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Lone Wolf on Campus Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons

Fall on a college campus... In many ways it felt like a time of year that didn't exist anywhere else. Those younger and older went about their lives, going from school to home, work to home, objective oriented and efficient. There was no wander lust, no sense of adventure... and without that, they couldn't feel the unique and spritely shapes Fall took. It had moods, it had colors. Tonight... was warmer than it should have been. The breeze was rather pleasant, blowing across the grassy quad, whipping over buildings, funneling around the cafeteria and blasting up the hollow center of the clock tower.

The tower was three stories tall, just outside the library centered in a brick promenade. The tower itself had brick borders, but the four sides had clear glass panes alternating between clear and frosted to make a textured mosaic. It was even prettier at night with the cream colored lights meant to evoke thoughts of candles... and the light was bright enough to hide the shadow of the individual perched inside.

It was an impossible spot to reach for any human... The groundskeepers had to get long ladders to replace bulbs and work on the clock mechanism, but for Cole that was no hard feat. All it took was a bit of a supernatural jump from the library roof, a claw hold in the right spot, and a quick scurry through the small gap to find a perch inside. After that, the view was phenomenal.

The wind picked up, funneling up the tower, hitting Cole's nose. He closed his green eyes, his shag of strawberry blond hair whipping about his face. He could smell the cafeteria food in the air, the peaty earthy scent of the campus itself, and the many different scents of the students enjoying the evening. Cole had always been a bit of a lone wolf, even before he'd been a werewolf. He'd done well in classes, but not so well as to be on any teams or clubs. He'd avoided extracurricular, spending his free time in the auditorium reading. He explored, he learned... but in all of it, he was alone.

Cole opened his green eyes, the irises flashing a bit yellow as his hormones surged. He could smell himself on the wind as well; the scent of a virile, fertile, manly werewolf. A musk, spicy and erotic, pungent in all the right ways, potent. His hair was wild, his jacket and jeans his constant companions. He liked himself, he liked what he was, he liked what it brought to campus - what it had brought for the last three years and three months.

But time was running out. How fitting that he felt it fading away, moment by moment, while perched in a clock tower. His clawed fingers traced the grooves in the brick he'd worn in his many visits. Cole leaned against the brick, peering out of the glass, looking at those so far below, wandering to and fro. He liked the students that seemed as though they had no real destination. Sometimes a group would leave the cafeteria and stop on the promenade, talking for half an hour... one would drift away, the others staying longer, testing the limits of their self imposed schedules...

It would be easy for them to never know that there was a werewolf on campus, that such a beast had been there all along. None of his classmates knew. They didn't know his urges, his drives, nor that he'd fought off a fearsome beast or two over the years. No, he was a lone wolf, without friends, without a pack... leaving no mark. Somehow, that thought bothered Cole more than anything.

The senior shifted a bit in his perch when he caught a different scent; cinnamon, butter, flakey crust with just a hint of Arabica beans - the coffee shop. Cole's eyes darted to the University Center, and to the glass walls that made up the lower corner of the building. The coffee shop had been closed since eight, but the door had opened briefly to let its last employee out.

The shop was being locked up by a slim, fit freshman Cole had seen around a few times. He had a cinnamon brown completion, his chocolate brown hair not too long and not too short.

Cole leaned forward, intrigued and excited, sniffing the air more, trying to find that unique scent. Clean, like linen, but hints of nut.

Cole wasn't sure why that human intrigued him so much. From what little he could gather, he studied hard and worked hard, leaving himself little time to play. He was alone even when surrounded by people. He was out late and up early, but... he liked to explore. Cole smiled slowly, yes, that was it...

At first, Cole hadn't thought anything of it. He saw him on the promenade, he saw him on the quad, he saw him in the Japanese botanical garden, and then the historical garden... and the alley behind the ceramics building, and the nook behind the gym. This kid had found every spot on campus that was interesting. He had made it a point to explore. Cole liked that, he admired that. He could see himself in the freshman.

And it was in that moment that a grin spread over Cole's lips, revealing his sharpened fangs. That had to be it. That had to be the plan. He would make sure he saw himself in this kid. He'd leave the freshman with his blessing, an influence, a nudge to be the lone wolf he was. He'd make sure of it, if it was the last thing he did before graduation.

****

Gavin fidgeted with the lock to the coffee shop, but once he felt the firm resistance of the key he gave it one last tug to know for sure it was sealed. Gavin exhaled once, feeling the confidence of a job well done. He'd cleaned out the display case, prepped the ingredients for the next day's baking, and even got the hard to reach corners under the bay window. Gavin turned and walked down the promenade, brushing his chocolate brown hair out of his face.

The freshman took a big breath of the fresh air and smiled. It was so liberating being by himself on campus! For the first time in his life he wasn't beholden to anyone else's schedules, plans, ideas. He could come and go as he wanted, live life... although the way he lived life was rather industrious. While others were off partying, he'd be scratching things off his to do list... but that was alright. Accomplishments made Gavin feel... accomplished.

He walked past the clock tower and over the footbridge, heading past the music building. It was a pleasant night, though Gavin couldn't shake the feeling he wasn't alone. He glanced at the library's big windows, checking the reflections. He even stopped at one point and turned, looking around, but there was no one. He shook it off as a bit of paranoia and continued on to his dorm, heading through the security door and up the steps to his dorm.

It was almost funny how different the dorm was on Friday nights. Some doors were open that never were, students blossoming like social butterflies while others were gone - and likely would be gone - all weekend. Gavin felt less like he had to be quiet, like he could just do what he was going to do. He opened the door to his small, single room and flung his closet open, lugging out his hamper. He pulled it from its nook and dragged it right back out of the door, locking it behind him.

The walk down the stairs, along the hall and out the side door was always longer with cargo, but he hefted it across the criss crossing cement paths and down another set of stairs to the University Convenience Center. While boasting a variety of amenities, the two biggest draws to the center were the convenience store with a variety of sacks and even rentable movies, and the laundry center.

The fresh scent of crisp linen hit Gavin as he moved in, heading down the row of dryers, looping around to the end to pick the last washer. He opened the lid, dumped his hamper in, grabbed some soap from a little bag hanging from the side of the hamper and added it to the mix. In moments the lid was shut, his student ID card swiped through the reader, and the machine was off and running.

The smile on Gavin's face was oddly bright as he did such a mundane chore. Cole almost couldn't understand it. He'd followed Gavin from the coffee shop, through the dorm and finally to the convenience center. He moved to take up a position, playing a little pool by himself. He seemed the type with his shaggy hair and bushy beard. There was some appeal to the old stick and balls, a good feel in his hands, though Cole was sure that was a bit of a Freudian influence.

His green eyes glanced up again, watching Gavin leave his clothes behind, heading into the convenience store to buy some mixed nuts before disappearing into the night. This time... This time Cole knew where to find Gavin, where the youth would return. He couldn't very well go through life without his clothes, could he?

Cole moved down the hall and into the convenience store. The lights were too harsh, the lime green paint on the knee high walls beneath the windows was garish. It was almost too much for his werewolf sensibilities to take, but he purchased a sugar free energy drink, paid with the balance on his ID Card and headed back out. He popped the lid and brought it to his lips, his bushy mustache flexing out of the way as he tipped it back and savored the acrid contents.

Almost at once he felt the focus of his mind clearing, his body ever more at the ready. Werewolf metabolism was one thing, but matched to a college senior used to pulling all nighters, he had to have a few tricks up his sleeve. He settled down on a couch, watching a marathon of the Hobbit movies, waiting for his quarry to return. With his ever so slightly pointed ears he could count every time the washing machine at the far end of the complex shifted from rinsing to spinning, rinsing to spinning, churning, churning. The last time he heard how much less water it had in it. The end was nigh.

As if on cue, perfectly timed, Gavin returned... He went in, got his clothes, temporarily dumped them in his hamper again, and then dumped that into the dryer on the far end. A dryer sheet was added for bounce, and he departed again. Cole waited a good few moments, ensuring his prey was gone before he got up, leisurely strolled into the laundry area, glanced around at the idle machines, and took up a spot by the dryer. Was this really what he was going to do? Was this his plan?

Making sure the coast was clear again, Cole opened up the dryer and looked in at Gavin's clothes. They were still wet from the washer, but perfectly clean. Too clean, really. They didn't have a scent, at least not that of a man. Cole closed his eyes and reached down, unzipping his pants. He fished out his manhood and brought it out into the cool, open air. His shaft was a good ten inches even when half hard, fire engine red and it came to a tip. He worked his hand up and down his meat, stroking it gently, thinking about all the ways he could coax the human to his cause.

After years of being the lone wolf, Cole thought about what the human would be like with his influence, his drive... Would Gavin make a good pup? Cole thought so. He imagined feeding the freshman his seed, and the fantasy was hot enough that his cock started to dribble with clear precum. Cole thrust into the dryer, dribbling the semen onto the clean clothes there.

Cole moaned, writhing, his beard brushing his collarbone as he flexed and thrust, working his cock faster and harder, his hand flying back and forth until he bit his lip to stifle a howl, cumming hard across the clothes. His puppy pecker gave a few good squirts of his seed, drenching one pair of pants in particular.

The senior made sure his cock dripped every last drop onto the load before he tucked himself back in, zipped up, and shut the dryer. With one deft push of the button it started to toss and roll the laundry, marinated in werewolf seed. Feeling a bit of relief, Cole smiled with his job well done. He breathed slow and easy, leaving the convenience center, knowing he had set the ball in motion. How it rolled was up to his prey now.

****

Friday night, laundry done, shower taken... It felt good to start the weekend so ahead of the game. Gavin had returned to his dorm room and pulled on his freshly laundered underwear, blue and green plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. His blanket was pulled up to his chest, his knees raised, and he had a text book resting on his stomach. Gavin's eyes drifted along, line to line, his chocolate brown hair spilled across his pillow.

As he read, his breathing drew air in and out, the student slowly becoming aware of a salty, musky, spicy scent that had not been there before. Living alone, Gavin's room always smelled like him. Having another smell was most unusual. It was earthy, almost sporty. Gavin found it both a dirty and a hot smell.

The freshman slowly closed his text book with bookmark in place and set it aside, sitting up slowly. He looked around, trying to see if he'd left any food out or any garbage... if he'd brought anything back that didn't belong. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so once again he laid back... and got another whiff, stronger this time.

Gavin murmured, feeling his nipples harden and his groin stir. The smell was pungent, but delectable, feeling primal and awful and fantastic. His cock hardened even more just thinking about it. As an experiment, Gavin sat up again, then laid back. Once more, a gust of musk. His mind reeled, and then he realized that air was pushing out of his blanket when he changed positions.

Gavin lifted his blanket slowly, getting a lung full of the spicy musk. His cock strained against his underwear, begging to get out. Gavin shuddered in surprise, lifting his shirt to sniff at it. It was saturated with the unfamiliar scent... and with little doubt, so too were his pajama pants.

Feeling surprised and confused, Gabin blushed and slithered down his bed, getting a little lower until he pulled his blanket up over his head, letting it fall over his pillow, trapping him in a tent of musk. He slid one hand up his shirt to tweak his rock hard nipple, another sliding under his plush pajama pants, peeling back his underwear, trying to fish out his aching hard cock.

His rod emerged, erect and ready for action. He wrapped his fingers around and started to slide them up and down, working his meat, picking up speed. He hadn't ever been this horny or this turned on. He was baffled by it, but he didn't want to question it. Soon his hips were bouncing on the worn out springs of his matress, thrusting into his hand. He took in deep gasps of the scent, murmuring, panting, groaning. His muscles tightened, sweat started to bead against his brow. His body was in overdrive.

A soft tingling began spreading across Gavin's smooth chest. At first it was just sweat from the heat he was generating in his tent of musk, but the dew drops of perspiration were soon joined by the faintest start of stubble, hair pushing out between his pecs, blossoming outward. The hair on his arms and legs was darkening, thickening, becoming more robust as well. Gavin was unaware, so lost in the moment.

He bit his lip, grunting as he jerked off, blinking a bit as he felt something silky, slick, effortless. At first he thought he had cum, but then he realized that he was still hard, still raring to go, and what had leaked out of his cock was clear and plentiful. He'd read about precum before, but he'd never experienced it.

The pre oozed over his fingers and dribbled down from his hand, showering over his bush. The hair responded to the fertilizer by getting thicker and softer, spreading out wider over his lap. His body was shifting, and it felt so good. Gavin kept going at it, grunting and thrashing, panting hard, groaning. His hair was sweaty, getting shaggier centimeter by centimeter. A soft fuzzy patch had appeared on both of his cheeks just in front of his ears. He moaned and bucked and suddenly threw his head back, howling out as he came.

Jets of pearly semen sprayed out of his cock, hitting his blanket and his chest, soaking both. Four jets, five, six, and then finally the flow started to die down. The blood had left Gavin's brain, perhaps even his entire nervous system. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he sagged against his pillow, spent and elated. He slowly slipped from consciousness, passing out, marinating in his own juices and the musk of a werewolf.

****

A deep, distant rumble of street cleaners hummed and growled in the night, sinking into Gavin's dreams, making him think of great beasts roaming the forest. He'd rolled over in his sleep, his face pushed into his pillow, his groin trapped between his body and his bed. He'd started to slowly hump his mattress as he dreamed, his fingers digging into the sheets, curling and uncurling.

One dose of the werewolf's cum into his clothes had already started the process, inhaled, absorbed, indirect and diluted it was still enough. The hairs on his chest were still growing, though it had been his pits that had shown the most change. What had been a light dusting before had grown out in thick, dark, long strands, making a dense forest under his arms. Even Gavin's pert butt had gotten a dusting, the hair coating it in a soft downy fuzz.

The freshman moaned in his sleep, his teeth throbbing and aching, his ears pulsating. He humped the bed harder, faster, deeper, picking up speed. He needed to mate, to fuck, to breed. The urges were sinking down into his brain, saturating and marinating, percolating and growing, sending out veins into every part of his soul.

Gavin dreamed of chasing after boys, seeing them run, using his skill and his instincts to close the gap, to come up closer, to reach out and grab them and tumble in the leaves, pinning them, tearing at their clothes, to fuck them, to-

"Fuck!" Gavin moaned, eyes snapping open as he came into his sheets. He was sweaty, horny, confused... but well aware he had just soaked his bed. He groaned, cursing somewhat as he slithered out of bed, grabbed his sheets by the corners and tugged them off. The fitted sheet snapped as it released from the mattress, flinging his own cum back across his thigh and knee. He winced a little, but wiped it off with the sheet as he carefully collected it on the floor. The last thing he needed was a cleaning fee for ruining his mattress, although the thought was oddly pleasing.

Gavin gathered up his sheets and dropped them into his hamper, glancing at the clock. It was five fifteen a.m. Well earlier than he'd expected to get up, although the cafeteria opened at five thirty so at least he'd have something to do. He moved over to his dresser and opened the drawers, selecting his black slacks. He pulled them on, noticing a bit of a silvery sheen on the fabric. Maybe he hadn't gotten them all the way clean...

He tugged his pants on before realizing that he'd forgotten underwear, but it was just for breakfast. Maybe he could go without them this time. He swapped out his sweaty night shirt for a fresh one, though he was rather pleased that it still carried with it that spicy, earthy scent. He pulled his collar up to his nose and took another whiff, sighing contentedly.

****

Sausage, bacon, eggs... More sausage, sausage patties, sausage links... Slice of ham. Three slices of ham. Gavin had never had so much meat on his plate in his life. He'd always been more of a cereal guy, or oatmeal guy, but now? Now he NEEDED meat. He sat down in the corner of the cafeteria, barely getting his butt in the seat before his fork was in his mouth, delivering the morsels. He moaned, savoring the flavor, chowing down.

Each gulp made him feel more fulfilled, more satisfied, and yet... the hunger persisted. He swallowed, he gulped, he chewed. He tore into the meat with his teeth. He felt like an animal, and giving into those instincts, giving in to being an animal, it made him... horny again. His pants were soon tented, the head of his cock bumping the underside of the table.

Gavin growled gently to himself, reaching down, unzipping his fly. His cock sprang out of its cloth prison, aching to be free, veins throbbing. Gavin slowly wrapped his hand around the meat again, stroking it up and down, feeling its length and girth, his hand resting against his thick bush spilling out of his fly between strokes.

Being deprived of one hand to eat, Gavin had to modify his behavior, being careful with his fork. It took a few moments, but soon he was eating the breakfast meat while working his own, giving into carnal pleasures of hunger and lust simultaneously. He threw his head back, gulping at the eggs, moaning harder. His hair cascaded down to his shoulders with his head tipped back, and his chin sported the thinnest, softest layer of fuzz.

His plate half empty, Gavin felt that hot, silky flow over his hand again. His pre soaked down from his cock in clear sheets, soaking into his pants and the cushion on the lunch chair. Gavin soon panted hard, cumming, spraying the underside of the table with his jism, letting it rain down over his lap. He leaned back against the back of his chair, heaving for breath, but still bringing his fork to his lips as he enjoyed his breakfast meal.

****

It had only been a few hours since Gavin's last shower, about nine, but even he couldn't deny that he'd been a sweaty, messy pig in that time. He'd come back from breakfast coated in his own juices, and it wouldn't be long until he had to open the coffee shop. He returned to his room, grabbed his shower kit, stripped down to shorts and made his way to the bathroom.

Another blessing about being up so early was that there was no competition for the bathroom. He padded across the yellow tile floor, found his stall, opened it up and stepped in. The water sputtered and choked before coming on full blast, blissfully warm. It hit Gavin, taking a moment before cutting through the accumulated moisture on his skin. He shook his head, letting the water soak into his oddly longer hair, running a hand over his chest.

Feeling hair, Gavin looked down, grinning a bit. Maybe he was finally becoming a man! He'd never been able to grow much, and this was a pleasant surprise in such a short time. Gavin crouched down, grabbing his coconut shampoo out of his shower bucket, though it slipped a little out of his hand. There was pearly liquid all over the top of it, dribbling down the sides. Maybe he'd squeezed it accidentally when he put it back.

Gavin raised the bottle up over his head, gave it a squeeze, and a splort of shiny, pearly, faintly yellowed goo sprayed out, hitting his hair. A thick, intense cloud of that spicy, musky, earthy scent filled the shower. Gavin's nostrils flared, his nipples ached, his pucker pulsed and his cock flung to full mast. Gavin moaned in confusion, and then even more shock as the water hit the liquid and it did not dissolve. If anything, it was as if the contents of his shampoo bottle were not water soluble. The goo got stringy, clingy, rubbery. It resisted the water, it stuck to itself in weird globs.

"What the fuck?" Gavin whispered to himself. The only time he'd seen anything like that was the one time he'd jacked off in the bathtub at home and his cum had hit the water. He looked at the shampoo bottle with confusion, but his attention then drifted to his hard, aching rod... It was rude to keep a guest waiting after all. Gavin grinned as he started to stroke himself off, moaning at how good it felt even if he'd just jacked off at breakfast.

****

For the first time all year, the coffee shop had opened late. Thankfully only two students had been forced to wait, but Gavin had served them up as quick as he could manage and they had wandered away with their caramel pumpkin spice machiottos. The freshman was glad he'd prepped all the food the night before, making it easy to slide the trays of brownies and cookies into the oven while the cold brew coffee started going.

Gavin had spent so long in the shower he hadn't made it back to his dorm in time to get properly dressed. He'd grabbed the first clothes he found, and, to his shock they weren't ones he recognized. He thought he'd pulled on his black jeans, but they had holes in the knees. He'd NEVER had holes in his jeans... and the t-shirt was of some mongolian throat singing band, though he had to admit, the big brutish guys on the shirt were kind of appealing.

As Gavin refilled the napkin dispensers, he started to realize what must have happened. The dryer he put his clothes in must have had someone else's clothes in it, so when he threw his laundry in it all got mixed together, and it made it smell different too. That had to be it. Gavin smiled a bit to himself, feeling as if knowing the source behind the differences made it all better. A jangle of the bells announced a new visitor to the shop.

"Good morning! What can I do for you?" Gavin asked, moving behind the counter, looking up. His eyes widened a bit, seeing the very tall, very hairy redhead. His strawberry blond locks were like a lion's mane around his head, complimented by his thick, bushy beard. His shoulders were broad, his legs long, and his jeans quite tight.

"Hey stud." Cole smiled, "What's on special today?" he asked. Gavin's heart fluttered. Surely he'd misheard. People didn't just come out and call each other studs in this day and age.

"A vanilla chai tea coupled with a slice of cheesecake is today's special." Gavin said. Cole nodded.

"Sounds good. Something rich, creamy, frothy. Just what a growing boy like me needs." Cole said. Gavin felt his cock stiffen, though the crotch of the jeans he was wearing was unusually roomy, as if it'd been stretched out for just such a purpose.

"Coming right up." Gavin said, moving to serve his customer. As he worked on the hot water dispenser, he couldn't help but think to high school. He'd considered it a philosophical point to be open to love coming from any source, to be receptive to souls rather than bodies. It had been the culturally appropriate thing to do. But now, here in college, on this day, he found himself looking at the boys, or rather, the men. Had he been denying his natural impulses? Had he been gay all along?

Cole stood on the other side of the counter, looking at Gavin with a bit of pride. All it had taken was two does of his seed, and already he was hairier, taller, bigger. Cole wondered if he knew that he'd added on three inches of height, or that his shoes were far tighter than they had been before... and those budding sideburns, Cole wanted to just reach over the counter and grab him, licking them until they grew thick and robust. But... he couldn't. Not yet, their game wasn't over.

"Here you go, one vanilla chai, one caramel drizzle cheesecake." Gavin said. Cole grinned widely.

"I love the drizzle... something about how messy it is." Cole said, looking into Gavin's eyes. Gavin squirmed, his cock leaking a bit of pre as he nodded, flushed and horny. Cole swiped his ID card through the reader, crediting it to his account before he reached out and rubbed Gavin's chin before turning to leave. Gavin stood there, horny and confused, a soft tuft of peachy clear hair hanging down from his chin, though slowly chocolate brown pigment stretched down the hairs, turning them dark and making them very visible.

****

Western Civilization had always been a difficult class to get through for Gavin. It was a combination of factors... First floor of an old building meant poor lighting and musty air. It was almost as if their current classroom had served some other purpose and been retrofitted a hundred years ago. Added to that, the teaching style was flavorless, dull, dry. Normally Gavin fought to stay awake, but this time he was fighting other urges.

Gavin found himself... distracted. He was distracted by himself, by the other students in the room, by everything... including his groin. He blushed a little as he realized it, but he'd been insatiable the last few days. He'd jacked in his room, jacked in the cafeteria, and now... now he was sorely tempted.

The freshman looked around at his fellow students... Some doodled, some actively slept, all in all they weren't paying any attention to him. Gavin murmured and bit his lip, deciding that the urge he felt was too pressing regardless of those gathered around him. He could feel the heat and pressure of the other students, perhaps over-emphasized in his mind, as he reached down under his desk, his hand sliding across the tent of his slacks, his fingers finding the rough teeth of the zipper, then the little loop.

He drew the zipper down slowly, little by little, trying not to make too much of a noise. His heart was racing, the heat filled his face, but he couldn't stop. The zipper went down as far as it could go, then came his fly, fumbling with the little button on it before opening it up. And there he was... in class, his fly open, the classroom air blowing across his bush... and the teacher was droning on, and students doodled, and others napped.

Gavin's hand returned to that forbidden territory, brushing across his bush before sinking in to the window of his pants. His fingers circled around his meat, drew it out, feeling the air hit it. It was becoming more of a familiar sensation as he did it more and more frequently, but he loved the thrill still. Gavin started to stroke up and down, up and down, feeling how loose his skin had gotten around his cock. It slipped up over the tip of his cock and then down again, almost like a sleeve of its own, engulfing his shaft. The flesh beneath the surface tingled in strange and new ways.

The freshman picked up speed, trying to keep a straight and normal face. He looked around the room at some of the other students, admiring the bigger, beefier guys, one that sported a nice thick set of sideburns, another that smelled as if he'd come straight from the gym. Come to think of it, that was a good idea. Gavin had been meaning to work out more. Maybe he'd make the gym his next destination. It was free after all.

Gavin's hand continued moving up and down on his shaft, slick and fast and pure. He had to temper his speed as the sound started to be audible, but he found the right balance. His muscles tightened, his heart continued to race, all in all he felt like he was king of the world, even lifting his hips a little, thrusting into his hand, moaning and-

Rustling spread across the classroom, the napping students waking from their slumber. The end of class was approaching and everyone was trying to get ready to bolt the second the bell rang. The professor was talking louder, trying to be heard over it all. It took every ounce of Gavin's strength not to scream when he came, sending out shower after shower of his cum as he bucked his hips, soaking his lap once again...

Gavin sank down into his seat in a tired huff, exhaling hard. He barely got himself stuffed back in before the moment came. Students leapt from their seats, rushing out of the classroom, Gavin barely got himself together, fumbling to zip up, holding his books in front of his lap as he got up and moved out of the classroom, hopefully leaving no one the wiser.

****

Like many New Year's resolutions, the desire to get to the gym had not worked. Gavin had made it to his dorm room after class, only to masturbate again... and again... and again. He lay on his bed, sprawled out, his body exposed in its naked glory. He was sweaty, hairy, soaked. His blankets, sheets, clothes, even the carpet were soaked with his fluids. Gavin felt mildly frustrated. It was amazing to be so horny, to be able to do so much, to never run out... He'd gotten to the point he was cumming uncontrollably without even touching himself... but at the same time it was frustrating. It was like he was in heat, like he couldn't get any satisfaction.

His entire body ached... not just with heat and sex, but like growing pains. His knees, his legs, his arms, his whole body was throbbing. He threw his head back and panted, murmuring, moaning, fingers digging into his sheets as his cock let loose with another shower of seed. It splattered across the hair on his chest, soaking in. Gavin lifted his head, the fuzzy hair on his chin brushing his chest hair as the two came together and he took a big, deep whiff of his musk, enjoying it, taking it in, savoring the experience. A buzzing from his phone broke his reverie. Gavin reached over, picking up the device, looking at the reminders.

"I don't want to go to work..." Gavin groaned, throwing his head back as he tried to recover his senses.

****

Working in the coffee shop had been challenging before, but it had never been as downright difficult as it was this evening. Gavin moved around, his hair falling into his face, working up a sweat. His black t-shirt clung to him like vacupack plastic, and his jeans were no better. He had greasy hair and his clothes had a faint silvery sheen from dried cum, but he didn't care. He'd barely been disposed to go to work at all, but it wasn't like there was someone to take over. If he called out, he'd have to close up shop, and if the shop didn't make anything, his pay would be drastically reduced.

The hours ticked by and the rush started to die down, leaving just a few patrons in the corner establishment. The sun had set and little white christmas lights lit the glass bay window in one side of the shop, looking out to campus. Gavin pulled out the last tray of brownies, glad they were such a dark brown. It might help hide the burns a little... He set them to cool and turned, looking up, hesitating. Standing there, at the counter, was Cole. Cole looked Gavin over, admiring the young man's changes. He licked his lips a bit.

"Tough night?" Cole asked. Gavin chuckled.

"You have no idea..." he murmured.

"Well, you could tell me about it over a tea, stud?" Cole asked. Gavin flushed a little.

"I don't know, there's a lot to do." Gavin said. Cole considered for a moment.

"Or... you could take a break, you and I could head to the bathroom and try a kind of grinding that doesn't involve coffee beans." Cole said. Gavin froze in place. He looked at the big, burly, bearded senior.

"You want to grind with me?" Gavin asked. Cole grinned.

"Oh yeah. I can see that tent in your pants, and I'd have to be crazy to resist that tight, handsome body of yours." Cole said. Gavin looked around at the shop, at the few patrons that were left, at the evening being wasted outside. He started to grin.

****

The doors to the stall burst open as Cole pushed Gavin in, the younger man bouncing against the wall before Cole pinned him to it. Gavin had his hands flying all over the older man, but Cole pinned him to the wall with one hand, using the other to work at his pants. Gavin moaned, feeling the denim covering his crotch get even tighter as the button was worked before finally it was freed. His zipper was pulled down, hand on his bare cock and bush sprung out. Cole murmured.

"Good boy, going without underwear." Cole said, unzipping his own. A fiery red bush of hair emerged before a thick, hard, long cock sprung free. It was oddly red in tone, though for the moment looked human. Cole brought his cock tip to tip with Gavin's.

"Fuck, you're huge." Gavin whispered as pre started to gush from his cock, dribbling to the tiles between them. Cole murmured, releasing a steady full flow of actual cum.

"You're not so bad yourself, pup." Cole said. He stepped forward, the two joined cocks aiming up, rising, rising, then pressing together until they were shaft to shaft.

Cole closed his eyes and willed himself to gush uncontrollably with yellowed wolf seed, showering his partner in it. Gavin reached down, catching a handful of cum, bringing it to his face. He sniffed it, licked it, and then poured it into his mouth. It spilled over his lips, dribbling down to his chin, coating the dark chin tuft that had grown there. He got another handful, then a third, but it wasn't enough. He dropped suddenly and painfully to his knees, sliding in between Cole's legs. Cole growled happily, letting his pearly shower fall over Gavin before he moved, shifting his head back, and then presented his cock to the freshman.

Gavin panted for breath, tongue hanging out of his mouth before he opened wide, taking the gushing cock into his mouth. He closed his lips and let the musky scent build up in his mouth, filling it, covering his tongue before he took a good swallow, then a second, then a third. Soon Gavin was bobbing his head back and forth, slipping up and down, sucking with all his might, unable to hold back. He moved like a piston firing, unable to stop. This was his life now, this was his everything. He had to have it. He needed it, needed more.

Cole moaned and thrust harder, his hands tangling in Gavin's hair, but that didn't last long. Every time he got a good grip, the boy's hair would stretch out of his skull, adding on several centimeters in seconds. His chocolate brown hair was a messy, sweaty shag. His goatee tuft was growing in longer, stubble was emerging across his cheeks. Even his ears were taking on defined points. Cole wasn't sure he'd been so successful himself.

Gavin gulped and drank, though every few moments he'd stop to gasp for air. He felt like he was on fire, like he was melting. He reached up and grabbed at his shirt, pulling at it until he heard the fabric start to tear. The collar gave some resistance before finally it split, revealing his hairy chest, and even hairier arms. His pits looked as if they had pillows of their own, though they were just hair.

Cole pulled back suddenly and without warning, showering Gavin with cum, but Gavin didn't mind. If anything, he panted and howled with lust, embracing the change. He bathed in the semen, letting it flow over his head, his neck, his chest. A few drops fell to the bathroom floor. He couldn't stop them, not at this point, not being soaked like he was. Cole grinned with gleeful pleasure that he had corrupted this fine, upstanding nerd into such a cum slut... It felt quite pleasurable to see him feeding directly from the source, being in such heat, and... growing out that beard.

As if it had been fertilized, the stubble on his cheeks surged out beneath the layer of jism. Invisible hairs turned dark, the blunt became longer, pushing out across his cheeks. His sideburns dropped down to his jaw bone and started creeping toward his chin, and the soft fuzz on his upper lip descended down over it, curling and stretching, becoming quite a curtain. In moments he sported a few months of growth.

Gavin kept sucking, drinking, and bathing in the cum that never seemed to end, letting it cover his hair, his head, his shoulders, all of it. This was his life now, his fountain of vitality... although he noticed the position was changing, he wasn't stretching up so much as craning down. His back had elongated, his legs had grown, every part of him was surging. He was taller, broader, bigger, and the cock he sucked on was harder, more rubbery.

Cole knew that as insatiable as his prey was, he had to take it to the next level. He focused, he stirred the changes in himself, he summoned his animal strength and power and gasped. His cock seemed to tingle and ache as it changed, the outer loose skin getting looser, tougher, and then suddenly independant. It shifted into a sheathe, peeling free of the true cock beneath as it emerged, red and tapered to a point, bloated at the base, canine and huge.

The senior slapped Gavin's face with his puppy pecker, giving him a few good wags before he stuffed it in his mouth, thrusting in and out relentlessly. Gavin nearly gagged, but his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sucked and drank. Cole felt the base of his cock start to swell fatter and fatter, getting ready for what was coming until finally he thrust as deep as he could, using Gavin's throat as a sleeve. He held himself there, threw his head back and howled.

The echoing yowl reverberated off of the yellow tiles of the remote bathroom, haunting the two embraced within. Cole's dog dick let forth its biggest load yet in one ceaseless fountain, spraying directly down Gavin's throat. He let it flood his stomach, landing with what was already there, stretching his stomach to the brim. He'd never felt so full, and that continued to be the truth as he felt fuller and fuller and fuller. His torn shirt rode up as his fit stomach began to balloon outward, distending and rounding, taking in more semen than any human had a right to have.

Gavin's mind swam with heated visions of an animal cock in his mouth, of the burly man with fangs and ears and eyes. The world swam around him in a sick, dizzy, uneven experience. It felt like he started to fall, but he never remembered hitting the ground. What he did remember were dreams of trees and branches, of cold creek water, of freedom, of cold feet and hot hands, of the moon above... and then the blaring buzz of his alarm clock.

Gavin groaned, reaching out, bringing his fist down to his alarm clock. He'd meant just to hit snooze, but the clock cracked, the digital display going dark. Gavin tried to feel bad but couldn't, closing his eyes. Whatever had happened, he needed to sleep it off. He assumed the crazy day at work was a dream too, but his alarm clock had failed to alert him to the fact that it was a new day, and his wild ride had lasted all night long.

****

The water hit Gavin suddenly, making him grunt with dismay. It felt... horrible. It felt like he was hung over, the water was the wrong temperature, nothing about it was right. Barely before the water had hit him, Gavin turned it back off. With his natural musk, now he smelled more like a wet dog, but he'd dry soon enough. He grabbed a towel and did a once over on his longer hair, leaving the bathroom behind. He grabbed his bucket but didn't bother to wrap a towel around himself, stepping out into the hall and heading back to his dorm room.

A few jaws dropped from open doors, people not sure exactly what they had seen. It was like his brain was trying to play catch up. First he'd been at work, in the evening. He'd ducked away for a fun time, and then lost all track of everything. Woke up the next day and in no mood for having a shower. The tiny remaining shreds of neurons that remained active made him wonder if it was rabies. Rabies made people afraid of water... right?

Gavin ignored the wolf whistle from one of his dorm mates before he strode back into his room and set his bathroom bucket on the floor. He took a breath, and then as if his nose was working for the first time, realized just how musky it all was. He blinked a little, looking around, taking in the condition of his dorm room. It looked as if the apocalypse had happened. His clothes were in piles, his bed was disheveled. About the only things that weren't in chaos were his textbooks, untouched for a few days.

Gavin moved in slowly, looking around. He kicked at his comforter, revealing a layer of boxers and socks beneath. He poked at his underwear drawer, depleted of anything fresh. His garbage can even had clothes in it, torn and ill fitting clothes. He crouched down to grab something from the can but shivered as his cock brushed the carpeted floor.

His eyes gazed down at his long, sloping brown cock. It was so long, so thick, draped over plump juicy balls. Crouching there, it was very beastial. It reminded him of just what kind of man he was... Muscles galore, huge cock, height and width. He lifted an arm and flexed a little, admiring the robust hair beneath it.

Once more his cock started to gush, leaking pre, pouring it right onto the carpet below, adding to the scent. Gavin stretched back to his feet and closed his eyes, letting out a grunt. None of this made any sense. This wasn't a growth spurt, this wasn't puberty. Something was wrong, something was different, and it felt too good. He wasn't just a man, he was THE man. Pecs, abs, legs, hair... such glorious hair. Gavin moved back to the mirror and looked at himself. He had once been a pipsqueak, but now? His chocolate brown hair cascaded down to his shoulder blades. His chin was fuzzy, his cheeks fuzzy, his upper lip... The thinnest portions were as thick as a stubble beard, and other parts were as thick as something someone was dedicated to growing. Gavin's nipples got hard just looking at himself.

"Fuck!" he cursed, turning away from the mirror. It was happening again. He just turned himself on, looking at himself. He was a perfect specimen, a slab of meat ready for market. He breathed as much as he could to steady himself and moved over to the window. The locks were unlatched and the window pane slid open on one side, and then the other. A cool breeze blasted into the room, starting to thin down the musk a little... but much like the shower, it felt wrong.

Against his better judgement, Gavin slowly closed the window panes again, bottling up the musk that was left. It wasn't just a smell, it was his smell, his scent, his territory. This room was him, and he liked him. Gavin started to run his hands over his chest, stroking the hair and the flesh, moving down to his stomach, then his cock and balls, his hips... Everything about him was ideal and he loved it. He craved it. He wanted more.

He thought back to that first night, the night where he'd caught whiffs of such a potent smell in the evening, the start of his weekend. He closed his eyes and thought back, reliving the moment, until he realized at that point he hadn't cum in anything. The smell had to be exterior, it had to be... his laundry. Gavin's mind felt like it was blown as he picked up his laundry and sniffed at it.

There it was - that heavenly, spicy, wonderous scent that was all him. The smell was what he remembered, but intensified. He was so much more productive now. If it wasn't just the clothes, what else was it? His mind reeled again, wanting more time off. His body craved attention and his mind was falling out of practice being used. Gavin shook his head. As amazing as his bedroom was, if he was going to make any progress he was going to need some fresh air and a change of scenery.

****

The walk around campus had barely gotten the wheels turning, but it did let Gavin clear his head a little - at least enough to realize he'd gone from the bathroom to his dorm naked, and that few of his clothes fit even remotely right. He wasn't really ashamed that he'd gone naked down his hall, after all he was a treasure to look at. They were lucky to see how handsome he was... but he couldn't be naked all the time, and he needed some clothes.

While he had considered the school store for a larger size at first, his funds were running low. Gavin had ventured to the edge of campus, heading into the gym, descending into the lower levels. Banks upon banks of pale yellow lockers stretched out in the subterranean layer, giving Gavin ample access. He moved down the rows, sniffing at the lockers, trying to find scents that were even a fraction as nice as his own.

As he reached the end of the fifth row, he found a nice locker with a bit of a pungent scent. He reached up and pulled on the lock, feeling it groan and resist before the metal clips it was slid through snapped off and the locker opened. Gavin reached in, pulling out shirts and shorts, growling a bit to himself in satisfaction until he heard footsteps echoing in the stairwell.

"I know, it's hard to believe, but that's what she said, man." One jock muttered.

"She said she couldn't go on a date with you tonight... because she saw some wild animal on campus last night? Did you tell her it was probably just a bear or something?" the other asked.

"She said she couldn't risk going to the parking lot, she didn't want to end up on the evening news. I said I'd protect her, but... man, she just laughed." The first kid groaned.

"That's the weirdest blow off I've ever heard." the first smirked, "Wild animals. They think we'll believe anything man." the other snorted. Gavin remained still and motionless, listening. He followed their footsteps down the stairwell, stopping at his level... but turning left, heading to one of the basketball courts instead of the showers.

Gavin let out a blast of air from his nostrils, pulling off his puny shirt and tight pants, swapping them out for his purloined treasure. The white jersey with burgundy letters was a little conspicuous, but at least it fit. The shorts were baggy too, plenty of room for his junk. Gavin ran a hand over the fabric, feeling the outline of his cock, licking his lips a little.

The near miss was an interesting experience. He'd already realized he had little fear of being seen, so what was his hesitation? The stolen clothes, most likely. It was a strange thing to get in trouble for... But he was the rightful one to wear them now. He was the man, he was the beast... and the idea of being on display appealed to him. Gavin grinned as he left the locker room behind, moving up the stairs, heading back to the main level.

****

The university had operated on the principle of expanding facilities when available, but maintaining old equipment as well. While some athletes jogged or used augmented machinery to get their workout, Gavin had drifted to the barbells. He laid on his back, the weights rising up and down, up and down, moving at his whim, at his leisure, at the natural rhythm of his body.

Spread out like a slab of meat, it was easy to see just how much he had grown. Gavin had exceeded his cultural inheritance. He was taller, broader, bigger than any of his ancestors. He had packed on meat to his pecs, biceps, triceps, thighs... He even had a few muscles that he wasn't sure had a name yet. His chest rose and fell with breath, and the immense weight on the barbells rose and fell with the movement of his powerful arms.

Gavin's brow was started to perspire, beads of sweat collecting on the flesh. He'd felt the constant pleasure of sex, to be sure... and while it was still present, his cock elongating and threatening to hang out below the cuff of his newly stolen shorts, he felt another pleasure. As he tested his body, as he gave it a work out, he felt his muscles tingling and throbbing and pulsing with vitality. His chest seemed to be inflating more as he worked, and his biceps were surging thicker as well. His body responded to the challenge with gusto.

Minutes passed, then a half hour. It was hard to tell, it all felt so good. Gavin felt the testosterone stirring through his body, saturating his expanding muscles, soaking his brain - at least what was left with it. He grinned, gazing skyward, his mouth framed by thickening facial hair as even his eyebrows got thicker, the forests in his pits on display as the weights went up and down.

By the time Gavin did bother to look around, he saw the awe and surprise on everyone's faces. People didn't recognize it was him, but they recognized his prowess, his achievement. They liked what he had become, especially the two jocks by the stairs... One bleach blond, the other freckle faced with darker hair. Maybe they were the boys from before, maybe not, but they both had tents in their pants.

Gavin ran his tongue over his teeth, finding all the sharp points as he finally, and completely returned the weights to their proper holder. He stretched a little, reaching to scratch his hairy stomach, showing it off as the jersey rode up. His hand slipped lower, tracing the material, finding the outline of his shorts and his long, long shaft.

Gavin plunged one hand in, working it around, stroking himself and rubbing, watching the other men in shock around him. It was a good feeling. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to tug and thrust and rub, picking up speed.

Masturbating was a different sort of game now, where he controlled all the rules. Gavin willed himself to cum and a wet spot started forming in his shorts. He felt it soak into the material like a sponge, staying and clinging there. Gavin stood up, met eyes with some of the jocks and walked out - not even bothering to shower after his workout. He didn't need to. He was a primal beast, and beasts didn't get rid of their scents.

****

Tick, tick, tick. The sounds of the clocktower were hard to ignore when Cole was already distracted. He'd come to his perch, this time not to watch, but instead to contemplate. Things weren't going right, not at all. He'd dosed the kid twice, maybe three times max... and now all of campus was off kilter. There were horny jocks lingering around, the coffee shop was off hours, and he knew for a fact that Gavin was missing classes.

Part of him was proud - proud that he'd picked good stock, or that his change had been potent enough to have such a strong butterfly effect. At the same time, it was too much to control. Things were going off the rails. He was going to have to take a more direct approach. He was going to have to get involved... but maybe there was still time to right it. The full moon was coming, it'd be the perfect chance to seal the deal.

It was a deal Cole hadn't even been aware he was making. The wind whipped up the tower, blowing his hair and blasting his fine features. Cole thought about his first goal. He'd just meant to make sure there was another wolf to take his place when he left. That was his legacy, that was the hope... but now it was becoming something more. He couldn't take such a hands off approach. This kid needed guidance and he was the one to give it. He had to man up and act like an alpha.

With a resolute nod, Cole started to make his way back up, crawling through the narrow gap and across the gantry back to the library roof. It wasn't glamorous, but thankfully it was shielded from view. His hiding spot was still his own, at least for now.

****

It was strange to be back in the Freshman dorms... Cole had hunted his prey there, of course. He'd left clothes for him in his drawers, he'd swapped out his shampoo for wolf cum... but every time he came back, it felt like he was traveling through time. He'd been scrawnier, smaller, hairless. Now he was a little over six feet with a beard to make lumberjacks envious. He slowed as he approached Gavin's room, sniffing the air. It reeked of werewolf - and just the scent was turning Cole on.

Standing outside the door, Cole suddenly realized that he was a little underprepared. He tried to think what he'd say, an excuse for butting in. He was worried? Well, that was true at least, but as far as Gavin knew he was just an occasional customer that he sucked off once. Still, the sincerity of being worried about him would have to be enough. Cole lifted his hand and rapped on the door.

Through the thin wooden barrier, Cole could hear a grunt, a murmur, a growl, and then the doorknob clicking. The door swung open and Gavin filled the doorframe. He was six foot two, his shoulders immense, his stolen jersey tight against his swollen, meaty pecs. Forests of hair covered his arms and pits, even dusting his shoulders where they were visible from the collar of his jersey.

Cole was taken aback. Gavin's height, weight, mass... He wasn't just a werewolf, he was an incredibly well defined one... even a rival. They were nearly the same height, and Gavin looked as if he was quite possibly heavier when it came to muscle mass... He was also well more prolific with his seed. The smell of the dorm room was intoxicating. It swirled around Cole, making his green eyes start shifting yellow, his ears push toward points, his teeth sharpen and his cock swell.

"Dude?" Gavin murmured in confusion. Cole gave a sheepish look.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering how you were... I haven't seen you around." Cole said.

"I've been going through some stuff." Gavin replied. Cole looked at the trashed dorm room and nodded, his eyes moving back to the freshman.

"You wanna talk about it?" Cole asked. Gavin started to grin a lewd grin.

"I'm sure we could... work something out." he said, reaching down to grope himself a bit. Cole gave a nervous chuckle.

"Actually, I was thinking somewhere a little more private... off campus maybe? I know a spot in the woods." Cole offered. Gavin hesitated. It seemed a waste to leave a perfectly good dorm room, but he thought back to the weird dreams he'd had after the blow job in the bathroom. It had been all nature based, woods and thickets, fresh air in his lungs. It had a strange appeal.

"Sure... I think we could swing that. Lead the way?" Gavin asked. Cole nodded and turned, heading back down the hall. Gavin leaned out, watching the hairy redhead's pert muscled ass shift from side to side as he moved. It was a hell of a view.

****

The sun was setting, classes were ending, and people were cramming into the cafeteria. Gavin could see them through the windows, piling into the seats, chowing down on food. His stomach rumbled a little. His appetite had gone through the roof, but this wasn't time to eat. The cafeteria would be open for hours still. He looked back at Cole, realizing that he was probably the only other person on campus as big and manly as he was... They had so much in common.

"Hey, remember to get inside after dark! There have been animal sightings in the area!" A student said, walking from lamp post to lamp post, hanging up signs.

"I think I could take it." Gavin grinned. Cole rolled his eyes a little.

"So you believe in big, wild animals?" Cole asked.

"I am one." Gavin grinned, flexing. Cole chuckled despite himself. He really had made a meathead. Cole swung an arm around Gavin's shoulders, giving it a rub. They turned and headed over a foot bridge, heading toward the north end of campus, the buildings ending before grassy lawns, a strip of gardens, and ultimately the woods.

"Yeah, but what do you know about true animals? Animals that defy description?" Cole asked. Gavin considered for a long moment.

"There's been a lot of talk about them on campus the last few days, and I've been dreaming about stuff like that." Gavin said. Cole nodded as they moved off the path and into the grass.

"And does it scare you? Does it excite you?" Cole asked.

"It excites me. I want to know more." Gavin replied.

Cole grinned a bit before he closed his eyes. When they opened again they were a vibrant yellow, and his ears were pushing into points. His mustache spilled down lower over his mouth and his beard oozed out from his face. The hair on his arms got thicker and his shirt tightened. Muscle expanded, clothes strained. Gavin stumbled to a stop, watching Cole grow with just a few heartbeats. The redhead's pants tented, his shoes groaned, his fingernails darkened and stretched out into claws.

"If you want to know more, you're going to have to keep up." Cole said before he broke into a sprint, crossing the grassy field. Gavin's heart pounded, his mouth salivating. Chase... Chase... The idea was tantalizing. He broke into a sprint, darting after Cole, picking up speed. His lungs heaved, his arms swung, and he fell into a natural rhythm. It felt as if this was what he was designed to do, to chase - no, to hunt.

As he ran, one of Gavin's shoes caught in the dirt and got ripped off. He started running lopsided until he reached back and grabbed the other, tossing it aside mid stride. Barefoot was harder, but at least he was even now - and making up ground. He'd gone without socks, so the feeling of his feet hitting the dirt was raw and natural. Gavin had expected his bare feet to hurt so far from civilization, but his toes adapted to the uneven wilderness as if they'd been made for it. Gavin followed after Cole, loving seeing that pert, muscled ass move with such speed.

Cole lunged over a fallen tree, making a few crashing sounds as he plunged into the woods. Gavin leapt without looking, breaking through the underbrush. He was hit with branches and twigs, but soon found the leafy forest floor soothing to his bare feet. Gavin was disappearing around trees, moving fast. Gavin sniffed the air, catching scent of the spicy, woody smell that he hadn't even realized was Cole until now. Gavin sniffed, darted, rounded a tree and caught up.

"You have to explain..." Gavin said.

"You can feel it, can't you? The animal inside you? I gave you the seed, and it's been germinating. That's why you've been growing bigger, hairier, hornier..." Cole said, though he was flushed and sweaty. It wasn't from the run, it was something else. The sun had continued to set, darkness filtering through the trees. Cole stopped and stood still for a moment before he looked up, his eyes gleaming brighter yellow, his fangs full and his ears pointed and getting furry. Gavin, startled, slid back in shock. He hadn't been sure before, but now it was completely clear.

"C... Cole, man, are you alright?" Gavin asked. Cole chuckled and turned, running a claw down his shirt, splitting the buttons off. The plastic discs fell to the forest floor, pulling back, revealing an extremely broad, very furry chest with painfully erect nipples.

"I'm more than alright. This is the moment I was waiting for. The full moon is rising, and I've made sure to pass on my gift to my successor." Cole said. Gavin took another step back, but as Cole's scent started to decrease from lack of proximity, he felt the yearning return - a longing hunger to be with the man he'd had such a hot sexual escapade with.

"What do you mean successor?" he panted, reaching down to grope himself. Cole smiled, popping the button off his jeans, revealing his thick bush. His claws groomed it, fluffing it up, letting it billow to its full size.

"I'm a lone wolf, a werewolf. But that doesn't mean I want to be alone, and that I don't want to leave my mark. You are my legacy, my creation. You are a werewolf just as fucked up as I am. Constantly horny, so manly that he's dripping it, ready to live a life of pleasure... You took it farther than I could have imagined" Cole whispered, holding out his hand. Gavin took a reluctant step forward, then another. Cole started to drag his claws through Gavin's beard and the pleasure it gave him made him shudder.

Stepping closer, that loving smell grew stronger, and Gavin needed it more. He dropped down to his knees, reaching his hand into Cole's pants, petting that bush before he grabbed his meat and whipped it out... but Cole wasn't human anymore, not where it mattered. Gavin came face to face with the hot, red, tapered cock of a wolf... and it was familiar.

"We... we did this. My dream, it wasn't a dream?" he asked. Cole groaned louder.

"You mean when I gave you a belly full of my baby batter? You were so hot... I wonder how full we can get you before you pop." Cole snarled happily, his back popping and snapping as it stretched. Cole's face was contorting, his lower jaw pushing forward, his upper skull reshaping to match. As Gavin watched, his human features were melting away, his flesh coated in reddish brown fur.

Kneeling there, before this man, seeing that huge, pulsating cock... Gavin knew that his hunger wasn't for food. It was for cum - werewolf cum. He plunged his lips around the red pepper and started to suck and draw, tasting the remnants of previous orgasms, the intense musk and spice of a true male. He sucked and ran his tongue over it, tracing every contour, enjoying it especially as it started to drool pre. He gulped at it greedily, savoring it until a sudden cramp ripped through his body and he tried to pull back, popping off of the cock.

Gavin suddenly grunted, doubling over. What had been excessive hair on his chest was becoming fur, patches forming on his back. His fingernails ached and throbbed, sinking into his fingers before bursting out of the tips, the tops healing shut. His palms swelled up with paw pads, his shorts straining and tearing and pulling down as his furry ass popped out, then his tingling, aching cock. The foreskin seemed so excessive, so loose... and then Gavin remembered that too, the cock changing before him in the bathroom, revealing what was beneath.

"That's it, that's the animal in you... Right down there, like a butterfly becoming what it was meant to be in a cocoon. Reveal yourself, show the world your new birthright!" Cole howled. Gavin wanted to resist, but he lowered his clawed hand, fur spreading over the back of it. He wrapped it around the oddly tough, oddly numb flesh over his cock... held it there, and then pulled it back.

Thick, gooey, cummy flesh slipped out... red, tapered, shaped like a pepper. The wolf cock was huge, bloated, hard and ready. Even the base was already puffy, his first knot half formed. The musk wafting up nearly made Gavin double over, wanting to taste himself, to imbibe his own manliness... so he did just that.

Hefting the canine meat up, Gavin dropped his mouth down over the tip, getting a mouth full of the juices his cock had been basting in. He sucked and slurped and licked until he spurted some pre, gulping it down. He lifted up, leaving a trail of pre across his bushy brown beard. Cole lunged forward to lick it off and then kiss him, their lips bashing for a moment before Cole pulled back, grunting, his change accelerating.

Cole had continued to shift, his clothes tearing off his huge torso, his pants slinking down. He tore at the remains and cast them aside, having no care for the remnants of his clothes. His shoes had split open as his feet grew into paws, and a fuzzy tail was descending behind his ass cheeks. His face turned skyward, his lips parting to let out a howl as his skull elongated inch after inch. His teeth spread out and the fangs grew to fill in the gaps, bloated and big. His furry ears twitched and his tail wagged.

He was a werewolf, he was a beast, he was male, and this time... he had a partner. He turned, moving over to Gavin, grabbing him and kissing him. His muzzle spread wide as his head tilted, the rows of teeth grazing Gavin's cheeks. His mouth was filled with a huge tongue and he pressed against that huge, hairy body, letting their canine cocks rub and slap and drip on one another. He started to hump and grind, to hold the huge red wolf, to feel his heat and fur and body.

The humping intensified as the darkness grew, only the light of the full moon above. Gavin ground as if his life depended on it, but it was getting harder and harder. Muscles, sinews, ligaments - Gavin's body was on fire. He panted and moaned. He felt like he was on fire, literally and figuratively... but part of that fire was a growing rage.

Cole had said he had planted the seed, and it was all clicking into place. The laundry, the shampoo, even sucking him off. It was all built on the fact that this red wolf was trying to be alpha, that he had forced the change, that he was being put in his place. Gavin knew how he felt, what he felt, and what he was capable of. He was huge, tall, buff, hairy. He was a man, he was a beast. He was no one's bitch, not anymore.

In a blur of movement, Gavin got up and lunged. Cole was knocked back, spiraling as he landed roughly in the leaves. He snarled to get up, but Gavin came down on his back. Even with Cole growing bigger and bigger, Gavin wasn't to be trifled with. Gavin tried to mount Cole, but Cole moved. Gavin's cock slid under Cole's balls and the two werewolves had their cocks slap together for a moment, but another attempt had to be made.

Gavin pulled back and thrust again, this time, getting sticky pre all over the bigger wolf's tail hole. Cole reared up, rising to two legs, his fur covering his head, neck, torso and legs. The last few patches of human flesh disappeared and it looked as though Gavin was really riding a beast, though he wasn't that far behind. Gavin tried one last time and thrust, his newly minted canine cock finding the proper hole.

Gavin gasped as he struck true, sliding deep. He ground against his new partner, latching on with hands and feet at first, and then his mouth. Gavin's fangs dug into Cole's shoulder as he bit him and then started to move is hips. By instinct, he had mounted his prey. A few more messy thrusts and then his strike was true, digging in deeper. He slid back and forth, in and out, taking more real estate with each movement.

Cole grunted and stumbled, grabbing onto a tree as his muzzle finished forming, his tail bushing out trapped between his back and Gavin's chest. He stood there, huffing, panting, holding on as Gavin fucked him.

Each thrust seemed to bring Gavin power. He felt taller, stronger, more manly. The curls on his cheeks spooled out into thicker and thicker facial hair, dropping down lower from his face even as that face grew longer. Flesh, bone, muscle - all of it was on fire as Gavin fucked his creator. His dog dick kept growing longer and thicker, and he roared louder, unable to hold back as he ground.

Cole eventually shuddered, giving up his grip, falling onto his hands and knees. The beast fucking him had started smaller, but now he was the same size, maybe even bigger. Cole admired his dedication, but the growing freshman had a clear goal in mind. The sound of Gavin's balls slapping against Cole's taint echoed into the woods, but the sound was changing pitch. With each swing of the pendulum, Gavin's brown balls dropped lower, got bigger, swung freer. His prostate was growing inside him, shifting to his new physiology, making sure that there wouldn't be a single second in any day that he couldn't flood someone with wolf cum - and then the flood started.

With one spurt, Gavin was afraid he'd started too soon, but then the spurt became a jet, then a firehose, and then Gavin just bore down harder. He could smell his former alpha's lust, heat, need. He could smell the change when he found a spot inside him that filled Cole with shivers, so Gavin changed his angle to hit it more and more.

Cole drooled openly from his muzzle as his prostate was hit repeatedly and his colon filled with the semen of his creation. Each wave of golden pleasure was rewiring his brain. He was no longer an alpha, no longer a lone wolf, no longer the architect of grand plans. The red wolf shuddered and came, his huge cock spurting seed uselessly into the forest floor as his own belly started to stretch and round, growing heavier carrying the load of HIS alpha, of HIS mate.

The red wolf lowered his head to the ground in subservience. Gavin lifted his newly formed muzzle, covered in chocolate brown fur to the sky and let out a reverberating howl, letting the world know that he was the true male, the true alpha, and that everyone would be his plaything. Cum started to churn out of the ass he fucked, but he didn't slow down. He let the milky goo squirt around his sheath and balls as he fucked Cole within an inch of his life, the moonlight showering over them both.

****

Days had passed since the full moon, but they had been the best of Gavin's life. He couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked Cole, and he was amazed that the senior hadn't popped with the amount of cum he'd filled him with. On the rare occasion they weren't fucking, Gavin had insisted that Cole show him around, all the places he liked as a wolf. The climb to the clock tower had been daunting, but as they got situated, it had become all the clearer.

The setting sun cast golds and silvers through the frosted glass, hints of orange and salmon and pink washing over them. It complimented his cinnamon town skin and his chocolate brown hair, his now-hazel eyes the color of fall. His hair stretched down to his back, his beard almost reached his nipples. He was immense, a bear of a man with hair worthy of a thirty year old on a face of a freshman.

The light warmed the glass it passed through and the werewolf behind him. The wind, in turn, brought a chilled blast as it funneled up the tower. Gavin let it warm his cool flesh - at least most of it. He had gone without a shirt, without shoes or socks, wearing only his stolen, cum soaked basketball shorts that were down around his knees. His cock was being warmed by the mouth wrapped around it. While Gavin took in the view, Cole had resumed his rightful place as a cock warmer, sucking and slurping on his alpha's meat with quiet satisfaction. Gavin reached down, ruffling the hair between Cole's wolf ears sticking out from his wild red mane of hair. Gavin smiled happily to himself.

The view was beautiful, to be sure... but there were other things to look at that were bringing Gavin such pleasure. While he wasn't so sure about returning to class anymore, he had gone back to work. The coffee, tea, and baked goods that had been made with love and care were now made with lust and a plan. People stumbled out of the coffee shop in dazed happiness, not embarrassed by the huge tents in their pants.

Some walked over closer to the clock tower, talking to each other in small groups, breathing in that spice on the fall air... only to start making out, humping, grinding, or petting each other's new facial hair with admiration. The jocks got more muscled, the nerds got bigger and bigger, the drama students found ever more creative ways to seduce each other, and all of them were getting hairier.

What few boys crossed campus with a clean face were taken in a companionable arm and brought to the coffee shop. Surely they were cold and just needed a warm, creamy drink... surely they didn't want to be lone wolves on campus. They had to have pride, they had to be part of the pack. They had to taste the amazing treats that Gavin had created for them. And soon, soon they would all taste it from the source, from the alpha's cock. After all, Gavin knew he had more than enough to go around. There would be no lone wolves on campus now... They would be his pack, his boys, worshipping how sexy and big he was... and how much bigger and sexier he would become.