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The steady drone of the engine reverberated through the frame of the bus, occasionally climbing as it tried harder, but never falling lower than a dull roar. The light coming in through the windows seemed too bright in contrast to the dark interior, and the bus was full of the smells of its passengers - one passenger in particular. Near the back of the bus, one man sat, his legs spread wide, his arms draped over the back of the double wide seat, his head reclined. He sat as if he owned the bus, and in many ways he felt he did.

Late spring sunlight washed over his cinnamon brown skin and his cedar brown hair. It had grown out into a short mane that licked at the nape of his neck, but the bushy beard hanging down from his face was longer, brushing his collar bone. His mustache obscured his lips, and the beard almost glistened in the light from how vital it was. More hints of hair poked up from around the collar of his well worn gray tank top, but that was only the start.

The man's bare shoulders were broad, his pecs and abs well defined, his legs thick like tree trunks, and even with his legs spread wide, there was a distinct and profound bulge between his legs, hinting at his impressive package - even more impressive given that he was merely nineteen years old. Gavin's growth spurt had not been natural, but supernatural. His first year of college had gone far differently than he had planned. Now, on the ride back home, he thought about how it had all changed, how he had changed, and how much better life had become.

He had been such a by-the-book student, a nerd, working in the coffee shop as well as trying to stay on top of his classes. Then he had met Cole, a senior, and... a werewolf. Or rather, he had been turned by him. It had been a gradual process, Cole taking an interest in him, helping to bring out his change... and Gavin had loved every second. He'd grown more manly, he'd learned true pleasures, and then... he'd turned his own wolves. Little by little he'd corrupted classmates, bringing them into the pack, watching them grow huge and hairy and horny like him. It had been heaven - at least until the school year had ended, and quite possibly his chances at returning.

The grades had come in as Gavin had been waiting at the bus station. He had flunked out, every class, every course. The odds of returning were virtually impossible. More than that, Cole had graduated and moved on... And as much fun as turning his pack had been, Gavin wondered if it had been the act of corrupting them that had been the most fun, more than even having them. Gavin turned his head, looking down the center of the bus and the people that were traveling along with him.

Despite his size and strength, Gavin was returning home to his family. He had no idea how to tell them he had flunked out of college. Then again, this would have been his summer vacation. He might not have to tell them straight away. But that was a coward's way out, not worthy of the alpha he had become. Gavin shifted a little before he froze, smelling something he hadn't smelled since leaving campus... someone in heat.

Gavin turned, spotting a young twink that had apparently slipped back a few seats, getting closer to him. He was staring at Gavin, his ice blue eyes hungry, his dishwater blond hair feathered and tousled in a way that seemed perfect for some fashion magazine. His blue and white stripe shirt was in perfect condition, and his khaki shorts seemed ready for the beach. Gavin could smell his arousal and a smile crossed his bearded lips.

The larger male reached down, his hand sliding back and forth over his big bulge as if adjusting himself. The twink practically shook with eagerness. Gavin grinned more, leaning back as he unzipped his fly and his fat, thick cock all but burst through the gap. Inches of thick meat slipped out, bringing with it the spicy, rich, earthy musk of a werewolf that basked in his own aroma. The twink didn't even look around before he slipped across the aisle, dropping down into the gap between Gavin's seat and the next row.

A tongue squeezed between Gavin's foreskin and his cock head, dipping down between the folds of flesh, slipping around. The twink let out a moan at the flavor, his tongue flicking at Gavin's urethra before he began taking the whole shaft into his mouth. Gavin grabbed onto the blonde's hair, getting a good grip as he started to bring the kid's head down around his cock. The twink bobbed his head up and down, getting more and more as he went.

Gavin closed his eyes, one arm still on the seat, looking for all intents and purposes as if he was taking a nap. If it hadn't been for the lewd, wet, slurping sounds it would have been the perfect guise. Gavin started to lift his hips, thrusting up. The twink started to gag a little until Gavin's cock began leaking pre, and the gag reflex went numb at once. The twink's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the cock slipped into his throat with nearly no effort.

The werewolf inside of Gavin growled happily, the steady flow of pre thickening, darkening, turning to a rich yellowed-pearl color as he oozed cum. The twink gulped it deep, letting it pour into his stomach. His own erect cock started to get harder, thicker, longer. His balls were swelling slowly, and hormones were racing through his body. Gavin humped and fucked the blonde's face until he bore a fang filled grin and hissed, cumming a lot harder.

The twink could do nothing more but hold on, gulping and drinking the werewolf's cum, feeling it pump into his stomach, filling it fuller and fuller until it felt like he'd had a huge buffet meal. Gavin slowly pulled the young man off his cock and the blonde gasped for breath, cum spilling down his chin as he looked up at the Alpha in wonder. Gavin grinned, feeling a bit of chaotic joy that he'd be releasing such a slutty pup into the world. Someone was going to make him an amazing alpha... but that was a mystery he would discover by the next full moon.

Gavin watched the twink slink back to his own seat, collapsing onto the well worn cushion, still panting for breath, one hand resting protectively on his stomach. The werewolf closed his eyes and grinned. It felt too good to share the gift, to turn others, to bend them to his horny, hairy ways... and now he was going home, back to his proverbial wolf's den... Facing his parents wouldn't be easy, but there would be benefits; his own bed, his own friends... and his own brother. Gavin's eyes slipped back open again at that thought as he looked out of the window, watching the grassy hillsides slip by as the bus rolled along its way.

****

Gavin's feet sunk into the front lawn, the grass a bit overgrown and uneven. Once again he had no doubt that Shawn had neglected his duties. A bit of immature frustration welled up, reminding Gavin for a moment at the young man he had been - dutiful, responsible, hard working, eager... All of that work for no reward. Meanwhile his brother had soaked in the athletic accolades of his school and retired home for a life of leisure and self gratification. Gavin's thick eyebrow arched a bit as he realized that was the sort of life he had been introduced to, and now enjoyed immensely.

The towering man reached the front door and turned it, the heavy metal door swinging open with a bit of resistance, counterbalanced by the heavy duffel bag he had slung over his left shoulder. Gavin had been expecting a 'welcome home' as he entered, though what he got instead was a gasp. His mother stood at the end of the hallway, startled. She was tall and willowy, her hair done up into a halo braid with tresses cascading down. Normally her face was warm and kind with a hint of stoicism, but now? There was a flash of fear. Gavin was surprised until he realized why.

In a matter of months he had added on over a foot of height, sixty pounds of muscle, and a heaping of hair. For a split second his mother assumed a stranger had let himself into the house before she recognized the cheek bones, the nose, and the eyes of her son. Shock transitioned into relief, but then a different look crossed her face - disappointment.

"Gavin, I didn't recognize you." She said, her voice a little strained.

"Yeah... I guess I had a pretty big growth spurt." Gavin said, even his voice was deeper.

"You should come in, sit down. Your father is waiting for you." She said. Gavin froze for a moment, a little stunned. It was a weekday, and his father's attendance at work had been flawless. Gavin set his bag down and moved around the corner of the hallway, looking into the living room. Sitting in a high backed chair was a five foot ten, middle aged man in a white button up shirt and black slacks. His hair was kept short, showing more forehead than he once had. The sides were neatly groomed, creating a contrast to the amber and brown glasses he wore.

"Gavin..." His father said, looking up with his own muted form of shock. He looked his son over up and down, taking a bit of a breath before he sighed, gesturing to the couch. Gavin felt torn. Part of him felt like tucking his tail between his legs. Whatever he had walked in to, it wasn't good.

"Is Shawn okay?" Gavin asked. His father's brow quirked at that.

"Shawn is fine. It's you that we're worried about." His mother said, moving into the room to take her own chair by the window. Gavin slowly sat down on the couch, started to spread before he took on a more reserved and guarded posture.

"We got the bill for the room damages. Normally I'd... consider that something might have happened with your roommate, that things got out of control, but we paid extra money for you to have a single room for precisely that purpose." His father said.

"They're sticklers with that sort of thing, they needle every little det-" Gavin was cut off.

"Broken bed frame, damaged paint, carpet saturation? It would have been cheaper to hire my own contracting team. What did you do?"

"Gil..." His mother warned.

"Sylvie, I can't... I can't understand this. Gavin, you were such a good boy." His father murmured. A heat built up inside of Gavin, starting as embers that raged into an inferno.

"I was. I was the best boy. I worked hard, I tried, I gave everything. And then I went to college, and suddenly I was able to think about myself for once. I wasn't a little puppy, I was-" Gavin halted. He wasn't ready to out himself as a werewolf, not yet. He took a breath, "I'm sorry about messing up the room. I promise next time I'll be gentler, take better care." Gavin said. This time it was Gil's moment to look a little afraid, not making eye contact with his wife.

"That... won't be an issue, at least not for a while." Sylvie said. Gavin looked up at his mother, seeing the true source of her own disappointment. His father had been rightfully upset with the repair costs, but his mother had been a teacher of almost twenty three years. "The school counselors contacted us, regarding your grades. They suggest re-application after... external study."

"That is about the most polite way to put flunking out that I've ever heard." Gil muttered. Sylvie looked at her son and he looked back, the two silent.

"I'm sorry..." Gavin murmured. Despite his bravado, despite his head strong nature, he was sorry for part of what he had done. He was sorry that he had brought them discomfort and shame. He didn't regret how he lived his life, or the lives he had changed, or that his own life had been changed... Merely that he'd brought them sadness.

"That's a start." Gil replied, sighing, "Your brother will be coming home this evening. He's at some sort of gaming match or something."

"Video games, I assume, not wrestling?" Gavin asked.

"You know how I can't keep up with all of those Night-Fort things. At least wrestling I understand." Gil said. Gavin smirked a little at that and nodded before he stood up and turned. His father cleared his throat, "Gav, just tell me one thing. Are you okay?" he asked. Gavin took a moment before he nodded.

"Yeah. I messed up, but I still learned a lot about myself. I think I can find a better path." He said before he grabbed his duffel bag and headed toward his room.

****

Gavin strode into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. It wasn't something he'd ever done before and one of his old school projects fell from the wall, dropping to the bookshelf below. Gavin let out a huff. The conflicted feeling he'd had in the living room was fading, and the resolution he'd met was crystalizing. He only made it a few steps into his room before his reflection caught his eye. The mirror over the dresser was mounted so low that it cut off at nose level. All he could see were his huge shoulders sticking out of his tank top, his shapely muscles, his long hair, his flowing beard... He was hot - damn hot.

Whatever had happened, it had reshaped the way he looked at himself. He wasn't some timid creature, not some lowly beta to come whimpering home. He was an Alpha, a leader, a creature of majesty and strength. He was all wolf, all man, all male and everything in between. Gavin sat down on his bed, feeling it sink a bit beneath his weight. He ran his hand over his groin, fondling himself a few times before a grin crossed his lips. He slowly let them part as his fangs glinted in the light. His eyes shifted to a honey gold, and his ears began to stretch into points. His breath got hotter, his nipples got harder, and his fingernails darkened as they pushed out into claws.

Gavin fidgeted with his fly, drawing it down before his fat, thick, furry sheathe pushed through. His partially shifted hand wrapped around the meat, pumping it up and down, up and down, feeling it glide over his swelling cock. A wet sound came from the effort before the furry sheathe retracted, revealing his wide, thick, long and very hard cock. The urethra was already releasing a steady stream of clear pre that ran in rivulets down the curved tip of his shaft, bringing a spicy pungent aroma to the room.

The bearded male swung one leg up onto his bed, though his foot extended past the end. He fidgeted a little, using the end to catch his shoe before it popped off and toppled to the floor. Soon the second leg followed, discarding the footwear just as easily. Gavin leaned back in his bed, stroking off his shaft, feeling its girth, running another clawed hand under the narrow strap of fabric arched over his shoulder.

With one deft flick of his claw, his tank top snapped and revealed a hairy, huge pectoral dotted by a very large, dark nipple. Gavin growled gently as he pinched the flesh, watching the nub harden and stiffen, growing erect in its own way. A forest of moist, musky hair peeked out from under his arm, so thick and luxurious. Gavin moved his head just enough to feel the tickle of his beard across his collarbone, hair on flesh, the way it was meant to be.

He could smell his old scent in the room still, untainted, immature. It was almost sickeningly sweet, like too much coconut or vanilla fragrance. Looking around the room, all the evidence was there. Books, school projects, dioramas. His closet was organized, the floor flawless. It wasn't the room of an Alpha, it was the cage of some poor misguided fool. Gavin grunted and snarled, thrusting harder into his hand before he caught sight of a photo of himself, of the pipsqueak he had been.

Gavin knew he'd been viewing everything in terms of growth and change, but that wasn't it. He was someone new. He was a new person, a werewolf, a beast, a man and a monster. He was the kind of monster that took relish in bringing out the monster in others. He'd done it several times on campus, watching his boys grow and change and mature... Feeling their bodies grow heavier and stronger, nourished by his seed.

The werewolf licked his fangs as his brow ridge thickened, his ears pointed more, and patches of fur pushed through his skin, crossing his chest and arms, even his legs. His cock stretched longer, the mushroom shaped tip slowly pointing and elongating as the blood rushed into his cock to turn it from brown to purple. Gavin moaned harder, his heart racing. Yes, he was a monster, and he wanted to spread his kind... to grow his pack. If he couldn't do it at college, he'd do it at home. He'd go after his friends, hell, even his enemies... and there was one person he knew he could start with.

Gavin's amber eyes opened and he turned his head, looking to the last photo he took with his brother. Gavin had been in his graduation robes, but Shawn had worn his letterman's jacket. He was always the athlete. Tall, strong, proud. How much prouder would he be with the blood of a werewolf running through his veins? How much bigger would he grow? And would he finally give Gavin the respect he was due?

A deep, satisfied moan broke from Gavin's lips as he started to cum. A rope of yellowed wolf spooge lanced out, splattering across his chest, then his beard, then his face. Gavin thought about lapping it up, or even drinking from himself, but that wasn't the point of this. This was a wolf claiming his den. Gavin tilted his cock straight up, jacking off harder, sending up jets of cum that came splattering down across his lap, his bed, the wall and the window. Gavin aimed his cock again, sending ropes out across his carpet, then his dresser, then the open closet.

The spicy, musky, pungent scent of a true animal began to erode away at the sickly sweet smell, erasing traces of the boy that had lived there, replacing them with the scent of a male - an Alpha male. Gavin growled with relief, feeling comfortable at last before he leaned forward, slipping his fanged maw down over his huge rod, sucking down his excess cum. It was so salty and had such a bite to it... a flavor that he was sure Shawn would know before very long.

****

The sun had set and a quiet had come to the house. Dinner had been strained with Shawn staying at his friends and his parents inquiries about his plans. It brought a tension to Gavin that only dissipated when he sensed them winding down for bed. Gavin had spent the afternoon in an attempt to retrofit his bedroom and make it a bit more appropriate.

The old schoolwork had been pulled down and boxed up, along with the posters he'd had for years. There was a lot of blank space on the pale blue walls, but he'd figure something out. The cleaning had been interspersed with times of more self pleasure, bringing the general aroma of the room up to a healthy musk. As his parents fell asleep, Gavin laid back on his bed, one meaty muscled arm under his head as he stared at the ceiling.

A slight grinding noise came as the bedroom window was lifted from the outside and the curtain began to flit about in the sudden airflow. A leg came through first, then another before someone dropped through the window, landing with an unsubtle lack of grace. The figure straightened up and dusted himself off before he turned to close the window, freezing when he saw the hairy giant in the bed that had been empty for nearly nine months.

"Fuck!" Shawn cursed, stumbling back. Gavin rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Dude, you knew I was coming back today." Gavin said. Shawn's eyes went even wider in shock. Despite only being a year and a half younger than his brother, he had at one time been taller and stronger. He stood six feet tall, his dark brown hair in medium curls along the top and shaved into a shorter fade on the sides. As always he wore his red and gold letterman's jacket and black jeans.

"Gav?!" Shawn asked, his jaw dropping, "Damn!" he exclaimed, blinking for a few times, "Man, what is that smell?"

"You're sneaking in? Through my bedroom?" Gavin asked, sitting up in bed, coming almost all the way up to eye level with his brother. Once more Shawn's jaw dropped.

"DAMN! What have you been doing? You're ripped bro!" Shawn said. Gavin couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. He lifted one arm, flexing it to show off his muscles.

"What, these?" he asked. Shawn shook his head.

"God, I hope I get a growth spurt like that, man! And look at that beard. You're a beast!" Shawn said with a grin. Gavin's smile grew, almost betraying the point to his teeth.

"You have no idea bro." Gavin said, "It's good to see you. Your hair is longer."

"Yeah, I've been growing it out a lil', I guess that's a new family tradition, huh? Uh, how was the homecoming by the way. Sorry I missed it." Shawn said. Gavin shook his head.

"Not the best. How much did they tell you?" Gavin asked. Shawn shrugged.

"Uh, they didn't tell me much. But I could overhear it from their fights. You flunked out? You? I mean, if you... What about me?" Shawn murmured.

"It wasn't about the grades or anything. I got... distracted. I mean, it didn't feel like that was the sort of future I was meant for anymore." Gavin replied. Shawn nodded gently, trying to think in high concepts after a night of thinking of baser instincts. Gavin sniffed the air and changed positions, "What about you? How is senior year? You're lookin' good, even if you're sneaking in."

"Well, I mean I feel good. Things are going good. I'm burning the candle at both ends though. I work hard to get okay grades, and then I've got the team, and then I party hard too. Graduation is a few weeks away. I got this thing where mom and dad think I'm back in bed, but I come through your window so I can get in without being noticed." Shawn said.

"If it's working so far, I won't stop you." Gavin said, "I wished I'd been more like you in High School." he said with a smile.

"But now you've got it made, right?" Shawn grinned, "I mean you could have any lady you want with a bod like that."

"I could, probably, but I'm actually more in the market for guys." Gavin said. Shawn looked at his brother for a moment, taking two or three attempts at running the words through his mind before it clicked.

"You're gay?!" Shawn asked, "I should have realized. All that nerdy time in the library, those acting classes, and that-" Shawn was cut off as he was hit in the arm by a rather large and slightly hairy knuckle.

"I didn't know I was gay back then, jackass. Besides, you're the one whose extra-curricular activity is humping other dudes." Gavin said.

"Wrestling is not gay!" Shawn countered before there was a thump on the wall. Shawn froze. Gavin chuckled.

"Well, maybe they just think you came to see me after we settled down. In the meantime, let's call a truce tonight... and tomorrow, I'll hit the gym with you." Gavin said. Shawn nearly chortled.

"You got any idea how many times I tried to invite you, bro? And now you're going to go? After all these years." Shawn said. Gavin shook his head.

"Don't whine. You only got your first membership because you wanted to see if there were any girls at the pool. Trust me, it'll give us a chance to bond. I've got some things I want to show you... Now, head to bed before dad realizes you're still wearing shoes." Gavin said. Shawn nodded and quietly opened the door, peeking out before he slunk into the hall. Gavin stood up and moved over, making sure his door was shut tight again before he grabbed a drawer and opened it up, pulling out an old water bottle.

A deft hand spun the top before the lid popped off and Gavin's claws emerged. He reached down to draw out his hard, long cock again, giving it a few strokes as he brought the head to the rim of the bottle. With will power alone, Gavin released his hold and thick, soupy wolf spooge began spraying out into the bottle, swirling around the bottom as it began filling up. Gavin stroked himself off more and more, imagining just how handsome his brother would look as he embraced the growing werewolf inside of him.

****

Bright white light spilled in through the windows of the gym. It was entirely too bright, especially with the ample placement of shiny metal on the various pieces of equipment, but the effort was worth it. They had started at dawn with jogging, but transitioned into the machine room as the sun came up. It had been nice to get out of the house before their dad was even ready for work, It had actually been an effort for Gavin to avoid outpacing his brother jogging, and it had given them a chance to catch up a little. Most of the questions had been about his sudden change in lifestyle.

Gavin sat on one of the machines, his back slightly reclined, his forearms braced against padded arms. He strained to bring them together, the mechanisms counterbalanced against the entire stack of weights in the back of the machine. They rose up as Gavin pushed, feeling the heat in his arms, his pecs and his shoulders. Shawn had been lifting weights a few feet away, but couldn't take his eyes off his brother.

Gavin was a beast for sure. His hair was longer than it had ever been, hanging down to his shoulders in waves. His beard was bushy and thick, resting on his collarbone. His eyebrows were thick, his skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration. His gray tank top was soaked, and his shorts weren't far behind. He'd even been going barefoot despite the gym owner's protests - but how could you say no to such a huge guy?

Shawn lifted his bottle and took a sip, the salty brine hitting his tongue with a spicy taste. He thought about the scent in his brother's room and reasoned it was just some of whatever protein drink had helped him grow to such massive levels. He set the bottle down and moved over, shaking his head.

"Damn. Where was this brother when we went into high school?" Shawn asked. Gavin growled a bit, bringing the arms of the machine together again.

"Don't make me hit you, pipsqueak." Gavin shot back, grinning, "He's here now, so what are you going to do?"

"I guess the big question is, what are you going to do?" Shawn asked.

"Don't you start, I get enough from dad."

"I mean it. A lil' bro's job is to be a wingman for his big bro until he gets hitched, right?" Shawn asked. Gavin's eyebrow arched.

"I don't think anyone's EVER said that." Gavin replied. Shawn shrugged.

"Well, you know what I mean, man. You got the bod now, for sure. but you don't have the moves yet, right?" Shawn asked.

"Why exactly do you think I flunked out of college? I was getting my game on." Gavin said. Shawn grinned ear to ear.

"Really? You popped out of that closet and right into bed with some dudes? I have to give you some mad respect, bro." Shawn said, grabbing his bottle to take another swig. Despite the potent flavor, he was really getting to like the protein drink. Gavin watched his brother gulping his werewolf seed down and started to smile more.

"There was a freedom in it, an animal magnetism." Gavin said, "Letting out the man inside me, feeling his strength and heat and power, and following that pleasure to its fullest. I lived to feel, I felt life, and each time it made me grow into something bigger, better, and more amazing. I want that for you too, brother. I want you to feel that heat and power and growth." he said, his voice deep and resonant.

Shawn felt a strange calm sweep over him, a complex love for his brother wanting well for him and an excitement for him wanting to share his experiences. He blinked slowly, his head swimming as he pictured himself letting loose, going wild, throwing caution to the wind. Gavin stood up and swung an arm around his brother's head, pulling him into a sudden head lock. Shawn's face plunged into the hot, wet pit of his brother's monstrous arm, the spicy scent flooding his nose as he suddenly struggled to get out.

"And maybe I've got a thing or two to show you still." Gavin grinned, feeling Shawn's struggle to break free grow weaker and weaker as the musk invaded his senses. Before all the fight had left him, Gavin let go, and Shawn stumbled free.

"Fuck, bro, you're rank!" Shawn coughed and sputtered, feeling his brother's sweat on his face. Gavin grinned wider and flipped Shawn off, walking towards the next machine he planned to push to its limit.

****

The sound of metal on china clinked and chirped as the boys went to town, downing their dinner with particular gusto. Sylvie watched with particular interest at the amount her boys were consuming, while their father watched what would have been his leftovers-lunch disappear before his eyes. Gil sighed a bit, though he couldn't really blame the boys. They'd been working out all day after all.

"I don't think I've heard you two go this long without a fight since Shawn learned to talk." Sylbie said. Shawn looked up at that, a bit of mashed potatoes on his lips before he swallowed. Gavin grinned, taking a sip of sun tea.

"I guess we have more in common now." Gavin replied, continuing to eat with his right hand even as his left drifted under the table, his palm rolling from left to right, back and forth over his bulge. He'd seen the changes in his brother already. With just one day together, with one bottle of his special sauce, Shawn had grown two inches. His chest was filling out, hair was thickening on his arms, and his once neat fade was growing soft, stubble creeping down his cheeks.

"It was amazing... No one on my team can keep up like Gav can. He's got real stamina. I always had to bail because they got tired or bored or something." Shawn said.

"At least he has staying power for something." Gil said.

"Sweetie, that's enough." Sylvie replied. Gavin's eyes flashed from honey brown to more amber, his horniness becoming rage again.

"That really IS enough." Gavin replied, "When something's right, I can stick it out."

"College IS the right thing." Gil replied.

"Not for me." Gavin replied.

"And just what IS the right thing?" Gil asked. Gavin's muscles tensed. He was operating by instinct. Trying to put that into words was a challenge.

"Hey, I've got faith in Gav. He'll figure something out. He's always been smart. If it's not going to be school smarts, he'll find another way." Shawn said.

"And that's another thing, setting a bad example for your brother. He's worked so hard to get his scholarships, he-" Gil froze as Gavin slammed his fist down.

"This isn't my only option; not college, not even being here." Gavin replied, "Do you want to be civil, or do you want me to leave?" he asked. His father was still frozen at the willful act of insubordination. Sylvie, however inhaled through her nostrils with enough force to be heard before her lips parted.

"Whatever this power struggle is, it has gone on too far." she stated clearly, "We will not discuss it for one week. Any of you. If you break the rule, you will be doing the chores - all of them - for the day. We will try again to be civil after that. Agreed?" She asked, though it was clear that there was no room for dissent.

"Agreed." Gavin said. The terms were favorable, at least for now. Sylvie's eyes shot to her husband as her brows lowered. Gil shifted in his seat, poking at his peas with his spoon.

"Agreed." He said finally. Sylvie gave a nod at that and grabbed the bowl of stuffing, moving to dish more up for her family.

****

The half-moon hung high in the sky, not yet strong enough to blot out the stars around it. Gavin sat on the roof, gazing up, the light glinting silver-yellow on his irises. He listened to the gentle breeze blowing up over the slope of the roof, and not much beyond that. It was so different to living on campus. There, the students had been packed so tightly together that he could practically hear their hearts beating in a concert of thumps, their breathing rising and falling like the ocean. Here, though, he was most assured that his parents and brother had fallen asleep.

Gavin flexed his clawed hand, opening and closing it, part exercise, part an expression of his dilemma. He knew what he wanted to do with his life; he wanted to sire werewolves, to live in pleasure, to bring that pleasure to others. It wasn't a goal he could share with his parents, let alone under their own roof. He needed to stake out territory, lay claim to a den, get his feet under him - especially if he was going to bring Shawn with him.

He sat up, stretched, and dropped off the side of the roof, landing on the lawn. His bare feet gripped at the grass and the dirt, then the cement. Gavin was proud of how strong and robust his feet were. They, too, had grown to accommodate his larger frame. Shoes were a bit of a problem, but he went without them as often as possible.

What had started as a walk to clear his head took Gavin out of the neighborhood, the comfortable ranch style homes falling away, and in a few minutes he'd made it to the edge of the city. Most of the buildings that close to his home were only one or two stories, but a few rose higher and billboards ran along the streets. At night it was almost beautiful, turning the urban sprawl into a watercolor of different lights. There was the pale blue of the energy efficient LED counterbalanced by the age old traditional orange and red gas based street lights.

Gavin would have been terrified as a human walking downtown alone at night, but now? Now he was a towering behemoth, a werewolf, a real man. The wind blew through his hair, his beard, across his broad shoulders and carried his scent into the night. He smiled a bit, feeling that constant pride for his body soaking his brain like a drug. It was almost potent enough to distract himself from movement at the auto repair shop he was walking along.

Auto Rex Repair had been a fading fixture in the city for Gavin's entire life. It was a single story building with four workshop garage bays and a garish, two and a half story tall asymmetrical sign showing off the businesses' logo, highlighted in more lights than it really deserved. Despite the late hour, one of the garage doors to the structure was open and a car was being worked on.

Gavin slowed to a stop to watch, admiring the car a bit. Even as a nerd, he'd had a soft spot for cars that looked both sleek and powerful, though many of the drivers interested in such vehicles overdid it with the spoilers. There was no point if they got too big, but just the right balance, coupled with the right rims? Magnificent. Gavin watched the mechanic move around the car, checking under the hood, when a pang of recognition hit him.

"Levi..." Gavin murmured under his breath. The young man looked a little different, of course. In the last nine months he'd grown a black goatee that hung down from his chin in a curved tuft, and he'd shaved the sides of his head, leaving his black locks shaped into more of a short mohawk. The smooth sides of his head only brought more attention to the black spacers in his ears. At once Gavin felt blood rushing to his groin.

Levi had, for lack of a better term, been Gavin's man crush in high school. They had been from different worlds, of course. Gavin had been studious, hard working, smart. Levi had been cool, wild, and interesting. The two had shared some memorable moments in class, making an unlikely alliance. Sure, Gavin had done the heavy lifting, but it had been euphoric to be with someone so unique, so confident, so... sexy. Gavin started moving up toward the repair shop.

"Sorry bud, we won't be open until nine tomorrow." Levi said, sensing movement. He knew it was a risk operating in the open at night, but the ventilators only did so much and sometimes it was best just to work with the door open.

"Levi, I always knew you were a night owl." Gavin said. Levi looked up in surprise, not sure if he knew any bearded metalheads - at least ones that tall. He looked at the face for a moment before he let out a laugh.

"Oh my god, Gav?" Levi asked. Gavin grinned, relieved that he had been recognized.

"You're looking good, man." Gavin said, "Even in coveralls."

"Hey, that college life must have really agreed with you too. Digging the beard. It's so wild! How have you been?" Levi asked, setting down his tools.

"Digging the wild life, maybe not so much college. I don't think I'm going back." Gavin said. Levi nodded.

"It's over-rated, I mean, look at me? In one year I've become co-owner of this place. Best part is, the other owner's just on the money side. This place is my paradise." Levi said, wiping his hands down with a towel, "You want a beer?"

"Levi, we're both underage." Gavin replied, realizing instantly he sounded more like his old, nerdy self.

"When has that stopped me before?" Levi smirked. He hit a button and the garage door started rumbling shut and Levi walked along the outside of the building, heading for the front of the repair shop. Just as he had in high school, Gavin followed after, but this time it was not as a little duckling, but as a predator stalking his prey.

****

Shawn had never really had a hard time sleeping, at least not until recently. Between staying out late and getting up early, he usually crashed hard and deep. With Gavin back home, though, he'd been spending more time than ever in the house. He tossed and turned, caught in between states as his lucid dreams got hotter, steamier, more fantic, and then Shawn woke up gasping, shuddering, his lips trembling as he came.

He felt the hot, wet puddle spreading out in his boxers, soaking right through and penetrating his sheets. He was laying on his stomach, fingers tightly gripping the sheets. He blinked a few times, his hair falling over his eyes. Shawn panted hard and pushed himself up, reaching down to peel his boxers back.

Strings of cum connected his groin to his undergarments, the pearly seed rank and rich with his own unique brand of musk. Shawn looked down at the spent load, inhaling deeper and deeper, realizing his cock was still rock hard despite cumming, and his nipples were even harder. If anything, that realization was making his cock swell more rather than getting soft.

Shawn sat there for a moment, smelling his spunk, feeling it glisten on his skin. He gazed down at it, starting to wonder what girls might taste if they fed off of his mighty rod. Was it as salty as everyone said? Shawn reached down with one hand, the other still holding his body up. He ran a finger through the soft slime, collecting some before he brought it up to his nose and took a sniff.

Earthy, peaty, musky and spicy. He breathed in the aroma deep into his lungs, his eyes fluttering shut. It smelled so bad and so good at the same time. It was amazing, it was manly, it was his, and then the flavor blossomed across his tongue. Shawn's eyes snapped open in shock. He hadn't even meant to bring the finger to his mouth, but there it was, across his lips and against his tongue.

The flavor was robust, rich, and profound. It wasn't at all like any food he'd ever eaten. It was its own thing, and it was amazing. Shawn licked his finger clean, then swiped up another glob and sucked it clean too... His cock throbbed, his nipples ached and he moaned, getting more and more. But it wasn't enough. Shawn looked around before he crawled to the head of his bed, flipping around. Laying on his back, Shawn braced his feet on the headboard, using it to gain some altitude before he walked them up the wall.

The wrestler gazed up past his abs, his shapely legs, his large feet and his erect member. He worked his feet up higher, shifting his body weight to his shoulders and neck before he started bringing his legs back over himself.

After years of practice, it seemed that Shawn's wrestling was paying off. His contortions were second to none, and as he doubled himself over carefully, his cock moved to wobble and dangle above his mouth. Shawn stretched, straining his head up, his lips parting, his tongue sliding out of his lips.

His tongue managed to make it to the tip of his cock. He steadied it, trying to keep the pressure on as his lips worked up higher and higher until they felt the fat, firm, lightly curved tip of his own cock. Shawn moved his tongue to tease the urethra before he was rewarded by a sudden and unexpected blast of semen. It splattered across his lips and nose, dribbling down his chin.

Shawn panted in delight before he opened his mouth wide. One hand slipped up, stroking his cock, working it up and down furiously while the other moved to pinch and accost his own nipple. With barely any prompting, Shawn was rewarded by a hot and harty blast of seed right onto his tongue. He grunted and kept going, jacking off harder and faster, feeling the bed shake and groan under him as his cock began to really fire out its bounty.

He gulped at his seed, moaning and panting, knowing it was a good source of protein. Just like... Just like his brother's protein drinks? That couldn't be right. How could his cum taste like a protein drink. Was he drinking so much that it was filling his system? Shawn tried to think, but all the blood that wasn't rushing to his cock was pooling in his shoulders due to the unexpected position.

Shawn strained more, getting up to suck the head of his cock, gulping down his own cum, his heart racing and his chest heaving. Stretching so hard to reach his cock had resulted in some unexpected shifts to his physiology. Shawn's neck had stretched slightly, his spine had compacted, his ribs had pushed apart and altered, and his muscles were becoming stronger. His entire body was refining, trying to reach some new peak, and it was working.

Despite being so compact, each breath seemed to build Shawn's chest up higher, his pecs rounding and fattening up. His hips rounded, his ass cheeks firmed, his legs became stronger. Every part of him was growing stronger, and his body was supplementing the growth with new rushes of hormones. Shawn had never really had to shave all that much, but his cinnamon tone skin darkened along the cheeks as stubble began to blossom, spreading down from his ears to his jaw, advancing forward across the cheeks.

Shawn's mildly curly hair got longer, stretching out centimeter by centimeter, giving more volume to the mop he had on top. His pits grew new curls of hair, making Shawn think of when his brother had put him in a headlock, and without Shawn's knowledge, fuzz was growing out across the backs of his ears as they took on points. The wolf inside was stirring, struggling to break free - and the wrestler didn't even know it.

****

Gavin held the cool glass bottle of beer in his hand, his legs spread wide, his forearms braced on the arms of the old battered upholstery of the red recliner situated in one of the back rooms of the Auto Rex Repair shop. Levi had converted it into a living area, giving it flare and personality. It was a little longer than his dorm room had been, but no wider. There was a tiny bathroom and a small kitchenette that had been cobbled together.

Strings of Christmas lights had been strung up like spider webs across the ceiling, coming down in random angles as they zig zagged from point to point. The main light was a harsh fluorescent, but that had been left off in favor of the rainbow glow of the out-of-season lighting. It stirred a strange happiness in Gavin, and the multi-colored shards cast different hues across the maps and posters taped up to the walls.

Levi sat in a green chair next to Gavin, sipping his own beer, his coveralls zipped down to his collarbone. There were streaks of grease on his arms, as well as a few new scars. He smiled ear to ear, as he always had... but he looked so much more handsome to Gavin with that goatee and mohawk. He had become a man in his own right.

"It's a little weird to be chained down, but at the same time, there's something cool about it. I mean, I get to have roots, I get to put my money towards something." Levi said.

"And someone?" Gavin asked curiously. Levi shifted a bit and shrugged.

"Haven't met the right person I guess." Levi said. Gavin was still for a moment. He'd always respected how Levi kept the door open when it came to pronouns, but he wanted to kick the door even wider. Gavin took another sip of his beer, perhaps a mistake. It was most certainly an acquired taste and set off his wolf senses wondering if it was some kind of piss. Still, with his nerves steeled, he reached over, running his hand down the black tuft of hair hanging from Levi's chin. Levi's eyes widened at that.

"Maybe you did, and maybe he just had to figure out what kind of person he was." Gavin said. Levi grinned a bit more.

"Gav, I had no idea." Levi said with a soft grin.

"Neither did I, but now I do. I know what kind of man I am. I know what kind of man I want. Maybe I always knew. I was attracted to you, drawn to you, and I didn't even realize it. No, that's not true... I imagined it, once or twice. Maybe not the sex, but you... You reinventing me, shaping me in your image." Gavin growled, leaning closer, still holding Levi by his chin.

"Gav, you were an amazing guy all along, I never wanted to reinvent you." Levi replied. Gavin growled a little more, leaning in closer.

"All that time, I longed for you... But now I want you. I want you to be mine, I want you to be mine..." Gavin panted. Levi licked his lips a bit, a hand slipping out to rest on Gavin's crotch as an affirmation, though he was a bit surprised by what he felt there.

"Hey, you know what I always said, live life like the day will be your last." Levi said. Gavin snarled and leaned in to kiss Levi, springing from his chair, moving to straddle the mechanic. Levi grunted into the kiss, then moaned and gasped as the large man came down on him. In moments they were humping and grinding, Levi's cock going rock hard as he felt something even larger jabbing against him, rubbing, but too far away.

Gavin growled and snarled in the kiss, smelling Levi's unique scent; his natural musk had been twisted a bit with engine grease, his black hair and goatee as dark as oil. Gavin ran a hand along the side of Levi's head, feeling the stubble beyond the edges of his mohawk, then his pierced ears. Gavin grunted harder, then hissed as he felt Levi squirm to unzip his coveralls, revealing a tank top beneath.

There was a different thrill to this. Gavin wasn't just going to turn some stranger, to corrupt an innocent. This was someone he knew, someone he knew well... but the werewolf inside him was fickle. He was an alpha wolf, and Levi would serve him... Gavin broke the kiss and moved to kiss, suck, and bite Levi's neck. Levi threw his head back, grunting harder, managing to get his boxers down, then fumble with Gavin's shorts until the fly burst.

Feeling meat against meat, Levi rubbed their cocks together, wrapping his hand around them both, jerking them off as they went. He had been open to carnal pleasures from a variety of sources, but few had ever been this hot. Gavin was on fire, his skin was burning, and that heat was outstanding.

"You really did learn a thing or two in college." Levi said with a grin.

"You have no idea..." Gavin growled before he bore his fangs, his eyes shifting yellow, his ears pushing to points and his claws bursting from his fingers. Gavin came down, biting into Levi's neck. Levi gasped in shock, feeling pain and pleasure mix so suddenly. He tried to breathe but his lungs were spasming from the overwhelming stimulation.

Gavin reached down with a clawed hand as fur sprouted across the back of it, his arms growing furry as his face began to pop and snap. His mouth grew around the bite inflicted on Levi, his jaw extending, his nose tilting up as it grew moist, fur creeping up from the edges of his beard. Gavin slowly lifted one side of Levi's ass, pulling the cheek away from its partner before his achingly hard, very full, and now shifting manhood began to push at Levi's pucker.

The mechanic was frozen in confusion, but his fever was raging and his cock was harder than it ever had been. He moaned hard, then louder, then louder as the heat spread from the bite wound through his body. He felt his pucker quiver as it was tested, probed, and then invaded. Gavin started to thrust into him, pushing in an inch of cock, then three, then five. Levi's ass swallowed the coming spear of the werewolf as Gavin continued to grow.

Blue eyes flashed over at Gavin's body, seeing his rich brown skin coated over with dark brown fur, covering those hulking shoulders, those swelling biceps and triceps. Levi could see something stretching out behind Gavin, bulking wider and extending longer before it swung one way, then the other, his tail wagging as he speared into his friend.

The tang of blood on Gavin's lips was palpable. The iron flavor was unlike anything he'd ever tasted, but as he pulled his fangs out of the flesh, he lapped at the wound with his tongue. The thick, gooey saliva clung to the marks, filling them before the flesh began to knit back together. Little by little, the holes sealed up, leaving only faint pink discolorations in the otherwise pale skin.

With the bite given, Gavin grabbed Levi's hips, splaying his legs out wider, tipping him back in his chair. Gavin thrust another inch or two of cock into his ass before he pulled back, held, and then thrust again. Levi panted with each attack into his ass, feeling the pain ebb and fade from his neck as he now faced the werewolf directly. Levi's mind reeled, looking at the shifted form of his old friend.

Despite the fur, the pointed ears, and the fangs, Levi could still... see his friend, or at least the man his friend had become. His immense beard hung from his muzzle like a mane, the curve of his back showed an earnestness, a need, his physique was impeccable and somehow seemed so right for someone that lived with humility and conscience, granted now the form of a god... and that cock, like a pillar, rising up from sacred ground.

Levi thrashed and moaned, panting hard, eyes squeezed shut. The hot breaths passed over his teeth as they sharpened, softening only long enough to ooze longer, sharper, bigger and thicker before hardening quickly again. His pale, stretched ears began to grow on their own, the cartilage popping and snapping as it took on points, growing out from his head. His fingernails, darkened with grease, darkened further as they turned jet black, pressing out into points, thickening into claws.

Gavin kept fucking his friend even as he grew taller, wider, bigger. His werewolf was emerging fully, claiming a mate as his furry balls swung below his shaft. His feet snapped and contorted, growing longer, paw pads pushing out from beneath furry digits. Hot breath blasted out of Gavin's nostrils, his muzzle locked in a sneer of heat and bliss. He fucked so deep into Levi he could see his stomach distending with the presence of it.

Levi's fingers dug into the well worn chair, popping through the fabric. His entire body tingled, but it came most from his head and his chin. His short mohawk was growing wilder, stranger, longer and fuller as the hair extruded out from his skull, centimeter by centimeter. New hairs were sprouting across his scalp, but the mohawk had such a head start that it surged past everything.

Dark, soft stubble blossomed across Levi's cheeks, but likewise his goatee grew at a phenomenal rate, the hair dropping down into a longer and longer tuft from his chin as his face began to warp. His jaw popped audibly, then popped again. His lower jaw stuck out for a moment before his nose moved to keep up, his mouth extending into a muzzle. The stubble grew out thick enough to be fur, blending in around his cheeks, his eyes and across his nose.

Patches of fur pushed out across Levi's chest, stomach, arms and shoulders. His coveralls grew tighter and tighter until the fabric started to sprain. Seams popped, fabric tore, and patches of furry werewolf hide poked through the gaps. Levi snarled in delight, prompting a growl from his Alpha. Gavin's hand reached down, wrapping around Levi's member as it grew thicker and thicker, bloating out wider before it stretched longer as well.

With just a few jerks of his master's hand, Levi began to cum, spraying the last of his pearl colored human seed before his thicker yellowed werewolf spooge began to pump out. Levi's brain seared with the pleasures of being a werewolf, gazing up to the beast that had woken him to his new existence.

Even with his changes, even with awakening as a new creature, there was still a soulful admiration in Levi's eyes as he gazed at the truly magnificent beast Gavin had become. His confidence was as inspiring as his new body, and it was something that they now shared. Gavin was momentarily taken aback by that look of true respect superseded even the animal instincts, but he pulled back, his huge cock popping out of Levi's ass, dripping with seed.

Despite his profound respect, though, the creature in Levi was still an animal at heart. Seeing the Alpha's cock right there, throbbing and dripping - well, he couldn't leave a wolf hanging. Levi pushed out of his chair, dropped onto all fours and wrapped his fang filled muzzle around his Alpha's cock. Gavin grabbed onto Levi's head, guiding it down deep as he came harder, harder, and harder. Levi gulped down the cum, letting it nourish and refresh his changed body.

Gavin looked down at his old friend and now his loyal packmate. There was little doubt now that Levi would let him crash there if he needed somewhere to stay. Gavin tipped his head back and let out a deep howl that echoed into the night, basking in the euphoria of creating yet another werewolf, and finding something for himself that made him more than just a lone wolf.