his steps suppressed into the red carpet.

"Greetings, proud beast." He addressed Jason, solely bowing his head at Drake. "My name is Benji and I am only but our Father's butler in his humble residence. I figure you must have a million questions right now."

The sexual tension within Jason seemed to ebb down. Rational thoughts resurfaced like the oppression of the Calling was letting go of him. Perhaps having reached the destination of the reaching voice calmed down the instinctive fog, yet Jason still stayed on his guard, redoubting he'd be out of his misery that easily. The butler seemed to notice the resilience of the teenager, but his welcoming smile did not falter nor show any malice.

"What... the fuck?" Jason all could mutter.

So many things happened in the past couple days, if not weeks, that he didn't even know where to start. So many questions assailed his mind right now that his head felt like it was carrying the whole universe. A deep bellied laugh escaped Benji's throat. Jason turned at Drake who seemed to do all he could not to burst out in laughter as well. Clearly not amused, Jason clarified his throat and asked a more direct question.

"Who's that Father? Where is he?"

Benji' amusement came to a slow halt. He looked at the young beast down the stairs, which he walked down to join the arrivers.

"Father isn't there yet, Jason. He was retained somewhere and will come home later than he intended."

Once the man reached the bottom of the stairs, Jason realized how much he towered over him, wondering how much that man must have felt small in such a large empty room.

"Then, can you explain me what this is all about?! Where is Michael?!"

The man before his eyes smiled broadly, showing his sharper-than-human teeth.

"Father was right, you definitely are an alpha after all."

"What is this all about?! Are you comparing me to... some kind of wolf or something?!"

Benji stretched a hand and place it on Jason's furry chest, feeling the strong but quick beats of his heart. The feeling of a stranger's hand on him made Jason uncomfortable, but he let the man do it nonetheless.

"As a matter of fact, yes." The butler removed his hands, which seemed to have suddenly grown claws and increasingly hairy. However, the instant he moved it away, Jason observed the hairy and claws retract with bewilderment. "After all, Father conjoined the genes of men and wolves to recreate... artificial werewolves if I can say."

"Artificial... werewolves?"

"Father claims that werewolves used to live long ago but that were extinct because of mankind."

"So you're telling me... we're just some kind of... freakish Frankenstein's experiment?!" Jason indignantly exclaimed.

"You are a tough one to crack, huh?" The butler smirked at the werewolf's outburst, pleasantly surprised.

Not scared at all, the butler got even closer and started fondling the beast's sheath, which made the red tip of its dick to pop out. Jason shivered and put a step back, shaking his head in suppression, the fight between his mind and body resurfacing from this sole ministration.

"Leave me alone!" The teen grumbled, trying to shove the man away as he closed in the distance between the two of them again.

Suddenly, as if the push back did provoke the butler, his face contorted into a sneer and grew a muzzle of its own. The butler's clothes creaked a little as he literally grew and swelled bigger right before Jason's shocked eyes.

"Hey! Stop it!" A commanding voice boomed out.

The two rivalling creatures turned toward the voice to see another half-wolf half-man creature with grey fur, a touch darker than Jason's, poking out of the cuffs of his buttoned shirt.

"Benji, don't frustrate our new fellow."

The butler's fur retracted and his body lost some of its size as it took back a more human-like appearance.

"Uh... sorry." He mumbled.

"And careful not to tear your suit apart. I don't think Father will appreciate if you keep outgrowing your clothes."

"Yes, Alphonse."

"Good. Now go to the kitchen and prepare something for our new members."

Dismissively, the butler left the great hall bitter.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's always a bit edgy. You must be Jason, right? Michael talked a lot about you."

Jason's ears and tail flinch. His head turned toward Alphonse, eyes gleaming.

"Please... just tell me where he is..."

"Follow me."

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Behind the steering wheel of his car, Charles sobbed. It was all he could do, apart from touching himself. He couldn't deny the evidence: he was infected by the virus. From the moment he's seen the inhuman red cock between his legs, he's realized how much in trouble he was. Flashbacks of the previous night with his date came back to his mind and he couldn't help but wonder if that guy actually WAS infected himself. If so, would that mean that protection wouldn't stop transmitting the virus? Or did the guy REALLY bothered putting on protection after all? So many questions assailed him without any straight answers. If the change of his private parts wasn't obvious enough for an answer, the growth spurt he's just had made it pretty clear he couldn't elevate suspicions from his coworkers, especially Doctor Elizabeth. How would he explain how he suddenly grew to a six-foot-five muscled brute over the spawn of two days to Terrence?

"Ohh... Terrence..." He murmured, thinking of his work partner, the boner hardening anew in his now tight uniform pants, slipping out of this alien-like sheath.

It couldn't go on like this, he had to be honest and tell Terrence, Shawn, even Elizabeth. He didn't know what she planned on doing to that poor Dennis though, nor did he want to know. Actually, the last glance she shot at him roused a deep fear of what she could be capable of. He remembered pitiful Dennis looked when he locked him in a cell at the station just a few minutes ago, how much the guy begged him to let him out and to leave together, flee the brewing storm Charles knew was roving toward them. Even literally, the clouds gathered in the sky, hiding the twilight under a dark purple veil. The wind was growing strong, the humidity in the air was announcing an oncoming rain.

A droplet hit his windshield, then another. Soon a hundreds then thousands of them hit his car all at once. Charles couldn't even gather the energy to get back home. He was supposed to have his night off, but there he was, sitting in his car in the police station parking. He caught a glance at himself in the mirror, looking at the thick stubble already obscuring his face like he's spent a few days without shaving, absorbing the running tears.

His longer and meatier fingers gripped tighter around the steering wheel reflexively as he heard his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out with more difficulty than he thought it'd be possible due to his new bigger hands unfitting in the pockets. It was a message from Terrence.

'Cake believe they need me to night'

'I meant cake'

'Cake'

'Buck in machine'

Charles smiled at his goofing partner's lack of ability using technology. He let out a sigh of relief. The phone buzzed in his hand. It was Terrence calling him. With a deep breath in, suppressing the upset whirlwind of emotions tormenting him, he pressed the green icon.

"Hey, partner." Charles said casually, clearing his throat.

"Hey, youngster, have you been called out tonight for work too? Apparently, there's been another beast appearance at college, this time in one of the frats."

Charles' heart fluttered. He instantly thought about Leon who was released out of his cell and suspected him... until the thought of Tim, also a college kid whom he suspected could have bluffed and infected him, came to his mind. How many of them were infected? Perhaps the best would be to proceed to another step in the confinement of the mutagen.

"I've been called in today..." He answered. "Now on my way home."

"Fuckers. What a troop of lost clowns. They can't take care of a damn case without calling all the crew. Anyway, have a good night of sleep for me too, will you?"

"Sure... Hey, Terrence..."

"Yes?"

Charles was at loss for words. He desperately wanted to share his insecurities and the fact that he had contracted the virus, but some part of him only saw the image of Doctor Elizabeth trapping him in a cage and executing all sorts of frightening experiments on him.

"Uh... good luck tonight."

"Thanks. See ya."

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~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Tim had only one goal in mind: getting to the very place where his nightmare begun, the men's bathroom. Right when he pushed the door opened, he was met with two men arguably in some kind of conflict. He recognized one of them as a gym class teacher he saw a couple times at the gym, but he couldn't remember where, or if, he's seen the second one. While the gym teacher was a figure to remember from his bulky yet defined physique, the other man was very tall and lithe, wearing a pair of large round glasses over his crooked nose. Despite the odd look of his long black hair tied into a ponytail, this guy unmistakably had to be a teacher or a professional working at this school considering the dark suit he wore.

Upon disrupting the pair, Tim felt compelled to leave the men alone to their business. However, the gym teacher broke free from the other man's grip and went for the exit, grumbling something. In a detached manner, the crooked-nose man went for the sink to wash his hands. He gave a quick glance at the entering occupant who stood like a statue with a gigantic awkward boner. The taller man gave him a genuine smile.

"Gay, I see?" The man rhetorically said.

"That's none of your business, fucker!" Tim furiously yelled, blushing behind the thick beard overtaking his face.

The grin on the man's face stretched further. Tim had only one thing on his mind, fuck, and if that cheeky guy was still standing there, no matter if he had a couple inches on him, Tim would fuck him into submission. Just as he was about to leap at him, the sneering man stepped away completely unfazed by the aggressive look of the student.

"I was about to call it a day... but if you wish to talk to someone, I'll be in my office. It's the Y-101, first door to your right in the Y aisle." The tall man softly said, never letting go of his shit-eating grin.

"What the fuck, fag? The only help I need is with... THAT!" Tim showcased the fat boner that was copiously soaking his trousers with precum.

He stepped toward the man who looked passively at him, but the instant he was about to put a hand on him, an odd sense of reluctance forced him to brake. The haughty presence of this tall man had a weight to it that gave Tim a feeling of freight and, almost, submission.

"Oh well... I guess there has to be some, anyway." The man shrugged dismissively.

Tim simply stood there, all three hundred pounds of his bulky six-foot-four frame, watching the man walk out of the bathroom. Rage boiled in the tormented teen, his boner only throbbing harder and harder, some stitches of his pants actually starting to split. Confused yet angry and even hornier, Tim flopped the needy shaft off from his pants, watching it leak continuously on the bathroom tiles, between his deformed furry feet. Again, he wrapped his hand around the thing when a noise alerted him that somebody was entering the bathroom. Instinctively, Tim went for one of the stalls. There were more than a guy getting in and if he was caught raping one of them, he didn't want the other to run away. Locked inside, Tim dropped down on the toilet seat and proceeded to jack off upon hearing their voices, imagining he was forcing them into submission.

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~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Guided through the maze-like mansion, Jason finally entered a secret passage behind a tapestry depicting wolves in a large study. This room lead to descending stairs illuminated poorly by old yellowish lights. In the basement, he entered a large circular room. Columns erected from the ground upward to support a slightly arched ceiling painted so it depicted a nightly sky. Painted stars and an outsized full moon almost shone through the dark blue paint, a few clouds painted in the mix as well.

A few men were there already, some of them adopting the appearance of anthropomorphic wolves. Safe from a few of the beasts, they were all, at least partly, dressed up. Among them, Jason recognize the black furred beast Michael had become, who stood among the tallest and had his head lowered in shame.

"What... is this all about?" Jason queried, in awe at this sect-looking reunion.

"You have been blessed with the werewolf gene, Jason." His guide told him. "For having completed your transformation into a full werewolf, you have proven yourself to be worth of our Father's blessing."

"Who is this Father?! Where is he?! Why did he do..."

Jason was at loss for words, continuously repeating the same questions over and over in hope of an answer, but to no avail. Even though he towered over most of the small crowd, he still felt like a small stray child among the other beasts. Alphonse approached him and put a warm hand on his shoulder.

"I know how you feel. We've all been through this ourselves."

"Does that mean... we'll turn back to our human selves?" Jason asked with a glimpse of hope.

The man smirked playfully.

"Why so eager to turn back?"

"I... I just want my normal life again..."

The snide on Alphonse's face turned apologetic.

"You never will."

Jason's heart sank. He even heard Michael whimper to this brutal declaration.

"At least, you'll never completely return to your normal life. Well... maybe you will have a sense of normality, but that won't be the case of your pal Michael here. After all, he's currently being looked for by the police and is categorized as a beast by the authorities, so his reintegration to society can't forcibly be as smooth as yours since you are still perfectly human according to the police reports."

"I... there must be a way..." Jason muttered, putting a hand-paw on a column for balance as his legs felt about to give, turning to Michael. "I can't just let him... like this..."

"So selfless..." Alphonse said with a hint of admiration. "Father isn't there, but I'm sure he'd assign you as an alpha."

"What's an alpha? Is it like... the alpha of... a wolf pack?"

"Similarly. It makes you the leader of your division, like a fatherly figure for your underlings."

"And what about Michael? What... would he be?" Jason asked, without breaking his gaze from his roommate.

"Interestingly, Father hasn't given him a proper role yet. He says his behaviours shift between those of an alpha and an omega. In fact..."

Jason heard the man's steps get closer to him. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Since Father knows you have feelings for him and that you were bound to become an alpha for a while, he felt like you would be the most suitable person to decide what position he should take."

Michael lowered his head in shame, his tail curled downward between his legs. However, a bit of his red cock peeped out of its sheath in a lust-crazed manner. Jason licked his lips as he felt his own body starting to give into his primal instincts. Right then, the hatred he had accumulated in the past week for the betrayal from the man he was in love with came back with rage. While Michael used to be the bigger and more muscled of the two, Jason stood now a little taller and his non-shredded midsection made him look slightly bulkier.

The present men and beasts into the room smiled one by one. Their gaze locked with the feral look into Jason's eyes, closer to a brutal yellow rather than the syrupy golden hue they were earlier when he entered the room. Guided by instinct, Jason stepped toward the man who had assaulted him more than once, ready to return the deed. Some of the men started showing wolfish traits and to fondle the growing bulge under their clothes. An aroma of lust and man musk was growing stronger in the basement.

"Looks like I was right." One of the changing men in a suit told his pal next to him with an elbow-punch, showing his hand.

"The bet isn't over, just wait and see." The other burlier wolfman grumbled, loosening his belt before pulling his plump changing cock out.

Suddenly, an object caught Jason's attention from one of the antechambers surrounding the circular room. Like the last bits of Jason's strength were surfacing again, he stopped in his steps and turned toward the odd object. His heart pumped harder inside his chest. Right there, on a stand, was a very old-looking guitar. The beasts in the room realized Jason's fixation with the instrument.

Pulling at his shirt collar, from which tufts of fur were starting to poke out, Alphonse walked closer to Jason.

"This is Father's oldest souvenir from his past. He says it belonged to a shepherd who used to play and sing songs to him."

Jason kept looking at the instrument with intensity. Instead of walking toward Michael, he walked toward the object of his obsession. Alphonse tried stepping and stopping Jason from approaching the guitar, but some part of him simply couldn't.

"We're... not supposed to approach it."

"After stripping me from my life, do you want to stop me from living my passion as well?" Jason starkly said back.

"I'm not sure Father would approve." Another of the half-men half-beasts added.

Without a care for their warnings, Jason grabbed the guitar from its pedestal like it had been waiting to be used for an eternity. Oddly enough, the condition of the instrument seemed not to have aged at all and looked like it was coming from the luthier. With the object in his strong wolfish hands, Jason couldn't help but feel a wave of fresh air hit him and to feel the fur stand on its ends all over his body. A rush of emotions went through him and a welcoming warmth rocked him tenderly.

He was thrown back into his memories, back to the time he applied for college over a year ago for guitar. He had tried so hard to be accepted as a guitarist in the music faculty, but his performance was not the required level the judges sought, hence why he reapplied as a bassist one year later. Still, the guitar always kept a soft spot in his heart. With a soft brush of his hand, carefully not to damage the strings with his claws, Jason winced at the lack of justness of the instrument. Not only was it untuned, but the pitch was incredibly flat, corresponding to a pitch that would have been the norm centuries ago.

Thanks to his perfect pitch, Jason calibrated the strings so that they were harmonics of each other, although he was unable to make it the right 440 Hz pitch that was common nowadays due to the fear of breaking the old strings. The other beasts watched Jason in utter fear that he could break the beloved memento of their Father. Still, the musician showed remarkable agility manoeuvring the instrument despite its age and his new size. Once it was properly calibrated, Jason walked back toward the group of men and beasts, directly toward Michael.

"I don't know for how much time I can still control myself, Michael." Jason declared, dropping his gargantuan self to one knee on the ground. "But what I told you earlier today is true. I love you... and if this beast takes control over you, I want you to remember the truthfulness of my feelings."

Jason played an E major chord, sounding a bit foreign to him due to the flatness of the pitch.

"The only thing I desire more than to play music is to be with you... and if I'm supposed to become... an alpha, then I want you, as my partner, to share the title with me."

---

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"This is bad." Elizabeth muttered upon looking at the room that people suspected the earlier presence of beasts earlier. The room was a further disaster than she thought it would be. There was semen everywhere, literally. Huge claw marks scratched the ruined floorboards, furniture and electronics were ruined, broken and flooded with the ridiculous amount of sperm that was spread everywhere.

The whole section of the building was secured. Vapours of the muskiness had reached over the nearby bedrooms and common rooms, making the air dense and heavy with male pheromones and sex. Elizabeth was confident enough to say that the mutagen was not transmittable through the air, but her crew and herself still opted to put on quarantine suits to prevent any possible cross contamination.

Meanwhile, Terrence had managed with the police crew to secure the perimeter. The Chief Officer was actually talking again with the Principal whom was overwhelmed with the degrading situation. People claimed a beast-like man has been seen in the gym on the same day before they were alerted of beasts abandoning themselves to sexual behaviours in one of the frat's rooms. Terrence couldn't help but exclaim an "I knew it!" from the very moment he was informed this room was Leon Lester's. While there were no beast to see in the quarantined room, his roommate Eric Miles was nowhere to be found and rumours from the other residents of the frat were that he seemed to show odd behaviour earlier. While it was only a hypothesis, facts seemed to converge toward the possible exposition of Eric to the virus as well.

From afar, Charles looked at the officers holding off the crowd of disturbed students from the quarantine area. After an hour of feverish masturbation and thrusting his biggest dildo at his place, he couldn't keep it in anymore. For the sake of the people, the dark secret of his infection couldn't be kept hidden any longer. Bringing himself together, Charles slipped the toy, still inside of his ass, out and threw it on the stained and musk backseat. He pulled up his pants and shoved back his inhuman erection inside his trousers, then proceeded to step out of his car, hitting his head on the roof on his way out.

He had thought he was done changing after his orgasm with Dennis earlier, but his body still seemed to be changing albeit much slower, just like Elizabeth had told him it would. He could feel his decent muscle swell out more than ever, splitting even more of the seams of his cop attire. The stubble he had shaved right before he started his masturbation frenzy had already grown back all the way and then some, obscuring his jaw behind a short chestnut beard.

With his newly improved gait, Charles walked for the locked down area, until he caught a glimpse of people in quarantine suits. His skin paled at the sight like he's just seen a ghost. The little courage he had assembled crumbled like a sand castle to the waves. In a feeble attempt to escape, he went for the main building. Inside, he was intercepted by a student seemingly high on weed, judging by the scent.

"Hey, you are with the police crew, right? How long do you think you'll stay there, that's my dorm over there!"

"Huh... no clue yet, boy. You'll have to... stay patient until we sort this mess out."

"Fuckin' assholes..." The frustrated student grumbled.

It took all Charles' self control not to grab the insulting teen and push him against the wall. He didn't lack the strength or the size to intimidate anyone anymore after all. Right as he tried to compose himself, Charles' pent up aggression soon forced a few more of the seams of his uniform to creak and split. The infected cop stepped away like nothing happened, not giving any more attention to the teen that angered him. Like he was lost and only guided by instinct, Charles went for the closest bathroom he could find.

His head was spinning. Thoughts of shoving guys against the walls and fucking the hell out of them eased their way into his mind.

"No! Get out... of my head..." He pleaded, hitting the door of the bathroom with his shoulder, feeling and hearing another seam giving.

He approached the sink counter onto which he bent over. Looking at himself in the mirror, he assessed under the bright light of the bathroom how much he's changed since he left his place. His eyes had taken a hue that looked closer to a light brown, almost yellow, and dark circles surrounded his tired eyes. His mouth was showing the first signs of change as the gums looked redder and his canines pointier. Paranoid, he could almost imagine the changes intensifying right before his eyes.

Suddenly, one of the closed stall doors opened abruptly. Charles turned around slightly, his nerves making him excessively anxious at the moment. Right then, he witnessed the presence of a beastly man standing about the same height as him. A wide grin stretched on his thick jaw, looking almost inhuman. Upon further observation, the man showed defined similarities with the beasts that were reportedly seen on campus. Right there, without a care in the world, the monster was jerking off before the petrified cop.

"I knew you smelled like someone I know... Charles."

"Ti... Timothy?! What the... You fucker! You WERE infected!"

"Infected of what? Of being a fuckin' fag?! Guess you like me now, huh?!" Tim retorted, showcasing his monstrous dick and flexing with his other arm.

"Are you retarded or what?! You're turning into a monster... and you infected me with this... fucking virus!"

"So... being a fag IS a virus after all! HA!" Tim burst out in a maniacal laughter. "Why don't you just turn around and bend down over the sink, huh, fuckin' fag? I really need to plow a hole right now!"

"Are you fucking listening to yourself? You're turning into a MONSTER! You're going to get in a cell!"

Tim's hysterical laughter increased in volume.

"Well... you don't look that far behind me anyway, fag. So what'll it be? Out me and I'll out you?"

Charles' face turned red in a mix of anger, embarrassment and guilt. Tim snapped his head back and groaned louder, increasing the pace of his open masturbation.

"See... about a month ago, a guy assaulted me right here... and now I'm becoming like him... and you're becoming like me too. It's just like History: it's a circle without end, Charles... and there's nothing we can do... but embrace it!"

Charles was taken aback as the masturbator leaped his way, turned him around and forced him to bend over the counter.

"No! Stop it, you fool!" Charles screamed, unable to fight against the much more muscled brute forcing control over him.

"Shh, you like it anyway, fag." Tim growled in bliss, feeling his enormous cock slip against the seat of Charles' pants. "See the good in it, I won't need protection since the condoms keep breaking!"

"You're just... a fucking... asshole!" Charles growled, using all the strength he had to shove his aggressor away.

Surprised, Tim lost his balance and fell to the floor. Lost to the quick outburst of rage, Charles didn't notice more of his uniform tearing apart as his shoulders widened and he exerted his own strength over the teen. Just like earlier with the victim in his car, Charles lost control of his body, which moved without his will, like it was on autopilot. Despite the protestations of the rebellious student, the police officer managed to hold his head still by taking a firm grasp of his hair inside a hand. Meanwhile, he fumbled with his other hand to pull out the more-than-hard red boner that he had concealed inside his pants for a while.

"He... help!" Tim tried to scream before he was shoved the cop's cock past his blackened lips.

"What did you say? I didn't heard you!" Charles mocked out, his chest puffing out as if the wolf inside him tried to get out more and more.

Quickly, the police officer started building momentum, taking the lead just like earlier with Dennis in his car... something that he found was becoming more and more instinctive. Soon enough the cries and pleads of Timothy died out and he wasn't trying to forcefully pull away from the red cock he was sucking on like a thirsty slut. It didn't take long that it brought Charles to orgasm. With a loud groan that could have shaken the walls, the officer cried in bliss along with the splittings of his uniform.

Six feet five was a thing of the past as he kept piling on inch after inch until he was standing as tall as a door, at least six feet eight tall. The bulk of his muscles increased as well, biceps growing to be the biggest ones of all the entire police crew, forcing the tear under his musky armpits to expand further and expose tufts of thickening hair peeking out. While being very sturdy and far from cheap, Charles' boots gave a big complaint before large clawed toes broke through the size 12 footwear. In order to mimic the clawed toes, the nails on his hands thickened and grew sharper as well, looking closer to claws onto the cracking and widening hands that firmly held Tim's skull.

Standing next to a mirror, Charles witnessed how his changes progressed, remembering once more the saying of Doctor Elizabeth regarding the correlation between the transformation rate and sex. As the lust mist dissipated slightly, Charles took in the situation before his eyes and, in panic, he tried to move away from Tim only to realize that the base of his cock had somehow swollen up in the student's mouth and was sensible to pull out. Carefully, the police officer pulled it out in shock. It had grown furthermore into an alien-like dick, just like Tim's. Upon looking at Tim's dazed face, which suddenly grew very red, Charles felt a slight part of him fear the oncoming wrath of the psychotic student. Quickly, Charles shoved his cock right back into his pants, which split loudly from the inseams as he tried closing them, then ran away from the bathroom.

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All the commotion on the campus was what students talked about. Social media talked about the apparition of beasts on campus and because of the dramatic events, night classes were lifted. Rain poured outside and thunder tore through the skies above strong winds. From the library where Kevin was working on a group project with Gabriel, an Informatics classmate, the shorter student couldn't help but look through the window the many police cars with their flashing lights encircling one of the dormitories.

"Earth to Kevin! Earth to Kevin!" His classmate said to the lunatic teen.

"Huh... sorry, dude... guess Imma call it a night fer me." Kevin mumbled.

"Ugh... alright, man. I guess we'll finish it tomorrow." Gabriel shrugged.

Kevin was putting his stuff back into his bag. He checked his cellphone. Still, he had no answer from Jason nor Michael. His girlfriend, due to the dangerous turn of events tonight, insisted that he should come stay at her place for a while since it seemed safer than the frats right now. She also added that she didn't like Tim, especially since he looked like a psychopath earlier and that she feared he'd do something terrible.

"She's just exaggerating..." Kevin muttered to himself, although he also felt something off with Tim recently.

Bidding goodbye to his classmate, Kevin went for his dormitory which, fortunately, wasn't in the same sector as the quarantined area. However, the instant he arrived to his place, he was surprised with a strong smell in the air, before even opening the door. Shaking it off, Kevin used his key to open the door and the minute he hit the lights on, the student dropped his bag in utter shock. The room was a whole mess. Furnitures, walls, floors... everything was broken and in the middle of the rubble, a poor man was laying half unconscious. In a selfless manner, Kevin ran to the guy he recognized as one of their neighbouring dorm mates.

"Dude! Hey! Ya alright, bro?! Please, wake up! Don't be dead! Fuck! What happened?!" Kevin panicked, crouching next to the laying student.

"Ugh... what... where... am I?" The man groaned out of his unconscious state, slightly humping the floor as he did.

"Thank God! Ya not dead!" Kevin exclaimed. "What happened here?! Do ya know who... did this?!"

"You... you're Kevin, right?"

"Yeah, and that's my room... but..."

"We... gotta get out of here before he gets back!" The neighbour croaked in fear.

"Who?!"

Suddenly, the door snapped opened, breaking off its hinges. Right there, a monstrous mountain of a man with beastly traits stood wider than the frame.

"What's up, bitches?!" The creature boomed with a derisory tone.

"It's him!"

"Timothy?!" Kevin barely recognized. "What... the hell happened to ya, bro?!"

"The same that'll happen to both of you once I'm done with you!" He boomed in laughter.

"Run!" The raped student exclaimed, going for the door before the monster stepped in his way and grabbed him by the arm.

"I'm not done with you!" Tim snapped with a devilish grin.

"No! Please!" The poor man cried.

"Tim! Stop this nonsense! Just... just..." Kevin watched in bewilderment as Tim tore the man out of his clothes and started shoving him down on his footlong deformed red cock.

Tim growled in bliss as he started using the man like a proper fuck toy, not caring anymore that his changes were resuming where they had stopped earlier. Right before his eyes, Kevin witnessed his roommate grow bigger, larger, even taller before his eyes, changing furthermore into a beast looking like... a werewolf. With little to no escape plan on his mind, Kevin simply ran for the bathroom at the end of the room where he locked himself in.

"HA! You can't escape your faith, little twerp! You're... you're... you're the fucking next!" Tim threatened, each words losing more of their humanity.

Everything was a nightmare. This couldn't be reality. Kevin's legs shook and he lost balance, crumbling to the floor in utter fear. Michelle was right. Tim was a fucking psycho. Kevin thought of the best thing to do: calling the police center... but that wouldn't do it, they were probably all occupied with the beast outbreak in the dormitories. Only then he thought of what he COULD do. A while ago, the police officer Charles had given him his cellphone number. Perhaps if he called one of the officer directly, he'd have a better chance to be saved in time? He didn't have much of a solution at the moment anyway.

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Doing the progression of chords on a guitar, especially on a flat-pitched guitar, wasn't easy for Jason, but he was still doing good, singing his melody over the sweet harmony. The lack of frets to remind him the place of the notes proved to be a challenge, but Jason wasn't new to it. After practice violin as a kid for a few years, he had grown accustomed to a fretless fingerboard. Deep in his heart, Jason wished nothing less than to share love with Michael in not a primal way but a loving and passionate way. Whether it was because of the music he was playing or if the instrument was enchanted of some sort, which wouldn't be that far-fetched to Jason after everything that occurred recently, the beasts around him slowly started reverting back to their human-like forms.

As Jason kept playing the soothing music, a feeling of self-acceptance washed over him. At first he did not fully understand the sensation, but he realized that it was getting easier and easier to play the instrument. Opening his eyes, he noticed that, little by little, he was reverting to his human form as well as Michael was. With a hopeful smile crossing his lips, Jason only played with more devotion.

The claws retracted into nails, the fur thinned out slightly, the musculature compacted and they dropped inch by inch in height, although not returning completely to their respective heights at the beginning of the semester. Their muzzles and tail retracted as well as their appearances grew closer and closer to human ones. And still, the more Jason kept on playing the music, the more their heads seemed to clear up of the undying lust... but as well from the Calling.

Upon Jason's last chord and word, Michael burst into tears. The werewolves around them felt touched at the heartfelt song that the musician had written for his love-interest. Jason put the guitar on the floor beside him, then stood up. He stood about the same height as Michael, maybe an inch taller, but they were still considerably huge and hairy by human standards. In the nude, the two men reunited in a tender and comforting embrace, embracing their new selves as one and only alpha couple.

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Back into his car, completely drenched from the ongoing storm outside, Charles couldn't help but curse at himself for having just abused a student sexually. No matter how much Tim deserved it, Charles knew it was wrong and that, as a figure of authority, he shouldn't have given to this lustful desire. Plus, as he remembered Elizabeth's words regarding her analysis, it triggered his body to change even more yet again. He barely failed at hitting his head on the doorframe on his way out and he was certain students and security officers did notice the incredibly big junk in his tearing trousers.

He looked like he was juicing on steroids with his muscles already splitting the seams of his uniform apart. Plus, he now sported wicked claws that had torn through his boots and were now scrapping the rugs of his painfully cramped sport car. Even with the seat all the way back, there was little space for him, his head already pressing, if not denting, the roof of his prized car. Everything was falling apart so quickly around him that he couldn't help but be a mere spectator of this descent to hell. He couldn't possibly see Terrence looking like this, especially since if Elizabeth saw him, he feared he'd be immediately sent to a cell with Dennis.

"Fuck... I could use another fuck with him..." He thought perversely before shaking his head in negatives. "Damn it!"

In a quick outburst of rage, he punched his dash which immediately cracked. Charles cursed some more. It took him some time to calm himself, but he forced himself to. As much as he could, he had to keep this beast inside him from fuelling his anger and his lust. Without wanting to explain everything to Terrence but still wanting to let him know, he proceeded to send him a message.

"No, an email would be better. I don't want him to see it now." Charles mumbled to himself.

He was typing away a few words when the ringing tone of his cellphone distracted him. He was surprised to see it wasn't work or family but that college kid he gave his phone number to a whole ago. Rolling his eyes, Charles felt compelled not to answer as this teen probably wanted to ask what was happening with the secure perimeter or something. He had something more urgent to do anyway. Still, a part of him feared the teen might be in danger since, after all, beasts roamed somewhere on the campus.

"Yeah, it's Charles. What is it?" He answered, realizing how gruff his voice sounded now, closer to Terrence's timber.

"Charles! Help me! There's a monster in my room! I'm locked in the bathroom! It's like that monster from the club! Please! Hurry!"

The police officer's heart sank. Still, a renewed vigour took control of his body. Jerking himself out of his car, accidentally breaking the door as he did so, Charles did the thing he felt was the best to do. He wasn't scared of any beast that could hurt him anymore. He was infected already after all, so if he could use this little advantage to save someone from being infected, he would do it. Kevin blurted out the room number and directions for the cop to get there as soon as possible and Charles broke into a sprint.

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After a hearing a powerful howl that seemed to shake the walls, Kevin shuddered. Tim had probably achieved orgasm with this poor neighbour of them. Noise and guttural sounds seemed to stop for a while that stretched awfully into a frightful eternity. Then, Kevin heard a slick sound, a deep blissful sigh and something heavy fall on the ground. Steps got closer to the bathroom, then everything fell to silence once again.

"I know you're still in there, little twerp, so get out of your pathetic hiding, now!"

The voice still sounded like Tim's although it sounded deeper and slightly distorted through a chasm of growls. In hope that he could pull off he could have escaped somehow, Kevin prevented himself from making any sound.

"I can smell you, fucking twerp! Get out now or I'll break through the door!"

"Go away! Look, dude, Imma pretend I ain't seen anythin'! Just leave me alone..."

"Breaking in in three... two..."

Without waiting until the countdown was done, Tim hit the door, which split in half from the first bump alone. Kevin crawled back in horror, watching a shoulder covered in fur, a size that could have rivalled a boulder. Paralyzed, the man on the floor simply watched the monstrous mass breaking its way in. Tim stepped away, then presented its wolfish grin through the opening. His hands grasped the breaking wood, demolishing it further as he slowly forced himself inside. Already, his gigantic throbbing monster drooled at the sight of the small uninfected victim before his eyes.

"Listen, man... ya don't have to do..."

"Arg! Shut up!" Tim growled, more of the infinite seminal fluid spurting all around, some of it hitting Kevin's clothes.

About to squeeze himself into the cramped room, Tim immediately stopped in his movement.

"Let him go!" A powerful voice called out.

The intense smell of rut and of another male hit Tim's improved nostrils. The beast before Kevin's eyes stepped away once more, returning into the other room. Tim flashed a wide grin at the sight before him. Just a little under his size, a man wearing an ill-fitting uniform stood there, gun in hand.

"Hey, Charles." The beast growled mockingly.

"Let him go! Fight someone of your own size!"

Tim puffed his chest, filling it with all the air he could to ensure he showed the cop who was the bigger guy. Indeed, Tim beat him both height and muscle wise. However, the instant the gigantic beast lurched for the cop, Charles dodged the attack easily. Quickly, he used the grip of his gun to hit the back of Tim's head, trying to stun him, but to no avail. The monster simply stumbled forward before leaping back at the police officer.

"You're gonna pay for this, bitch!" Tim growled, losing what little trace of humanity that was left in him.

Tim kicked the officer's calves, making him drop to the ground. Accidentally, a gun shot resounded in the room as he Charles accidentally pressed the trigger, fortunately hitting nobody in the process. Faster than he could see it coming, Charles found himself on the floor with Tim over him, keeping him in place. With little to no room, the trapped cop tried pushing the seven foot tall monster off from him but alas there was nothing he could do.

The bulge in Charles' trousers betrayed him, tenting his pants and leaking copiously as it anticipated the pleasure from the fuck he was about to receive. However, Tim was hit hard on the head by Kevin who stepped out of the bathroom and used the broken lamp on the floor as a weapon.

"Run, Kevin! Don't stay here!" Charles shouted.

The disturbed beast turned its head to the little man who tried playing the hero. Obviously frightened, Kevin still held on the lamp but was unprepared for the werewolf's long arm to stretch and hit him back. Kevin fell on the cum-flooded floor, barely recollecting himself to listen to Charles and finally attempt to run before Tim grabbed him for good.

"Fucker!" Tim growled at his fleeing roommate before turning his attention back down on his new victim. "I've got this little bitch here, at least. So, are you ready to serve your alpha?!" Tim burst into maniacal laughter, unaware that the more Charles tried to pry himself free from him the more he was outgrowing his uniform, tearing it to shreds, huge clawed paws destroying what was left from his boots.

Suddenly, roles reversed. While still shorter than the fully changed werewolf, Charles' muscles had ballooned out to match his, and he used his new bulk to turn and pin down the equally strong beast to his back. To the cost of his increased strength, Charles' body left more of his human traits, becoming more wolfish by the second. Pointed ears grew upward and his face started to push into a muzzle.

"Fuck you, fucking stupid bastard! You ruined my life!" Charles growled out, his muscles still visibly swelling, his height slowly catching on to Tim's.

"No! You ruined mine with your retarded faggotry! I was an alpha male, the perfect alpha male before you made me gay! And now this alpha male will destroy your fuckin' fairy ass!" Tim snapped back.

"Alpha male, you say?" A smooth male voice resounded in the room.

Suddenly, all the rage contained between the two fighting beasts seemed to ebb down as the world slowed down, almost like if time itself came to stop. Steps resounded in the room around the two beasts who felt petrified.

"Tell me, Timothy Colbert, what is an alpha?"

Pent up rage boiled within the werewolf, wanting nothing else but destroy everything around him and exert his superiorship to everyone.

"I'm a fuckin' alpha! People live to serve me! They fuckin' live for me and my pleasure! I'm the only one that fucking matters!" He execrably exclaimed.

"How delusional... well, I can blame the transformation amplifying that part of your subconscious I suppose."

More steps echoed in the room devoid of sound apart from the ragged breath of the two still beasts.

"An alpha is someone acting as a parental figure for his peers. Yes, they have a sense of authority, which helps them to distinguish between moral actions and immoral ones. They use this asset of theirs to protect the weaker and to love their peers. In opposite to selfish people like you, alphas are selfless beings."

While Tim wanted to roar as loud as he could, he couldn't help but feel a long but smooth hand caress his shoulder... which made him feel relaxed and limp under the touch. He also felt drugged, drowsy, yet the voice kept talking. If anything, he could have sworn he's heard that voice before.

"What about betas?" The voice asked like was waiting for a reply, before continuing. "A beta is someone who will make sure his peers respect the authority of their alpha. A beta is like a guard dog, sitting quietly by the alpha and choosing in helping them rather than dislodging them... which is not your case at all, Timothy."

The tender touch rubbed the beast's shoulder before letting go and leaving him be.

"What about me?" Charles growled, unable to break his eyes from looking down at Tim.

"Charles McCoy, you are a young courageous and selfless man, remarkable even. However, I feel you lack some alpha traits. As much as you show your will for protecting the weaker, you need the comfort and reliability of another male. I believe you grew feelings for that partner of yours on the crime scene, am I right?"

All Charles could do was gasp. He felt the hand caress his shoulder as well, travelling down his back, urging the last bits of skin to grow covered in fur, completing his transformation just like that.

"Plus, you like to get naughty on the job, right? Having a hard time controlling your urges and even your own strong-willed authority, I can't believe you have what it takes to be a beta... but I could be mistaking, only future will tell."

The touch reached Charles' lower part of his spine, making him wince uncomfortably as a tail began pushing out and out, growing fluffier and fluffier, longer and longer, wagging.

"In my opinion, you are far more befitting a delta's place in a pack, Charles. You show pride in yourself for being who you are and what you are. You show admiration for your peers, regardless of their status and you are always willing to give a hand at helping someone... while still being a playful man who likes to walk off the trail of authority from time to time."

The unknown man's hand left Charles' body and he stepped away, keeping on walking in circles around the two immobilized beasts.

"Which finally comes it all to the last category of the pack, that is? The omega. What's an omega, Timothy?"

"Fuck you, freak!"

"Exactly, that is the behaviour of an omega. An omega envies his peers and depicts acts of superiority. He tries to take a dominant position, but his inability to properly lead and to care for his peers makes him unable to fulfill the responsibility and burden of being an alpha."

Timothy felt a pair of hands setting down on his head, rubbing the fur tenderly, and suddenly felt the rage seep down as his mind dulled. His train of thoughts grew viscous and slow, like he was swimming through a sea of honey. By the time he felt the cold hands leave his head, he heard the man speak like a distant echo through a thick fog.

"The omegas are rebellious little males that need to be thought a lesson in order to conform to the pack's rules. If an omega still refuses to conform to the pack, then it shall just leave the pack and live as a solitary wolf in the wild... and thus risk death. Is that what you want, Timothy?"

"N... no..." He moaned.

"Then, how about you let Charles remember your place before going home?"

And then, suddenly, the time which seemed to have come to a stop sped up and the two beasts could move again. Tim's body felt his muscles slacken off and he laid flabbily, almost lifelessly, on the ground. Charles, completely transformed from the sole contact of the unknown man hands, looked briefly into the room, noticing the presence of a tall man dressed in a dark suit. His round glasses sat on a crooked nose and his long dark hair were attached into a ponytail. However, Charles' eyes didn't locked longer than a few seconds on the intruder. Instead, they dropped down on Tim right under him, whose erection throbbed and pearled precum from the lustful gaze Charles heaved on him.

Tim let out a whimper as he felt the once-cop's pointed cock poke at his tight asshole. A wicked grin stretched on Charles' lips as he realized he was going to take this so-called straight's cherry. While having considered himself a bottom before, Charles didn't care for sexual roles and positions anymore. The sole thought that made its way on his mind was to please himself... and that tight hole before his throbbing werewolf boner was the perfect way to do it. Lost to his sexual need and urge, Charles dug in, not realizing the stranger was already gone.