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"You really are going to turn me into a werewolf?"

Mark scoffed at James' question as the pair made their way down to the basement of a dinky coffee shop.

"Once again," Mark said with a slight sneer only James could tell "a lycanthrope. Not a werewolf"

James just chuckled in return; he didn't mind his boyfriend's teasing; he did the same. "Is there a difference?"

"Subtle differences."

"Mmmhmm... and I wouldn't know them?"

James continued to follow his more somber partner, who led them down a creaking flight of stairs.

Looking at the person in front of him, he thought how the two of them were an unlikely pair.

James was tall, had tanned skin with scruffy brown hair and a stubble, and a well-built physique as expected of a respected athlete who just began university on a sports scholarship.

Despite being slightly taller, Mark was thinner and looked meek compared to James. His skin was pale, having rarely seen the sun. He was clean-shaven with short blonde hair. Unlike James, Mark was studious and an academic. It was why despite being a year younger than James; he was already a sophomore at just 19.

Despite their differences, the two were longtime friends, having started their friendship over their mutual love of werewolves. The friendship blossomed into something more and the two began dating, albeit as a long-distance relationship except for the occasional times where they would meet up at their respective college towns. Halloween was one of those occasions, and that year they were spending it at Mark's.

The two reached their destination, a heavy but ornate wooden door in a dimly lit hallway.

"Let's just say I had access to some information you couldn't get."

Mark walked up to the door did something that James couldn't understand. Whatever it is, he heard a bunch of locks open and the door swinging open.

"Holy shit!"

James had only seen Arcaniums in pictures, so when he entered one, it amazed him.

The ceiling of the room drew the focus of his brown eyes. A strange bluish glow emanated for what appeared to be a sort of opaque glass covered in unrecognizable arcane patterns, or the glass itself was set into the patterns.

His eyes moved around the room. Scattered around the room where shelves filled with tomes upon tomes, scrolls, potion bottles, and a plethora of other items James could only hope but guess. Around the room were tables that had the same blueish glowing pattern on them, littered with more scrolls and bottles.

Unlike the hallway, the room seemed to be carved in stone with a patterned cobblestone floor and walls. What little decoration it had was luxurious, with woven tapestries and works of art depicting men James never heard of.

His eyes danced around the room as he saw more and more unusual items, such as the odd amount of colorful plants and vines that covered the rest of the walls and ceilings or grew in a planter box.

James breathed as he felt a strange magical ambiance to the room that seemed to flow around him.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Mark spoke with a hint of pride.

"Yeah... I mean whoa!" James said as he shook his head in disbelief "Is this what you've been doing all this time?"

Mark shook his head. "Not really, I spend most of my time at the Academy's rooms. This is the clubhouse's own Arcanium."

"Ah... so the- "

"Yes. The owner of the shop was one of the club's president and is a retired professor of the Academy." Mark stated.

"So- "

"Most of the stuff here are leftovers collected from the Academy through the decades, if not centuries."

Mark nodded his head with a hand on his chin. "Looks like it."

The pair walked to a corner of the room where there was a couch. James noticed his boyfriend taking off his jacket and placing it on a coat rack. James followed his lead. Despite being made from stone, the room felt inviting and warm, sheltered from the cold outside.

Unlike his more bookish boyfriend who wore an all-black outfit of a turtleneck and slacks, James opted for a tank-top that hugged his chest, showing off his muscles and sinewy arms, and a pair of jeans.

Beside the hanger was an oddly shaped vase that compelled James to touch it. James who saw his boyfriend still had his back turned at him, James gently tried to touch it only to knock the vase over instead.

"James!" cried his Mark, who grabbed the vase before it met the floor.

"Sorry... imagine if it broke, and it unleashed some horrible spell." James joke.

"Not funny." Mark said as he examined the vase. "Though this is just a regular flower vase, actually." Setting the vase back in its place.

The Mark walked to the center of the room, beckoning James to follow. Once below the glowing glass, Mark held his hands to James' waist.

"Just stay here and wait." Mark said, "I need to gather a few things."

"Yeah, for sure."

"And don't touch anything!"

Mark laughed "Of course!"

As much as Mark wanted to figure out every little thing in the room, even he knew better not to mess with the arcane. So, Mark waited, still turning in a circle, stricken by wanderlust as he tried to figure out what the stuff was. He then saw his boyfriend shuffling around the room with his arms full of scrolls and bottles.

"A few things?"

Mark huffed "Transformation is a delicate art," he said as he dropped the items in his arms onto the couch "so I need a few aids."

"Uh-huh."

Mark then grabbed one of the lighter colored bottles on the couch, thrusting it at James.

"Drink this." Mark said bluntly.

James reluctantly took the bottle and pulled the cork out. His nose wrinkled at the funny yet familiar smell, so he took the bottle to his nose and gave it a sniff.

"Argh!" James uttered as he recoiled from the musky scent that assaulted his nose.

"What the fuck is this?" He groaned.

"Concentrated protein helps with the transformation." James said in his usual bluntness.

Mark gave an incredulous look to his neutral boyfriend. "Do I have to drink this."

"For the transformation to work best."

Mark took a deep breath and drew the bottle to his lips. When the strange yellowish liquid touched them, he almost gagged. The liquid was thick, almost gooey. It then splashed on his tongue, making him shake in disgust. The liquid had an unusual yet familiar taste, salty, musky-

"Is this cum?" James asked as he moved the bottle away from his mouth.

There was a pause, and there was a slight line of hesitation in Mark's face.

"No...." Mark said with a hint of timidity.

"Right... Do I still have to drink this?"

"Want the transformations to take all your muscles?" There was a very slight sneer as Mark said that. James knew that Mark knew that his physique was one of his proud points.

"Ugh... fine."

James held his nose closed and downed the liquid. It trickled down his throat and yet he didn't gag. The liquid felt hot in his body as he coughed and spewed a bit after finishing the bottle. He handed it to Mark with a pout.

"This... does not fucking taste good."

Mark sighed in what James knew was satisfaction. He took the bottle and set it to the side among a few other empty bottles.

"Now take your clothes off." The order came.

Mark chuckled "Really?"

James folded his arms and scoffed, "I'm transforming you into a werewolf- "

"I thought lycanthrope."

"Lycanthrope! Do you want to rip your clothes or not?"

"I... uh."

James shuffled around where he stood. Despite never being shy to show off his impressive body, something about being in the strange room took his confidence.

"Come on... You want to do this or not?"

Mark grunted but smile, taking off his tank-top in one swoop, revealing his hairy chiseled chest and washboard abs underneath the glowing blue light. He threw the shirt at Mark, who took it and gave it a brief whiff.

"Mmm." Mark muttered before throwing it to an unoccupied section of the couch.

James chuckled; his boyfriend always liked his scent.

James then moved his hands to his jeans, grabbing the bulge underneath, showing it off to Mark who despite still have a flat expression gave a thumbs up.

"So, doing a little strip show for me?"

James just smiled as he slowly bent over to untie his boots, kicking them and his socks towards Mark who grabbed them and set them at the foot of the couch.

He moved to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down and over his thick thighs, firm buttocks, and muscled calves before kicking them as he did with his boots.

Now standing in the center of a strange room in only his underwear, a jockstrap with a bulge that seemed too big for the jockstrap to hold, he felt hot as beads of sweat appeared all over his body. Despite being underdressed.

"Those as well" Mark smirked.

"Really?"

"Want to rip them?"

"Fine."

In one motion, the jockstrap was off.

James could see Mark's eyes widened in delight. His boyfriend couldn't help but flutter at his junk. It was long and thick, uncut, with a shapely set of balls. It was still flaccid, but slowly the head poked out of the foreskin. A mess of darker brown hair surrounded his pride and joy, leading up to a pleasure trail between his Adonis belt.

"What? You've seen it thousands of time." Mark joked.

"So, have I seen the sunset my sexy soon to be beast" Mark replied in a rare compliment, giving a light, playful stroke of James' barely erect penis before twirling off beyond arm distance.

"You're ready?"

James held his arms up "I guess"

Mark grabbed another bottle from the pile of things, one with a bluish color. He popped the cork out and drank down a blue liquid instead of the yellowish one James had drunk. James could see Mark groaning as he finished the bottle.

"Mana." Mark answered before James could ask.

James could see that whatever it was, it took effect. Mark's already bright blue eyes seemed to glow with a more intense shade of blue. Though it was faint James could see swirls of what he presumed to be magic appear at Mark's hands.

"Right," James said noticeably tensed "The scrolls." He reached his right hand to the couch where there was a pile of scrolls scattered around the cushions.

James gasped in surprise when one scroll flew to Mark's waiting hand.

Mark unrolled the scroll only to shake his head.

"Not this one" James murmured, throwing the scroll behind his back.

Another scroll then flew to his hand.

"Not this one either."

Another one flew in place.

"Definitely... not this one." James muttered before the scroll disappeared in a ball of flames.

James turned from wonder to annoyance.

"No... no... no." Mark uttered as more and more scrolls flew to Mark's hand only for him to discard them.

"I thought you had this prepared." James said annoyed.

Mark lifted his eyes to James from a scroll that he then threw away.

"Sort of. I just don't remember where I put it."

"Typical." Mark grunted, folding his muscular arms underneath his hairy chest.

"Ah. Here it is" James smiled, holding a shorter scroll than the others.

"You sure that's the one?"

Mark gave the scroll a quick read. "... No."

Mark threw more scrolls onto the growing pile of discarded paper before grabbing a clean-looking piece of parchment.

"Ah. That's for later" He said, pocketing the paper into his pants when his eyes widened.

"You can't be serious."

With a very meek smile, James took out a folded piece of paper.

"So that's where I put it!" James beamed. He unfolded and gave it a hasty read, smiling with satisfaction.

"Right. Are you now ready?" Mark asked his boyfriend.

"I was already rea-ooph!"

James jumped in slight discomfort as something swirled out of Mark's hands and into him. He looked at his boyfriend but could only see him muttering and talking in a strange language. His eyes glowed even more with an unnatural blue. Bright enough that James couldn't even see Mark's irises underneath the glow.

"Y-you alright there James?" James asked his boyfriend, even as the strange sensation spread through his body.

There was no reply. Mark stood there, his muttering turning into loud chanting as James could see even more magic flow from his hands into him.

James could even feel it. The discomforting feeling turned into something else, something that felt hotter, something pleasurable. James could feel it, but he had to look down.

His cock head was now fully exposed to the air, a drop of precum sat at the tip as his foreskin pulled back and his entire shaft was growing larger.

"Oh, fuck... this feels good." James said out of breath as even more of the heat spread all over his body. He could feel his balls feeling larger. In fact, his body felt like it was becoming larger.

He was sweating more; a deep masculine stench filled the room that made James's head heavier.

To his expectation, James found his right hand moving to his meat. He closed his eyes in bliss as he stroked his hot and growing shaft. He kept pumping his hand up and down, his hand and cock becoming slick with the generous amount of pre that oozed from his tips, some of it dripping onto the cobblestone floor below.

James found his left hand going to his hairy chest, rubbing them over his perky nips and firm pecs. The heat did not stop, instead; it got more intense. His right hand stroked in the familiar motions as he always had done until James noticed something. There was more of his shaft.

He opened his eyes to look down, his cock not just feeling bigger, it was bigger. Becoming longer and girthier. Towering over the bushy and sweaty mess of dark pubes. His left hand went over nipples that were puffier and pecs that were bulgier.

James could feel his entire body bulge out more. His arms biceps becoming larger, his lats becoming more defined, even his legs became thicker alongside an ass that ballooned and firmed up.

James could even his entire body gaining more mass, all of it going to his muscles. His once athletic body transformed into that of a bodybuilder, one with rippling and bulging muscles. He even felt taller.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" His groans turned into moans as he became more overwhelmed with pleasure. He rubbed his chest and nipples even harder, his left hand becoming slick with sweat. His right hand on a dick that which each pump seemed to grow even larger and leaked even more pre until it reached its hardest and most erect. At a length James could feel was almost 12 inches.

He was close to cumming, he just needed a bit more.

Then it stopped. Right before he went over the edge, that pleasurable heat disappeared. James in a sudden moment of clarity looked to Mark.

Mark had his hands on his knees, panting. The magic that once flowed from his hands retreated, disappearing as blue whispers in the air.

"James?" Mark said even as he continued to stroke drip pre onto the floor."... you okay?"

Mark opened his eyes, the bluish glow becoming fainter.

"Yeah." He said out of breath. "I'm alright... I'm alright. Any transformation spell is bound to drain a lot of energy."

The room felt still and silent, even if there was the heavy breathing of the two and rubbing of James' meat in his hands.

Despite having gained far more mass than James could ever imagine. He was still human, even the amount of hair on him was still the same.

"So... what now?" James asked, still carelessly stroking.

Mark exhaled. "Just a moment" He straightened up, ignoring that muscled mass that was his boyfriend.

Still nothing.

"I don't really feel anything else." James remarked

"Yeah..." Mark said as he stumbled to the corner of the room, resting his hands on a lever. "That's because we don't have the last ingredient yet!" There was a slam and the room began to shake.

The pair looked to the glowing glass above James. It creaked and groaned as it moved, retreating into the surrounding ceiling, leaving a skylight.

A skylight that had a full moon right over them.

James just stood, shining and glistening as the light touched his sweaty body. James stopped stroking and instead stared at the moon; something was beckoning him to it.

He felt the moonlight dance across him. It felt similar to the magic from Mark, but as James sensed his body absorb it, it was different. It was something rawer.

James saw Mark break out into a rare toothy smile; his eyes seemed to brighten even without magic.

"Its... working."

James looked at Mark in confusion, he felt mostly the same. He was about to speak when his mouth felt fuller. James ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes shot up. They felt sharper.

"Wait... wait here! Let me get something!" Mark said before running off.

"Hey! Where are... you... going?" James noticed a rumble. It was from him. His voice was deeper, rougher.

"Whoa!" he growled out.

Things became brighter and clearer, he could see the writings on tome far away. He could even hear Mark rustling something out of his view. It was then he noticed a strange, yet pleasurable pulling sensation on his ears.

He touched his ears, feeling them as they became larger and the tips of his ears becoming sharper. They became more sensitive too as jolts of pleasure ran from them as he rubbed his newly pointed ears.

James felt that pulling sensation move to his mouth just as Mark returned with something tall and covered in a sheet.

"I shouldn't be the only one to witness it,"

James pulled off the sheet, unveiling an image that Mark's heart jumped with joy.

A pair of bright yellow eyes stared back at him. The mirror underneath the cloth showed that while he still looked somewhat human, certain things had changed and were changing.

There were triangular ears on his head already, but James saw his nose starting to turn black. James touched it, feeling getting wet and changing shape. He could smell better, going past the musky stench that filled the room. His new nose twitched at the smell of pre that spilled from his cock, the dusty tomes, and strange elixirs, even the lemon-scented body wash Mark used.

He opened his mouth to look at his teeth, which became sharper with a pair of growing canines. Suddenly the pulling sensations grew stronger, his cock throbbing harder from the pleasurable feeling. James' eyes widened when he saw his mouth stretching outwards.

He held his hands to his stretching mouth, feeling the bones underneath extend outwards, pulling his sharp teeth to the side and spacing them out. The tongue turned darker and grew longer alongside his jaw, lips turned black and stretched along with the rest of his mouth.

James' mouth became longer and tapered, turning into a snout that took up more of his peripheral vision as it grew out. The nose at the tip of his now wolfish muzzle felt wet and rough. Canines grew longer and sharp, turning into proper fangs, visible even if he closed his maw shut. Saliva thickened, turning into slobber, making James drool ever so slightly.

Once the pulling sensation finished, James had the face of a wolf. There were still lingers of that pulling and pushing sensations on his head. He stared at the mirror as his head changed more. Morphing with his triangular ears moved to the top of his head. His entire head was now that of a wolf.

James felt the moonlight travel down from his still furless wolf's head. Shoulders and chest widened as his arms grew longer. Muscles pulled and stretched as his torso changed shape, still leaving James with very well-defined muscles.

His back hunched forwards, becoming more defined as the neck became thicker and more muscular and longer. The changes gave James are more bestial shape.

Each pull and stretch causing him to shoot out even more pre. Even his nipples weren't spared. The darkish flesh turned even dark as the nipples themselves became larger and more sensitive, noticeably poking out.

He felt the sensations travel to his hands. James happily held his hands in front of his face, watching as his nails turned black, his fingers becoming fatter and stubbier. But the most noticeable of all was a bulging feeling underneath his palms and fingers. Parts of his palms and fingers turned black and bulge out and then harden, creating paw pads. James stared at his new paws in amazement. He tried flexing his fingers, thankfully reassured that he still had opposable thumbs.

The sensations passed through his abs, making them even more well defined and pushing his belly outwards slightly before going to his waist, shifting and making them wider. Curiously, the sensations passed over the most sensitive region and his tailbone.

James twisted his head at Mark like a questioning dog.

Mark noticed it and gave a tired laugh. "I made it that the best part comes last."

His boyfriend really knew him.

Unlike the previous transformations, the sensations went directly to his feet. Much like his paws, his toenails turn black. The toes themselves became fatter and stubbier like his fingers, but unlike his hand, the heel of his feet stretched. It forced James to shift his weight onto the newly made paw pads.

His heel stretched and move upwards as did his knees, joining a thicker set of muscular thighs. Both his legs twisted and sprayed out, filling the newly created room from his waist and giving him a much more bestial digitigrade stance.

Then he felt the sensation on his lower back. Smiling as much as he could James turned around swiftly despite being on a set of new feet. He twisted his canine head to the mirror, with his muscular back in full view. James drooled in anticipation.

There was a tug beneath his skin, right at his tailbone. Slowly a nub appeared. The tug grew stronger, pulling more and more of the nub out, creating a short tail. James had an enormous smile as the tail grew longer and thicker, finishing in a long and muscular wolf's tail, albeit a furless one.

James beamed with glee when he could control his tail, feeling the air as he wagged it around. As much as James wanted to examine and play with his new appendage, he could already feel the next part of the transformation happening. His ass cheeks tightened and firmed up, and he felt a familiar sensation around his asshole. With a devious sneer, he moved his tail up and with his paw spread his cheeks, unveiling a quickly darkening and tightening hole. James was never one to be a bottom, but something about haven watched his quivering hole changed made him want to stick something in there. Just as James brought a claw right to his whole the next part was starting.

James immediately turned back towards the mirror, his furless but nearly complete lycanthrope body on display under the moonlight. The only missing part was in his groin.

Though it appeared minor compared to the more drastic changes, James felt joy as his balls become larger and heavier. Each testicle becoming almost the size of tangerines and ached to their fullest with cum.

His still human dick was hard as it ever was, still dripping and throbbing. Except not. It was throbbing harder and harder. James started panting, his long tongue hanging from his snout as he watched the starting changes. Somehow his foreskin pulled back even farther, leaving more and more purely sensitive flesh as the cock covering retreated to the base, only to become thicker, turning into a sheath. His cock turned redder with each throb.

Each throb brought more pleasure, making James moan in between his pants. His once human dick was almost deep red when the tip changed, tapering into a point as precum flowed from his cock hole. The once mushroom head turned into a very recognizable point of a canine's cock. And yet the most recognizable was still missing.

Just before he could bring it up to Mark, James felt the throbbing concentrate on one point of his red rocket. Just above the base. With each pulse and throb, the base of his cock became thicker. It swelled and harden up, turning into a wide bulbous knot that was twice the width of his already girthy dick.

With his knot fully formed and so close to cumming, James felt the moonlight beginning to lose its effect. The transformation seemed to be complete. He whined as the pleasurable sensations went away. Still leaving him throbbing. But he didn't worry about his leaking cock.

"Err." James growled out. His voice was deep and beastly. "Mark... I'm still naked."

Mark seemed to snap out of his trance. "Oh... right!" With a quick click of his fingers, James felt a tingling sensation pop across his body.

Slowly the areas where he had hair already thickened as more hair, no fur, sprouted around his chest, pubes and stubble. More and more of his once human skin disappeared underneath a layer of thick brown fur. James watched with amazement in the mirror as his entire body was being covered. He tried to examine his muzzle as the fur sprouted and then thicken in front of his eyes. He could even feel whiskers starting to sprout out the side of his muzzle.

As the spread slowed down and even out, covering the once furless werewolf in dark brown fur, James could see that parts where he once had body hair were still visible as areas where the already thick fur was even thicker. His pubes and pleasure trail were easily visible, as was his chest and armpit hair.

As the last strands of fur covered his body, James looked at the mirror, staring at the completely transformed figure, and smiled.

James turned his head up towards the moon and howled. Howling as loud as he could in pure joy and pleasure of finally achieving a dream come true. Finishing the howl with a wide smile of delight, James turned to the person who made it possible.

"Thank you." He muttered out.

Mark merely nodded "You look fucking hot right now."

James smiled and turned back to the mirror, flexing and showing off his new body and muscles.

"Hell fucking yes I am!" He shouted, almost roaring actually.

There was a moment of silence in the room when James noticed that there was still something that had to be done.

"You know..." He said with a devious grin, running a claw on his still rock-hard wolf dick. "I don't think I'm finish yet."

Mark smiled in response.

"Why don't you finish me off?" James said, thrusting his cock at his boyfriend.

Mark started walking but to James' surprise not to kneel down on his knees and suck him off. Instead, Mark went to the couch and grabbed a purplish bottle, popping the cork off and drinking it.

Even after all that had happened, James could smell that whatever was inside the potion, it was much stranger.

Mark finished the bottle, his eyes glowing a shade of purple instead. James' smile turned into slight fear at the sight. A certain unease filled the air.

"Indeed, we aren't quite finished yet. I still need a costume."