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It was a bit of a fad, sure. They had those commercials with wolves and everything. The all-new Wolfhorn shower gel, guaranteed to bring out the beast in you. Everyone was sharing those ads on the Internet, which I suppose meant their campaign was successful. With extract from real wolves! I didn't know what extract that'd be, but according to the ads, girls would find it pretty attractive. Some kind of masculine musk. Plus, it was certified cruelty-free, which meant they weren't, at least, grinding wolves up for it. Probably just natural fur oils gathered while grooming them. You'd think that'd be expensive, but it wasn't. Maybe there was a plant named Wolf and that was what they were using. Wolfsbane? I had no idea.

The point was that everyone was all on board with that stuff, and now the deliveries had started to come through. I wasn't, sure, but my roommate was, and he'd ordered an entire box without even smelling it first. If it wasn't as good as expected I'd have to install an air purifier in my room or something. But those weren't allowed in college dorms. On the other hand, if it _was_as good as advertised, I wasn't above a bit of mooching. Maybe it'd finally get me a date.

Unlike Ben, though, I was a little more thoughtful about it. Sometimes I wondered how he'd even made it to college, being more or less a stereotypical jock. Probably scholarships or something, but I'd never bothered to ask. The point being that this stuff had a whole list of side effects, which_I_ had read and he hadn't. Might cause muscle growth, check. I hoped it'd be healthy muscle and not tumours. Common side effect of increased libido? Well, not like that'd make much of a difference for me, there was only so high it could go. Reddening of the skin in sensitive areas? Heightened sense of smell? What'd they even put in this stuff?

Then, below all those, it read, in huge blocky letters, "May cause excess of attention from the opposite sex." Somehow, I doubted it, but it was a neat bit of advertising. Maybe I'd steal a page from that book for my final project.

Interestingly, despite all the implicit promises of girls, all the advertisements only featured male wolves. Male cartoon werewolves, I mean, doing manly things like chopping down trees or drinking beer, which I guess were the manliest things they could think of. Wolves in the locker room, wolves changing tyres. Who even knew anymore. Everything had gotten so weird on the Internet since I first got online.

Anyhow, so when that box of gel finally arrived, my roommate was at a lecture, which meant I was the one signing for it. And that meant I was also the first to get to examine it. The bottles were nicely designed, at least, like some sort of fantasy potions, the top narrow and widening into a bulb at the base. A rubbery bulb you could squeeze to get the rest of the stuff out, which was a neat little feature.

Well, I wasn't going to try it before he did either way. I put the bottle back in the box and went back to my studies until Ben returned.

When he did, he seemed entirely too excited about the shower gel. It reminded me of that smartphone launch a few years ago, and how people would get extremely excited about owning the newest popular thing, to the point they bought them all out. At least shower gel was easier to manufacture. Well, barring "wolf extracts", maybe.

So of course, what he did was grab one of the bottles and head straight for the shower, despite the fact that he'd be doing his football practice later. At this rate the only people he'd end up charming with his amazing primal scent would be other males, because that's what everyone on the football team was. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but I was pretty sure he wasn't gay. Neither was I, for that matter.

Then again, why not just let him be excited about it? Some thirty minutes later, he got out of the shower and quickly left, leaving a scent-trail behind himself and rushing out of the door for that practice, leaving me to my studies. It did smell pretty nice, though. A kind of earthy, spicy scent that tingled in my nostrils, and it did have a very masculine note to it. Hard to really put my finger on, but it conjured images of an alpha wolf leading his pack on a hunt for prey. Something like that. Though I was pretty sure they disproved the idea of alpha wolves a long time ago.

I shrugged, entirely to myself. Might as well have a shower, right? It wasn't as if I was going to do much physical activity today.

So, I got in the shower in turn, the pleasing scent of the gel still hanging thick in the air, and turned the hot water on. Pros of living in a dorm included basically endless hot water. I'd definitely miss that when it was time to move again. The steam always did wonders for my sinuses. I slathered myself with the shower gel - which was white, despite the red bottle - and noticed that it tingled on my skin just as it did in my nostrils. It felt good, though, with a silky smooth consistency barring for the occasional glob. Probably those wolf extracts not getting properly mixed in with how much they must've been rushing production.

Still, despite feeling great, even revitalized by the time I was towelling myself off, I just couldn't get that excited about it. It was shower gel, you know? Most of that energy was probably from having the shower itself, rather than anything to do with what was basically liquid soap.

And so I returned to my studies with newfound focus. I wondered how Ben's football practice was going. I bet their locker room smelled fantastic if everyone was on board with this stuff. I couldn't deny the appeal of that, all those naked, freshly worked out men - huh. Aesthetic appreciation, I guess. Still, I imagined that at least a few team members gave each other blowjobs in there.

I shook my head. Sometimes my thoughts went to all kinds of weird places. Usually not gay, sexual ones though. But it happened to everyone.

I could still feel my skin tingling after the shower. I wondered if I might be allergic to something in it. Allergic to wolves? It's not like it had any real wolves in it. I guessed it must've been menthol or something. It wasn't a bad kind of tingling, either way. Actually, it was pretty pleasant. I felt kind of fuzzy, like I could've really gone for a massage. Maybe it was just tiredness, but it kept pulling my thoughts away from my studies, and after half an hour of struggling to focus, I decided to move over to the TV room - it was too small to be a living room - and slouched on the couch to watch whatever was on.

Unsurprisingly, I was greeted with more commercials for Wolfhorn. They must've had at least a dozen different ones - each targeting a different demographic - and they were airing several times on each commercial break. It was kind of silly. But then again, it'd worked on my roommate. And several million others.

This one had the CEO, Adam, speaking about it, rather than cartoon wolves frolicking or teenagers getting swarmed by lusty girls. He looked a little twitchy, but alert, and I couldn't deny that he was a pretty charismatic man. Long locks of golden-brown hair made him look very different from the average balding businessman, and he had a way with words, no doubt crafted for him by very well-paid speechwriters.

"...will be donating half of all proceeds to wolf conservation charities. We have to, after all, look out for our four-legged brothers and sisters out there..."

Well, it was a good cause. He sounded a little too enthusiastic about it, though. I wondered if it'd sell.

"...so join the pack today and help us fight back!"

I'd heard about companies trying too hard, and this would've certainly qualified if he didn't sound so damn genuine about it. It was almost enough to make me want to order some for myself. Although, the rational part of my mind reminded me, why not just donate directly to charities, in that case?

Absentmindedly, I scratched my neck, and almost startled myself when I realized I was starting to get kind of hairy. Not the bad, coarse kind of hairy, but a soft kind of almost-fur. Had I always had that? Huh, the shower gel did warn about excessive hair growth, though that didn't seem too bad to me. Still, I didn't exactly want to be a test subject if that was what was happening.

I pulled my shirt off, and realized that my arm hair had grown out quite a bit. A twinge of anxiety shot through me when I realized I'd have to see a doctor about it. It didn't feel bad, and if anything, the skin beneath seemed healthier than ever, but surely this couldn't mean anything good in the long run. So much for clinically tested and safe. Everywhere the gel had touched was covered in a thin, soft layer of hair.

With some trepidation, I went to look at myself in the mirror. It didn't look bad at all - I'd never thought of myself a hairy, masculine type, but if this hirsute look wasn't harmful I might even decide to keep it.

I heard the front door open as Ben returned, and he rushed in, excited. I didn't even have time to put my shirt on before he was already there.

"Oh man you look great, I noticed I'd gotten all hairy and I wondered-" he started. "Oh, uh, you should probably get dressed."

"Yeah, and you should probably have a shower," I grumbled. He smelled rather ripe after long hours of practice, especially with that fur to trap all the sweat. "Just don't use that gel. I mean, this can't possibly be good, right?" I suggested, gesturing towards my torso just before I pulled my shirt over my head.

"I dunno, I like being all hairy. The girls love it," he laughed. "Plus if it actually does that, maybe it'll do the muscle growth too? Man, I'm going to have a whole pack of ladies trying to jump me."

He wasn't actually _that_stupid, but working out always got him all giddy, and he did enjoy playing up the whole jock thing. As if we were still in high school. Then again, who was I to speak, spending most of my free time online, reading forums and whatever? Just like in high school.

"Well, if you want to risk getting a dozen novel and exciting tumours, I guess. At least the med students will enjoy it," I shrugged. "Just think of the sexy nurses?"

"Way ahead of you," he grinned, before disappearing into the bathroom.

I turned the music up and tried not to think about him masturbating in there. I definitely wasn't as eager to try another round of it, I figured, absentmindedly brushing the new fur on my arm. It had to be a hormonal thing, right? Maybe he'd grow tits.

Despite the music and the running water I could hear him grunting and groaning in the shower. Couldn't wait to live alone. It was almost a relief when yet another Wolfhorn advertisement interrupt the music.

"Are you tired of the modern rat race? Reclaim a piece of the wild with Wolfthorn," it stated, words accompanied by the sound of wolves howling. Gods, they were definitely hitting _all_the target audiences. It almost felt like there must've been a motivation beyond just profit for how _insanely hard_they went for it.

May cause excessive hair growth (the girls love it) muscle growth, headaches, aches...

The list of side effects was longer than short ad itself.

...trouble sleeping, somnolence, incidental same-sex attraction...

Wait, what was that last thing_?_ That shouldn't be a thing. Hair growth was one thing, but something like that definitely meant something was seriously wrong with the stuff. I rushed to the bathroom door and banged on it, trying to catch Ben's attention before he'd exposed himself to yet another helping of that damn shower gel. He didn't answer.

At that point I was so worked up that I decided to go for a walk to calm my nerves. Maybe all the side effects were exceedingly rare, and we'd been extremely unlucky to get even the one we got? Yeah, that had to be it. Outside, the world was as always; cars passing in the setting sun, people going about their lives. What were the chances that we'd get any more of them? Basically none. I did tend to get too anxious about the minor issues. Ben wasn't dumb, he'd stop using the gel if he got anything more serious. And I'd personally just avoid using it.

Things would be okay. I was worrying about nothing.

When I returned home, Ben had finished his shower and retreated to his room. Given that I didn't hear him screaming in pain over his skin falling off or something, it was probably alright. I had just settled down when he came over again, knocking on my door.

"Yo, I'm really stiff after the workout today, mind rubbing my shoulders for a bit?" he asked. "I'll make dinner If you do that, or I guess return the favour."

I dreaded the very idea of him making dinner, which would mean spaghetti, hotdogs and ketchup again. But I was feeling pretty tense myself, although more from anxiety than from working out. A massage would be nice. I just hoped it wouldn't hurt with all the extra fluff growing on my shoulders.

So he sat down and I got up and began to knead on his shoulders, using some of the massage oil we had. At least that wasn't going to cause any bizarre effects, beyond it probably being a bit annoying to wash out of "fur". It didn't look that bad, anyway. Him and I both looked pretty much like average hairy men at this point, just softer.

Well, softer when it came to the hair. His muscles were basically all knots, incredibly stiff to the point my fingers would get sore trying to loose him up. How'd he even get this stiff? I guess throwing a ball around all day took its toll. As I rubbed, he couldn't help but groan, slowly managing to relax. I knew quite a few people around the campus who were too afraid of being gay to even touch another man like this, but that, at least, wasn't a worry I'd ever had. Massages were entirely nonsexual even if they felt good.

Soon enough it was my turn, and we switched places. Ben's hands were pretty rough, but warm, and I was much smaller than him, so it was much easier for him to get at all the sore, stiff spots. Soon enough I was limply slouched against the back of the chair, letting him take me to that little slice of heaven.

I heard him uncork the oil and it almost made me shiver. I guess the gel had left my skin a little more sensitive, too, because while the shoulder-rubs always felt good, I didn't remember them feeling quite this fantastic, all tension just _melting_out of me when I felt him pour the warm oil onto my shoulders and then rub it in, a tingling sensation radiating into my spine and skull.

"So, Mark, have you ever, like..." he spoke, even as he continued kneading. "Thought about other men? In like, a sexual way?"

Christ, what an odd question to just spring like that. It entirely took me out of the moment, and I sighed in response.

"Nope. And since you're asking, I'd imagine you have," I grumbled. I meant it as an insult, we teased each other about being gay now and then, especially since the whole sports thing seemed extremely homoerotic to me.

"I mean, no... I haven't, except..." he leaned in uncomfortably close to me and sniffed at my neck. What even was any of this? I was already feeling myself tense up again, but for fuck's sake, I'd been enjoying It until then. "I dunno, just earlier I realized how hot you are... and you smell great."

Okay, way outside of my comfort zone there. I was about to get up and walk away, but he pushed me back into the seat, his wet hands slipping under my shirt through the collar and rubbing at my chest, now. It still felt good, but I very strictly _wasn't_into males, especially ones as attractive as him. And then it dawned on me, it had to be the fucking gel.

"I told you to not use that damn shower gel," I said, angrily. "Let go of me, right now, I'm not into this."

"Well, I wasn't either, but I just couldn't stop thinking about you after that last shower, you know. How nice it'd feel to just be all gay with you," he continued. The tingling feeling was getting stronger, and then I felt his very obvious bulge press against my back, sending a shiver of excitement shooting through me. Wait, why the fuck was I starting to fantasize of how his beautiful, throbbing cock might look if I just unzipped his-

"And I know the gel did it, so maybe it'll do it for you too? Fuck, I really want you," he whispered, hoarsely, right into my ear.

Oh, fuck. He was smearing that on me, not oil. In a sudden panicked surge, I managed to force my way up and dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me before he could react. I could practically feel it melting into my skin, and I could've sworn that strange fur was getting _thicker._I tore my clothes off and jumped into the shower, letting the shower rinse it off it. But my skin felt so sensitive that the warm water hitting it made me moan out loud. God.

I looked down at myself, my cock standing at full mast, traitorous. I tried not to think of anything sexy, being afraid that it'd be other men that appeared in my fantasies. Or wolves, who knew what this stuff doing to my mind? Yeah, like those werewolves in the commercials. I remembered them not wearing much but loincloths. The commercials were a bit risqué, weren't they? As much as they could be and still air on television, anyway.

Nope. I drew the line at thinking about werewolf sex and looked around in the bathroom, noticing a stack of magazines on the washing machine instead. Ben must've left them there. Gay stuff, it seemed, given the suggestively posing man on the front cover. When had he even bought those? He'd only just used the gel the second time, and unless he rushed out to the store right after buying them - he must've owned them previously.

Phew, so it wasn't the stupid shower gel after all. I had thought it seemed a little unlikely. Heh. There was something fishy about it, that much was obvious, but at least I didn't have to worry about it doing something like that. And Ben was gay. But he was still himself, at least! It didn't bother me, I'd just have to explain to him that it wasn't my thing.

I glanced at the magazines again. I don't know what drove me to pick one up after drying my hands, but I did anyway. Curiosity, maybe. I didn't know what gay people were into, other than... each other. The same kind of porn as anyone, I had to imagine.

I flipped through a few pages. It was pretty much what I expected. Kind of hot, if only because of the raw sexuality itself, more than anyone's gender. Cocks are kind of beautiful, when you think about it, and this magazine had a lot of them, from limp and relaxed to as erect as mine, pearling with precum. I felt a tingle of arousal in my own. That wasn't so bad, right? I'd probably have felt like that before too, curiosity was only natural. Of course, on the next page was an ad for Wolfhorn, only far more explicit this time, with one werewolf mounting the other and biting his neck.

"For those nights when you just want to let the animal out. Wolfhorn."

Like I said, broad marketing, hitting every single demographic. It'd surely be recorded as the most expensive marketing campaign in all of history, to the point I couldn't see how it'd even be profitable. Maybe it was some billionaire's vanity project. Like that guy who'd tried to run for president, except this one was actually working. Too much money does strange things to you.

The next page had a close-up shot of someone who'd just gotten fucked, a fresh rivulet of cum leaking from their puffy ass. I wondered what that felt like, having another male pump their cum into you like that. The girls seemed to enjoy it, but somehow, it was just naughtier as a man. The other pictures showed blissful expressions, the models barely looking aware of where they were. I felt my shaft throb at the fantasy, unwanted as it was. Then again, I'd never really looked at other males sexually before. Maybe this was who I was?

I hesitated only a moment as I wrapped my hand around my engorged shaft and gave it a soft tug, pulling my foreskin over the glans. Sheesh, I was wet, precum smearing over the purple crown and leaving in glistening. How was this turning me on so much? I was torn between the logical - this just being something I'd not really explored before - and wanting to blame the damn shower gel for it. The latter was irrational, but I'd never thought of men sexually before, and now, looking at them all in lusty positions, eagerly offering themselves to breed or be bred, I was almost drooling with arousal.

And to think that Ben was right in the next room, with a cock just like them. My breath hitched as I gave my cock another tug, admiring how it looked with the foreskin stretched taut like that and my arousal drooling from the tip. Soon enough I was pumping my shaft eagerly, clenching my jaws to keep from moaning, imagining myself as each of the males in the pictures, but on top and on the bottom, my mouth and ass both filled with thick, warm cum as we rutted, in my mind's eye, like simple beasts. Growling, thrusting, biting, and clawing with feverish animal need, ears folded and tails lashing back and forth wildly.

Tails...? I didn't really have time to logically think about my fantasies, not when the pressure grew beyond the point of no return, then a brief moment of it intensifying to the point it made me tear up. And then, I came, huffing and grunting as my seed splattered out in thick, pearly ropes, hips bucking, thrusting deep into that imagined pucker clenching around it.

With that mess made, I suddenly felt terrible as the spurts ebbed into a slow ooze, running down my shaft and over my fingers. I'd just masturbated to gay porn and I felt more than a little weird about it. Thank god I hadn't decided to play with Ben or anything. I quickly wiped it all off the sink and floor with some toilet paper and flushed it down, rinsing my face with some cold water so I'd look a little less flushed.

Luckily, my roommate was still in his own room, his chair creaking. Probably masturbating again, god. Still, I couldn't bring myself to care that much. Not with how tired and drained that massive orgasm had left me feeling. So instead, I curled up in bed, wrapping the blankets around my new fuzz-covered body, and drifted off to sleep without even remembering to brush my teeth.

I didn't notice when I passed the threshold of dreams. You never do, really. But I was suddenly a wolf, knowing nothing of my past human life, running wild on all fours, a coppery taste in my panting mouth as my pack chased a moose through the cold winter night.

Except we weren't wolves. Only almost. Half wolf, half man. As we took the moose down, the taste of blood felt real between my teeth. I must've bit my tongue while I was asleep, because it remained for a good while after waking up, too, even though there wasn't any pain. The dream didn't end there, either.

Once we'd filled our bellies, the happiness and satisfaction began to show in engorged shafts, knotted red cocks slipping free of their sheaths, our wolf bodies running so hot that even the cold didn't deter us. I was hard, too, just like the others. Just a half-wolf, controlled by my instincts. I hadn't realized the pack was all male until then, but the musk made it abundantly clear, filling my nostrils with promises of animalistic bliss, making my tail hike up with a mind of its own.

My body was displaying every need I had, looking for the first one to take me up on that offer, either by raising their tail or proudly showing their cock, showing that they wanted to rut me instead. Either way I'd soon be howling out in bliss, just like those of the pack who were already tightly pressed together, on each other's backs, feverishly hammering into each other, strong paws clutched against equally strong bodies.

The alpha's attention fell on me and he approached with a low, meaningful growl. I didn't need any further convincing. I sunk my chest against the snow, presenting my rump for his use. The cold air against that bare ring of flesh made me shiver as he got closer, lusty and eager to help me fight off the biting chill. And he did, jumping onto my back, pressing my face into the snow as he mounted me, claws digging into my waist. We howled in unison as he sunk into me, with no hesitation. Stretching me, claiming me, pounding his burning hot length into me like a common animal.

It wasn't long before his knot sunk into me, tying us together, his teeth latching into my scruff and then a burst of wet, wonderful warmth in my core. My alpha was seeding me, and I convulsed beneath him, my own cum splattering onto the cold ground below, steaming briefly. But I'd have more to give, and I'd give it to him once his cock slipped out of my well-bred body. He'd always do that, sharing his dominance with each of us in turn after reminding us of our places, wanting us to offer ourselves in turn, each of us full of the essence of the other. Warm, oozing, musky.

The dream faded into daylight, and then shattered into addled wakefulness as I began to grow aware that my alarm was going off, and probably had for some time, leaving me confused and painfully aroused, fragments of that nightly adventure swirling through my mind in the hypnagogic state.

I also realized that I was going to be late for my classes, so I pulled my clothes on and ran out of the door, still dizzy, without even managing to have breakfast. That dream had seemingly kept me under even through the alarm. Maybe that's why the wolves had been howling so much towards the end. Sheesh, I could almost feel the werewolf's cock plunging into me, still. I adjusted my jeans as I walked to hide an erection that hadn't gone down since I woke up. Not that there was anyone here to see it, the campus seemed almost totally empty. I guess everyone was already at their classes.

When I arrived at the doors to the university building itself, though, I found them locked. As if they'd never been opened at all. I looked at my phone. It should've started, but I couldn't see anyone inside either, and the lights were off. Was I still dreaming? It felt like it, as if the world had ended overnight and I hadn't been made aware.

I checked the news, and my heart skipped a beat, or several, as I read the headline.

"Wolf attacks reported throughout the country," it read, and then continued below. "Cases appear tied to usage of Wolfhorn shower gel. Citizens are recommended to stay indoors and immediately discontinue use of any products from said company. CEO admits culpability and intent. This article is being updated."

The last time it'd been updated was two hours ago.

Below it, there was another one. "Special public service announcement from Adam Varg, CEO of Wolfhorn." It sounded like an advertisement, but checking other websites, it'd been posted across all of them. What on earth was going on?

I rushed back to our dorms, encountering absolutely no one, reading the second article as I jogged. "We would like to welcome a new age of humanity, one of returning to nature and becoming something more..."

I skipped through most of it. I didn't have time to read an entire creed. "...we recommend submitting to the first werewolf you see, or alternatively, washing yourself with Wolfhorn Gel as many as three times for the transformation to occur..."

God, it sounded like the plot to the worst Z-tier movie on earth. And yet, at the very end, there was a picture of a werewolf, bright red shaft eagerly poking out of its sheath. A surge of submissive feelings shot through me, a desire to worship it, to submit to the beautiful beast. He reminded me of the alpha wolf I'd encountered in my dreams. But he couldn't possibly be real. Werewolves didn't exist, and there was no way that a shower gel of all things could transform people like that.

Yet, the soft, black fur on my arms and body - longer than it'd been yesterday - hinted at a truth I didn't want to confront. I almost tore our door off its hinges when I dashed inside, realizing that I had to stop Ben from using the gel again, even if it meant distracting him with my mouth or ass, absolutely anything to-

I found him hunched over, steadying himself against a kitchen counter, still smelling of that by now familiar spicy, musky fragrance. He was naked already, his cock red-raw from last night's masturbation, bobbing in the open air.

"Did you read the news?" I asked. "Seriously, we have to get out of the city. It's that shower gel, it's turning people into-"

I paused for a moment. Even saying it felt wrong, because I knew it wasn't possible. The words were hard to get out, feeling jagged and threatening to get stuck in my throat. "-into werewolves."

Even if it wasn't true, we had to act based on the available information. It was doing something, something serious enough to apparently knock out news broadcasts.

"Mnyeah, but... I'm so fucking horny," he grunted in response. I could still hear my alarm clock in the background, looping what sounded like an emergency broadcast. "Did... did it work?" he continued, turning to face me, his cock pointing right towards me. "The shower gel, are you... god, I want you so bad."

His voice lowered to what could only be described as a growl towards the end. Despite the panicked thoughts running through my head, my mouth suddenly felt dry, my eyes fixating on that cock in front of me. All I'd have to do was to kneel and I could be just like the men in those magazines, slurping on another's cock with passionate abandon, until it twitched and throbbed in my mouth and pumped a thick, warm load of semen down my throat.

"...no, I'm not, gay," I replied, despite feeling my own cock strain against my pants again. "We should go, get out of here, maybe head to your parents or mine," I continued.

He stepped closer. I could've sworn I saw a downright predatory glint in his eyes, that musky scent filling my nostrils. I couldn't move, paralyzed like a deer in the headlights, or a virgin about to finally be touched. He sniffed the air around us, like an animal might. Suddenly he seemed much more alert, much more present.

"You sure? Just think about how good it'd feel to have a cock between your lips, mm? I've been fantasizing of it for hours now," he grinned. "Feeling all hot and firm, letting you pleasure it all you want."

I did want it. Desperately so, animal urges welling up inside me. His hand brushed over my bulge and squeezed it, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He stepped closer still with a grin on his face. I could smell the shower gel on him, along with a hint of something more primal, just under the surface.

"Look at how hard you are," he taunted. "Just admit it. You want my cock."

His other hand pushed down my shoulder, and I obeyed without must resistance, my knees feeling too weak to support my weight. The musky scent grew stronger as I came face to face with his cock, watching it throb, oozing precum just like mine had, earlier. His balls hung heavy underneath, ready and willing to spurt out their potent cargo.

Yeah, I wanted it.

With a quiet moan, I rubbed my face against his cock, letting the precum smear over my cheek, my breathing growing more rapid. Both of his hands were on my head now, guiding me. I felt his heat radiating from that pillar of masculinity, against my lips. I pursed them, and let him move my head until they smooched those swollen glans wetly, readily parting and yielding to let it slip into my mouth. Another man's cock, in my mouth. I was sucking a cock. The thought almost made me cream my pants right then and there. I could feel wetness spreading where my cock was tenting my pants, no longer even remotely hidden.

"Doesn't that feel great, Mark? When you slept I went out and sucked someone too," he bragged. God, I imagined him in some grimy alleyway, doing what I was doing. "Gonna feel even with that cum sliding down your throat, rrrh..."

His hips bucked. It felt as if his cock was getting hotter by the minute, the shaft of it an angry red color, as if it was absolutely engorged with blood. I felt something hot splash against the back of my throat as he twitched again, barely suppressing the urge to cough and option to instead swallow. It took me a moment to realize it was precum, but I'd never squirted it like that. God was it hot though. I licked along the underside, that spot I knew would be extra sensitive, and was rewarded by another wet squirt of it, happily drinking it down. I didn't care anymore, I just wanted more, swirling my tongue around the glans.

And then he began to thrust, inch after inch of hot cockmeat slipping through my tightly pursed lips. My jaws ached, I hadn't realized just how thick he was, but there was nothing I could - or wanted to - do. Not with his fingers digging into my scalp and holding me in place as his hips rocked over and over again as he panted, growled, trembled, and quivered.

It felt like heaven, for a brief moment or two. All I wanted was more, I wanted to taste his cum all over my tongue, and then I wanted to swallow it. Who could even care about if it was gay or not? I mean, it was, very gay, but any sense of _wrongness_was so far in the past that I couldn't even remember when I'd passed it

Then that feeling quickly turned into a terrible anxiety again when I realized that the base of Ben's cock was swelling, far brighter red than a human cock could ever be. I hadn't realized what was happening until then, and neither had he. Suddenly his legs buckled, cock slipping from my mouth and slinging saliva and precum across my face. I could see it now; a canine - no, lupine - cock, still wet with my own drool.

As I watched, Ben stumbled backwards, groaning in what seemed like pain, the fur having grown longer everywhere on his body, leaving him looking like the wolfman in the movies. But the changes didn't stop. There was a crack, and then several more in quick succession, as he collapsed onto his back, and his legs changed, bones shattering only to knit themselves together again in bestial configurations before he could even bruise. I stared, as if hypnotized, at that unnatural transformation. His heels rose, just like a dog's paws, pads swelling and blackening from his soles.

He howled out, but it was a pained, human sound yet, as the changes swept upward, new nipples forming on his stomach before quickly being hidden again under a growing, black pelt, and he rolled over, trembling, to let a tail protrude from the end of his spine.

I should've ran away, but I couldn't. There was a primordial, fearful quality to what I was witnessing, something that shouldn't be possible but yet was happening right in front of my eyes, offending my very senses somehow. He thrashed around on the floor, claws bursting from his fingertips only to quickly slash through the drywall and dig into the floorboards in convulsive, involuntary movements. He grew, too, as if being stretched out and then _broadened_by the hands of an unseen sculptor, muscles swelling and shoulders crackling as the changes mercilessly continued upwards.

And throughout the whole thing, perhaps the most unnatural thing, his erection never faltered. Instead, the knot at the base swelled fully, and it twitched again, glistening precum landing on his black fur. It wasn't long before those pained groans turned into ones I could only assume were pleasure, the musky scent in the air growing so heavy that it made my eyes water. His hips were bucking upwards as if mating with a ghost as the quaking transformation covered his neck and then enveloped his head entirely.

Even as he moaned, his human teeth clattered onto the floor, forced out by sharp fangs growing in, bloodlessly, and seemingly without any pain this time.

He seemed to be in ecstasy, in stark contrast from the apparent agony only moments ago. What was I supposed to do? Fragments of my dream last night surfaced in my mind again. I could be just like him. All it'd take was... I didn't know if real werewolves were infectious. But the shower gel was still there, in the bathroom. I could pour it all over myself and... just embrace it. Ben and I could rut each other like animals, no longer having to worry about anything but our next meal.

The proud wolfcock jutting out from his newly formed sheath did look more beautiful by the second. I wondered if it felt good, too.

I wasn't so far gone that I'd willingly turn into a beast like that. But staring at his desperate struggle for relief, that beautiful crimson shaft leaving a trail of precum everywhere it touched had my mouth watering. I'd already had my first taste of cock. What harm could another do?

His ears swivelled towards me as he heard me approach, but he was still helpless in the throes of that transformation. I crawled close to him, breathing in his musk and letting it overwhelm my senses, burying my nose against his scruffy sheath. It drew another guttural growl from him, and once again his hips bucked.

Surely it wouldn't make any sense for werewolves to be infectious like in the movies, right?

I clasped my hand around the very base, below and around his thick knot, marvelling at how it was both incredibly firm and yet soft enough to feel good against my palm. I admired that tool, sliding my fingertips down the veiny girth of it. It felt much slicker and hotter than a human cock, and the tip was tapered now, occasionally leaking more of his arousal as he throbbed in my palm. He was already humping into my hands, and I could hear him panting and growling.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around that tip, letting the next spurt of precum cover my tongue. God, I was so hard there must've been a visibly damp patch in my jeans. I fumbled with my belt, only barely managing to unbuckle it to let my aching cock spring free.

What was I even doing, nursing on a goddamn werewolf's cock before he'd even finished transforming? And why was it turning me on so much? I let him slip deeper into my mouth. With each breath I took I felt tinglier and warmer, less worried about anything but letting him rut my mouth for relief. It wouldn't be long, with the throbbing growing more and more frequent, heavier, his knot smacking against my lips. It'd never fit inside, but it felt wonderful just like that, like bestial kisses thanking me for letting him use my mouth.

Suddenly his hands wrapped around my head, holding me in place as he thrust into my very throat, howling again, sounding more animal than human now. I felt his heavy sack tighten as his cock lurched against my tongue, swelling even bigger. Then in one heavy throb his seed burst forth into my mouth, so plentiful that I could barely swallow, much of it spilling through the tight seal of my lips. It was much more watery, much more musky than human cum, and much hotter. And it kept coming, and I kept drinking down all that he offered.

Yet before his climax had even ebbed, I felt something cold and wet pour over my head, shoulder, and down my back. The wolf that'd been Ben had torn open another bottle of the shower gel and let it spill all over me. I didn't care anymore. If it meant I'd grow a beautiful cock like him, if we could be part of the same pack, I wanted it. He rubbed it into my scalp and every part he could reach, firmly, warmly, almost affectionately, and left it there to seep into my skin rather than rinsing it off.

Finally, his shaft slipped out of my mouth as it began to soften, and I gasped for air, the taste of wolfcum covering every inch of my mouth, leaving it tingling. My skin tingled, too, and with so much of gel poured over me, it wasn't long before that sensation grew to an itchy burn. The wolf helpfully tore my shirt off, his razor claws easily cutting through all fabric, just as they'd gouged in the drywall and even wood earlier. He crouched down to do the same to my jeans, letting the ruined clothes fall off, squeezing what remained of the shower gel over my groin and legs.

I felt dazed and strange. The burning sensation was starting to get painful, but I let it continue until it felt as if my body was on fire. Especially my groin. I'd never managed to orgasm, so my balls ached too, almost_churning_ with a need to spill my seed. My gaze fell downwards and I gasped, seeing my cock slowly shifting towards an angry, crimson red. Just like Ben's. Just like those wolves in my dreams. I had to touch it, my hand wrapping around the changing length, feeling it grow hotter and hotter. More sensitive, more slick to the touch as my foreskin retreated down and bunched up into a sheath at the very base. There was an odd pinching sensation and the head slowly tapered into a canine point. I was trembling with excitement, watching it swell further with every heartbeat, feeling a swelling at the base as well. The need to thrust into something and feel it squeeze around me was overwhelming.

Then the storm finally came. Suddenly my back seized, painfully so, and I fell over, just like my roommate had earlier, groaning in agony. I didn't have any time to prepare for it, and so the sudden snapping along my spine was nearly hellish, nerves themselves tearing only to immediately reform, my body alternating between numb and paralyzed, and painful. Unlike him, that pressure first erupted from my tailbone, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew a new tail was forming, a completely alien limb that somehow felt perfectly natural, already wagging.

The instinct to hump something was tightening around my mind like a vice, and just like Ben, I couldn't resist it, my hips bucking as I writhed in pain, a strangely animalistic growl spilling from my mouth. I was only vaguely aware of fur - my fur - growing out, each hair accompanied by a pinprick sensation. With the overdose of gel my changes were faster, and I barely had time to register all of them. A searing burn around my fingertips as claws pushed out my human nails. My legs feeling like they'd been submerged in molten metal as they were remade, into the digitigrade form I'd have from now on. There was a final jolt of agony that made my eyes water at the back of my skull, and from that point on, only pleasure as the transformation took hold of my very mind, reshaping my skull along with it.

I was panting the moment my muzzle had finished stretching out, and suddenly everything was brighter, if a little less colourful. I saw my nose twitching and a world of new scents opened up to me, most of them masculine ones. I could smell the precum leaking from my wonderful new maleness, and how it smelled different to that of my packmate's. I could smell every kind of food in the kitchen, the hidden notes of wolf-seed in the shower gel, gods, too many different scents to even describe. But one in particular stood out to me, the wafting musk of another male in rut. My eyes followed that scent to its source; my muscular packmate, already waiting with his rump raised high, letting me see his need in the form of that bare, inviting ring of muscle under his tail.

I throbbed in response, and knew I was matting my bellyfur with precum like a horny animal. Each gush of it felt like a tiny orgasm, but I needed more.

The moment I managed to get up on my feet, I pounced on him, all but enslaved by those urges now. I landed on his back and dug my claws around his waist, and he growled with approval, accepting me as his mate. As his superior, even. Maybe that's why he'd used so much of the gel. But I didn't care either way. Every inch of sinew and muscle on my new bestial form was burning with lusty energy needing to be let out. My hips never stopped moving as I thrust blindly against him, jabbing what felt like every spot under his tail before, finally, my tapered shaft found its mark and roughly spread him open.

He yelped, and I bit down around his scruffy neck to quiet him down. It all came so instinctively. He was dry, at first, but his body quickly milked enough precum out of me that the rutting grew slick, ecstatic even, as I feverishly pounded into him. I was panting and drooling against his neck, grumbling and growling as I took him, working my way towards marking him as mine.

Suddenly, I was stuck to him, crotch flush against his freely offered ass, and the pressure grew to an unbearable level. I had tied with him, and my knot had swelled up, ensuring that every drop of my seed would end up inside him. My haunches still flexed as I tugged and pushed, rapid short strokes to bring me the rest of the way. His tailhole began to clench behind my knot, in quick rhythmic spasms, and the smell of his cum filled my sensitive nose. That was all it took for me to reach my peak, as well.

A triumphant howl of pleasure erupted from deep within my lungs as my cock slammed as deep into his body as it could, and then white-hot ecstasy scorched through my body, claws leaving unmistakable marks on his body as I seeded him, marked him, barely aware of anything but that warm wetness around my throbbing cock, filling him with watery spurts of cum that never seemed to stop coming. My first orgasm as a wolf. I embraced every moment of it. I couldn't do much else.

Finally, the spasms did ebb, and without thinking about it, I turned around, falling onto all fours and standing there, ass to ass, with my freshly bred mate. I could barely remember who I'd been before. It'd all come back to me in the end, but as faded memories, as the remaining human side of me recovered from the initial shock.

We'd find others. We'd expand our pack. Neither of us had to say a word, the understanding perfectly mutual. I might've been his alpha, but we both had to find the wolf who'd shared his wonderful blessing with us, wherever he might be. But there were so many scents to follow along the way, so many primal needs to follow. One day, we'd find him. But until then, we had each other, and soon whoever else we managed to claim.

The city around us was quiet but for the howls of other wolves. Still. And the moment I could tug myself free, we'd explore every inch of our new territory.