{"sf1_id":167399,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Lykan Invasion 4: Fusion","author":"Nex_Canis","words":8379,"posted_at":"2010-08-06T00:18:00.000Z","tags":["Hyperphallic","Labrador","M/M","Mind Control","Muscles","Plant","Rottweiler","Spooge","Transformation","Wolf","merging"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/167399-lykan-invasion-4-fusion","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/167399","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=167399\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of Lykan Invasion","content":" **Lykan Invasion 4: Fusion**\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 1%**\n\nCamp sucks.\n\nEspecially when the reason you're in the middle of the forest, swatting mosquitoes, sweating and being forced to 'be part of the community' was because your single dad had been a Scout when he was young and had delusions his son needed to be one to be a 'well-rounded person'.\n\nTruth be told, Scott considered himself a well-rounded person but not in the traditional sense.\n\nHe wasn't 'fat'... but a little overweight, that's all. It wasn't like someone could roll him down a hill and he wouldn't stop until he ate everything in his way like the Blob. Sure his little belly was bigger than most teenagers his age but he wasn't obese.\n\nBut try telling that to the two greatest banes of Scott's young life.\n\nPatrick Kauffman - the biggest and oldest guy in the Scouts - and Scout Master Benjamin Armstrong.\n\nCase in point -\n\nSplat!\n\nScott scowled as Patrick ferociously tore into the sickening, creamy-white slurry that they were offered to as a poor excuse for 'breakfast'. No one wanted to eat it. They had all heard how terrible the food was here. Sure the guys that came back last month looked like they had put on fifty pounds of muscle and hit a secondary-puberty and gave it all to the 'good food', but everyone knew they were supposed to say that sort of thing.\n\nAfter going to camp with the Scouts, Scott heard that you developed a sort of 'pack mentality' with your fellow Scouts members. You never wanted to be away from them and you always hung around with them. A lot of Scott's friends back at school had moved away just to be with the rest of their troop.  \nIt left him feeling a little miserable.\n\nHe had hoped that going to camp would get him more friends.\n\nBut with 'friends' like Patrick, who needed enemies.\n\n\"You gonna finish that?\" Patrick asked.\n\nWithout waiting for confirmation, the big bully just swiped at the bowl in front of Scott and began shovelling the sickening, gooey, white slurry into his mouth. Watching the other Scouts eat it hesitantly was making him sick.\n\n\"I swear, Patrick,\" Scott muttered. \"You eat like a starved wolf.\"\n\n\"It's just sooo good!\" Patrick replied through a mouthful of the junk.\n\nScott winced and turned away from Patrick's stuffed face. That face weren't so full of food and the brain beneath that skull weren't the size of a peanut, Patrick would've been a nice kid. It was just that Scott preferred to be surrounded by people who he could have a decent conversation with. Hanging around Patrick made him feel like his brain cells were dying by the second and he was slowly being reduced into a dumb, sluggish life form who only cared about eating.\n\nAs he left the mess hall, he glanced over his shoulder at where Patrick had commandeered another camper's bowl and was shovelling the contents into his mouth. It vexed him that Patrick would appear so fit and lean after eating all that 'protein based' slime as Briggs - the camp's chef - put it. For Scott, if he ate so much a broccoli he could feel his gut just grow and pack on the fat.\n\nWith a sigh, he exited the wooden structure of the mess hall and embraced nature. Camp Gray Wolf was located by some lake that Scott had never heard of and he wasn't even sure which state he was in anymore. It just seemed like the middle of some forest with mountains in the distance and a wall of trees surrounding the circle of squat, wooden buildings forming a prison.\n\nHe wandered to the entrance of the camp where an archway had been erected with the words, 'Welcome to Camp Gray Wolf' carved into the very wood itself. Interestingly, someone had thought it'd be clever to scratch out the 'r' so the sign now read, 'Welcome to Camp Gay Wolf'.\n\nThat had brought a whole lot of laughs from the incoming Scouts and dropped the Scout Leaders a couple of rungs.\n\nScott wandered over to where another Scout was hunched over one of the large trees just outside the camp grounds. He recognised the young man as Freddy MacManus. If anyone were to play charades and they got the word 'Nerd', all they'd have to do is point at Freddy and they'd get the point.\n\nFreddy was small, skinny, pimple-faced and bespectacled with the thickest set of glasses in the world that Scott was pretty sure that even a mole needed several degrees lower to see. The instant Scott drew close, he could hear Freddy's trademark ragged sniff that was filled with so much phlegm Scott was seriously thinking of eating that white goo back in the mess halls to make him feel better.\n\nBut Freddy noticed him.\n\n\"Oh! Hey, Scott!\" He spoke in such a nasally voice that it sounded like someone had jammed a broken flute down his throat and his words were just wind flying through the flute conveniently arranged into sentences. \"Did you want to see what I found?\"\n\n\"Not really...\" Scott answered but he wandered over anyway.\n\nFreddy stepped aside and gestured with a flourish.\n\n\"It's a plant,\" Scott stated.\n\n\"Yes! But it is unlike any other plant that is known to mankind!\"\n\nIt was a weird plant too. It almost looked like a... a... a phallus. Not a human phallus either. It looked distinctly canine. Hell, it even tampered to a point and possessed a knot. There were two, odd bulbs at the base of the plant that looked suspiciously like testicles.\n\n\"It's still a plant,\" Scott said.\n\n\"Ah, but have you ever seen a plant like this?\" Freddy said. \"Look! The entire tree is covered with it!\" He gestured around the base of the tree. There were similar plants around the roots but these ones were smaller and didn't possess the same distinct, bright red colour as the others or the tampering point. They still had the two bulbs at the base but it looked smaller and was coloured green.\n\n\"Are you sure they're the same?\"\n\n\"Absolutely! Observe!\"\n\nFreddy prodded one of the other plants with a stick and, to Scott's surprise, that red, tampering point pushed out from an almost invisible hope at the tip of the plant, emerging to greet the sun like a canine's penis rising from its sheath from arousal.\n\n\"Gross...\"\n\n\"But fascinating!\" Freddy exclaimed. \"I will take a sample and bring it back home for study!\"\n\nHe bent over to the plant -\n\nSPLAT!\n\n\"Freddy!\" Scott cried.\n\nFreddy staggered back in shock as a mess of sticky, opaque, white fluid splattered all over his face. The bespectacled Scout spluttered and spat, wiping the fluid from his face. He began sneezing. Nerds normally had a lot of allergies and Scott guessed this plant just trigger a whole lot of them.\n\nSeeing that the Scout was fine, Scott began laughing.\n\nMostly because by the appearance of the plant and the fluids it just shot out, it looked like the plant has just cum on Freddy's face.\n\n\"Ha! That thing got you good!\" Scott laughed, pointing. \"It likes you, Freddy!\"\n\nFreddy growled as he wiped the strange fluids from his glasses. \"It must be some sort of defensive mechanism. Perhaps digestive fluids. I think I'll go wash up before I return to get my samples.\"\n\n\"Don't you wanna stay with your boyfriends?\" Scott taunted.\n\nFreddy huffed loudly and stormed away.\n\nScott just grinned and regarded the plants. Almost all of them had emerged from those 'sheaths'. It was almost like they were staring at him...\n\nHe shuddered and left, heading back to camp.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 12%**\n\nPatrick wasn't a bad kid.\n\nHe just liked to eat when he was depressed.\n\nWhich was all the time.\n\nIt wasn't anyone fault but his father's. Having a dad who was running for senator was something that demanded a lot out of his 'father-son' time. Patrick was raised by multiple nannies over the course of his short life and none of them ever came close to his mother who left the soon-to-be president to pursue her culinary dreams.\n\nNeedless to say, she tended to feed Patrick a lot of her experiments.\n\nThat sort of developed a routine with Patrick. He was only ever happy when his mom was there and when his mom was there, he was fed. So, if he ate, it was like he was going back to those happy times.\n\nSo he ate.\n\nAnd ate...\n\n... and ate.\n\nBut the protein-based junk that Chef Briggs fed them was something else. It stank like hell. Kind of like a musky, heady odour that reminded him of big, sweaty guys marching in the middle of summer through the forest. He wouldn't be surprised if this was the kind of junk that they fed military guys since Brigg was apparently ex-military. The guy was huge and the only reason any of the Scouts actually ate the stuff was because they wanted to be just like Briggs.\n\nIt struck him as odd that this camp was specifically just for guys.\n\nThe girl's camp was across the lake and some other ex-military guy was there. Everyone called him 'Preacher'. Some religious nut. All the guys wanted to take the canoes over to the other side of the lake. They could hear the girls squeal and laugh over there.\n\nAnd, being a bunch of horny teenagers/preteens, they wanted to get in on the action.\n\nBut not Patrick.\n\nFood was his only love.\n\n\"Good god, Patrick,\" Gary Sorrel gasped, his big, wide grin showing perfectly straight, white teeth against his chocolate brown skin. \"Where do you put it all!?\"\n\n\"I got good metabolism,\" he answered. Although, with his mouth full of the slop, it sounded more like, 'Ah goo oot meshablm'.\n\nHe swallowed and frowned at his empty bowl.\n\n\"I'm going to get more,\" he announced.\n\n\"Haven't you ever heard of 'more is less'?\" Scott said, the sarcasm dripping from him like a bucket filled with battery acid.\n\nPatrick didn't bother countering. He was hungry and he needed more of that slop. No one was really that surprised as he hurried over to where Chef Briggs was standing, grinning from ear to ear as he approached.\n\n\"Come for more, Patrick?\" Briggs asked.\n\n\"Yes, sir!\"\n\nThe big Native American spooned another helping of the greyish slop onto Patrick's bowl. \"Now take it nice and slow, okay son? Too much of a good thing can make you sick.\"\n\n\"I will, sir.\"\n\nPatrick sauntered back to the table but by the time he sat down, the bowl was already half empty.\n\nOnce meal time was over, he returned to the cabin he, Gary, Scott and Freddy shared. Scout Master Benjamin saw them there.\n\nThe tall, lanky Scout Master was your every definition of 'hippie'. He had long, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, an unshaved face and this constantly dazed look on his face that made everyone question if the smoke billowing out of his cabin's chimney was actually from firewood or something else. Even Patrick had to admit the guy was pretty damn annoying since he was one of those adults that tried to speak in 'teenager'.\n\n\"Okay, man,\" Benjamin said, bringing a wince from Scott, \"you boys hit the hay and I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow so we can jam in the woods! Werd!\"\n\nPatrick grabbed Scott's hand, holding it firmly to stop the guy from punching the Scout Master.\n\nHe wasn't sure... but there was just something in that touch that made him feel... so alive. Scott felt so warm... and he wanted more of that warmth.\n\n\"'Night, bros!\" Benjamin announced.\n\n\"Good night,\" everyone droned, returning to their cabin.\n\nPatrick was reluctant to let go of Scott but was painfully reminded his stomach needed filling... again. He couldn't believe he was hungry again... But no... It wasn't really hunger more like he wanted more of that delicious - overly salty - goop.\n\nHe went to the bottom bunk of one of the bunk beds in their cabin, rolling onto his side to keep the growling in his stomach from being heard by the others. Part of him wondered why that goo was so addictive. It was nothing like what his mom fed him but just thinking about that greyish, slimy and slightly chunky slop slipping down his throat...\n\n... made him hard.\n\nPatrick went rigid. He realised he was sporting a raging erection and in a cabin full of presumably straight guys. He had no intention of jacking off at least not until everyone was asleep.\n\n\"So whatcha gonna do tomorrow?\" Gary asked.\n\nDamnit all...\n\n\"Meh, nature walk,\" Scott answered dismissively.\n\n\"I shall study that fascinating specimen of plant life I discovered just outside the camp grounds!\" Freddy announced triumphantly.\n\n\"You mean that plant that looks like a dog's dick?\" Scott scoffed.\n\nHe wasn't sure why but thinking of a dog's dick made Patrick moan slightly.\n\nNo one heard.\n\n\"You will not be laughing when I win an award for the discovery of a new type of life form!\"\n\n\"Yeah. Life that spits cum in your face!\"\n\nThis time, Patrick moaned louder.\n\n\"Hey, you okay there bud?\" Gary asked who was in the top bunk.\n\n\"Y - Yeah,\" Patrick murmured. \"Stomach ache.\"\n\nGary just laughed. \"I knew all that stuff you chuck in your body was no good for you.\"\n\n\"Um... Yeah...\"\n\nPatrick was trying hard to resist grabbing his hard cock right now and jacking off. He wasn't sure if he could keep himself quiet but the more his stomach rumbled for more of that slop, the more aroused he became. The guys kept chatting and Patrick decided that as long as they were distracted with one another, he could maybe get a little of the tension out.\n\nThat sounded like a good idea.\n\nQuietly, he grasped his throbbing manhood, feeling the heat radiate from it reminded him of the touch he shared with Scott. His thoughts instantly switched to Scott and he moaned even louder. Before he knew it, he was stroking his cock hard.\n\n\"Hey Patrick, you okay man?\"\n\nIt was Scott and just hearing his voice awakened something inside Patrick... A yearning. A yearning to be with Scott.\n\n\"Urgh!\" he groaned.\n\nHe felt a hand fall on his shoulder and that electric warmth flooded through him.\n\nIt was Scott.\n\nHe knew it.\n\n\"AAAAH!\"\n\nPatrick rolled off his sheets and jerked uncontrollably upwards.\n\nScott gasped and was struck by the full blast of Patrick's load straight in the mouth. He choked a bit and spat.\n\n\"What the hell is wrong with you!?\" Scott cried, spitting. \"Geez! I knew you were messed up eating all that slop but... dude!\"\n\n\"Scott?\" Freddy asked. \"What happened?\"\n\nPatrick just stared into Scott's eyes... He let out a soft whimper, knowing what would happened. He was in a room full of guys and he had just cum straight into one of those guy's mouths. Either he was beaten up for begin a 'faggot' or he'd get dirty looks every day until camp ended.\n\n\"He smuggled some of the junk in here,\" Scott muttered, turning around and heading back to his bunk. \"Can't bloody believe him...\"\n\nFreddy and Gary just laughed it off.\n\nPatrick sighed in relief and found that the rumbling in his stomach had eased. He wrapped the quilt around him, feeling no need to clean himself. His mind was hazy. The only clear thought was a question why Scott wouldn't say anything. Some, distant spark wondered if Scott liked the taste of his cum but he dismissed that.\n\nScott wasn't gay...\n\n... was he?\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 32%**\n\nNaturally, Patrick was tearing through the slop given to them by Chef Briggs again. Gary just couldn't believe what a machine he was... or more like a big, hungry, black hole. It was good that he had a healthy appetite but the way he tore through that slush... it was inhuman.\n\nGlancing over at Scott, he noticed that their resident grump had started eating too. Scott usually avoided breakfast because it was always the same fare but it seemed that he was quietly working his way through the sludge bit by bit.\n\nWhich was good.\n\nGary was getting worried about him.\n\nNaturally, Patrick went up for more than one helping. Gary could barely stomach half of his and offered the rest to Patrick who just went to town with it. Freddy left quickly, practically bouncing out the door to see those plants of his. Gary was curious and decided to follow.\n\nHe wanted to know what these 'phallic plants' were.\n\nBeing very open minded about his orientation, Gary didn't mind getting that he sometimes had to hide his erection when the guys were swimming in the lake in nothing but their trunks or when the girls jiggled their boobs. He heard it was called 'bisexuality' or something but really didn't care.\n\nHe got excited over what got him excited.\n\nThat was all that mattered.\n\n\"They are fascinating,\" Freddy told him as they made their way out of the mess hall. \"It seems they have a defensive mechanism that squirts some sort of digestive juices into potential attackers. It is a rather salty concoction...\"\n\nGary stared at Freddy curiously. \"Wait... You tasted it? Why?\"\n\n\"I fell victim to its defences,\" Freddy answered, adjusting his glasses. \"Besides, it was nothing spectacular. It was just the same as that gruel they serve in the mess halls. Taste wise anyway.\"\n\n\"Hope you don't catch something from that stuff.\"\n\n\"I highly doubt it. If I did, I will be making leaps and bounds into discovery.\"\n\nFreddy suddenly stopped and frowned. Gary traced his eyes to a group of large trees that were wrapped in long, thick vines. Sprouting from the vines were several, tube-like flowers with two, round, fleshy fruits hanging just beneath each tube.\n\n\"They seem to have spread rapidly...\" Freddy murmured. \"Just yesterday, they were only around that one tree...\"\n\nGary shrugged. \"Maybe they're weeds.\"\n\n\"Possibly.\"\n\nFreddy moved forward and the instant he drew close, all the tubes just shifted to point towards him. Red, phallic-shaped buds pushed out of the tubes and greeted the sun.\n\nGary had to admit, they did look like dog cocks.\n\nAnd it turned him on.\n\n\"Oh dear...\" Freddy began.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" Gary asked, moving towards the plants. \"A bunch of plants got you scared?\"\n\n\"No... just -\"\n\nSPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!\n\nGary wasn't sure what was hitting him but felt several sharp strikes against his chest and face. He blinked once and saw one of the plants jerk towards him, shooting a torrent of silvery slime into his face. A cry escaped his lips but the slime travelled instantly down his throat, causing him to erupting into several racking coughs.\n\nFreddy pulled him back.\n\n\"Gary! Are you alright!?\"\n\nAlright...?\n\nHe was better than alright.\n\nGary never felt so alive.\n\nHe wasn't sure what was in that juice that the plants shot into his mouth but he wanted more. It was salty as hell but he wanted more.\n\nIt took all his will not to dive at those plants and start sucking them for all they were worth.\n\nHe knew a lot of the Scouts here were homophones and even if he was bi, he's still be ridiculed.\n\nHe had to play this cool.\n\n\"I'm good...\" he coughed, staggering to his feet. \"Hey Freddy, let's leave this for tonight after lights out, okay?\"\n\n\"After lights out!?\" Freddy exclaimed incredulously. The little 'nerd' was one of those types that adhered to the rules like it was the bible. Even the mere mention of breaking the rules would send his brain into overload. \"But - But we can't! We'll get caught!\"\n\nAn idea suddenly hit Gary. He ran his tongue over his lips, collecting the salty juices that had gathered there and as Freddy was stammering almost incoherently, he grabbed the sides of the young man's face and planted their lips firmly together. He thrust his tongue - covered in the juices - straight down Freddy's throat, making sure every drop slipped into his friend.\n\nFreddy resisted at first... then he melted.\n\nGary pulled away, smiling wickedly. \"It's for science Freddy...\"\n\n\"For... science...\" his friend agreed in a mild daze.\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 52%**\n\nThat kiss was something else.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFreddy had never considered himself gay, straight or even sexually active. He was a nerd. For a long time, he had believed that he was destined to grow old, fat, bald and only have a trophy wife. Science, math and knowledge would get him there.\n\nBut now...\n\nGary was something else... Just the way his lean muscles moves beneath that ebony skin... It made his loins stir something that hadn't happened in a very long time.\n\nSo when he lay down on his bed that night after Scout Master Benjamin saw them off, he waited patiently as the time when he and Gary would sneak off into the night and visit those plants together. He wasn't sure how exactly relationships worked but those plants stimulated that kiss so maybe if they went back there...\n\nPatrick was groaning in again.\n\nScott let out a frustrated sigh and dropped down from the bunk above Freddy.\n\n\"Oh for the love of...\" Scott began, pulling Patrick from the bed. \"Let's get you to the nurse.\"\n\n\"Did you need some help?\" Gary offered.\n\n\"Nah. I got this. See you guys in a bit.\"\n\nThe two disappeared out the door.\n\nEven in the darkness of their cabin, Freddy could Gary's eyes on him. They waited a good two minutes before they jumped out of their beds and immediately rushed out of their cabin, making for the front entrance.\n\nHis heart was pumping hard in his chest just anticipating what would happen.\n\nForget the science and the possibilities of being awarded some prestigious award for discovering a new form of life.\n\nAs weird as it may sound, this was probably as close to a date that he was ever going to come and he was going to milk it for all it was worth!\n\nThey arrived at the site of the plants.\n\nFreddy gasped when he saw that the plants had spread even further, reaching the wooden walls of Camp Gray Wolf, crawling up its surface with those multiple, green bulbs protruding and spherical fruits decorating the creeping vines.\n\nThe grin on Gary's face was a little scary.\n\n\"So...\" Freddy began.\n\n\"Yeah...\" Gary replied, moving forward and falling to his hands and knees in front of one of the bulbs. Freddy was about to tell him to stop when he bent over and licked one of the bulbs.\n\n\"Gary! What are you -?\"\n\nThen Gary began suckling on the bulb, coaxing that big, red, phallic protrusion from it. The bulb began to swell in size and Freddy could see the plant's main body start to slip out of the bulb and down Gary's throat.\n\nFreddy could only watch as his friend began moaning, sucking on some plant conveniently shaped like a dog's cock!\n\nWhat horrified him the most was that it aroused him!\n\n\"G - G - Gary...\"\n\nGary just moaned and reached for his brown shorts, slowly peeling them off and pulling out his long, black, cock. Freddy couldn't take his eyes off his friend's manhood because it wasn't shaped like the phallus of any human.\n\nIt looked exactly like one of those plants fully erect!\n\nHell, Gary even had a thick, furry sheath!\n\nWhat was happening to his friend!?\n\nA deep, lustful moan escaped Gary's lips.\n\nA moan Freddy was horrified to realise he was echoing!\n\nHis vision was starting to blur, heat rising from his entire body and sweat soaking his Scouts uniform. The thick glasses he wore slipped off his sweaty nose and when he went to readjust them, they fell off and topped to the ground. Instincts told him to pick it up.\n\nWhen he bent down, however, he froze.\n\nHis nose was levelled with one of those plants.\n\nA fully erect plant.\n\nWhy was he thinking that the plant was 'erect'?\n\nIt wasn't a penis...\n\n... was it...?\n\nHis eyes darted back to Gary who had slipped off his shoes and was stroking that canine cock of his, thrusting with every suck of that plant's, red body.\n\nFreddy turned back to the plant in front of him... It was so inviting... So tempting. He remembered the salty taste when its fluids first touched his lips. Only when he swallowed hard did he realise that his mouth was watering.\n\nHe had to taste that again!\n\nHe drew his tongue and slowly ran it up the side of the plant's body. Warmth touched his tastebuds. It was like the plant wasn't a plant at all but some mammal. He could sense a pulse as his lips wrapped around the beating, red pod and began sucking, driven completely by instinct. A musky, heady scent filled his nostrils and he was vaguely aware that it came from the plant.\n\nAll care was thrown out the window as he followed Gary's example and pulled off his shorts. There was a stirring in his loins that was unlike any erection he every felt - few as they were. His cock straightened as blood poured into it. As it touched his belly, the skin separating phallus from stomach began to merge. Freddy rubbed his cock against his stomach, urging on the transformation as smooth, silky, salty liquid began pouring out of the plant and he began hungrily drinking it.\n\nWith each twist of his fingers, he could feel thick, reddish-brown fur start to coat his cock. His moans were echoing Gary's as his dick extended further, a long, thick, slipper rod pushing out of the newly formed sheath and rising to the base of his diaphragm, proudly greeting the cool, night air with its eleven inch, pre-cum dripping length. Freddy stroked his new member, relishing at the warm, sensitive touch, loving how it tampered to a point and pulsed with his rapidly rising heartbeat.\n\nAll the while, he was sucking at the big, plant cock in front of him beside his friend and mate... Grinder.\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 77%**\n\n\"God you're a horny bastard,\" Scott muttered as he pulled Patrick to the rear of the mess hall. The big, overly hungry Scout was jacking off the entire way they were slinking away from their cabin.\n\nScott was disgusted.\n\nHe was in no way attracted to men but he respected Patrick's decision in his orientation. Just... not the way he expressed it.\n\n\"Can't... stop...\" Patrick moaned. \"Gotta... Ah - AH!\"\n\nScott rolled his eyes as Patrick ejaculated all over himself. It was an impressive amount of cum and the stink of sex that hung around Patrick was overwhelming. Scott didn't entirely find it undesirable just... He didn't swing that way.\n\n\"Are you done?\" he asked.\n\n\"N - No...\" Patrick groaned. \"I - I gotta have... more...\" Patrick reached for his face, wiping all his cum off his body and lapping it all up.\n\n\"Aww! Gross!\"\n\nClang!\n\nBoth of them froze and turned towards the rear entrance to the mess hall, the kitchen entrance. The door was wide open. Scott instantly thought 'wild animal'. As much as he hated the breakfasts here at Camp Gray Wolf, he didn't want to think of what would happen if they ran out of food completely. He had been sneaking snacks whenever he could and if he was deprived of his snacks...!\n\nScott quietly stalked forward, Patrick right behind him, panting heavily and probably still as horny as hell.\n\nQuietly, he pushed the kitchen entrance a little wider... and peeked inside.\n\nHe froze.\n\nThere was Chef Briggs, huge, foot-long cock in both hands and stroking off right over what appeared to be a tray of the gray mush they had in the mornings for breakfast. Briggs let out a loud moan as his cock exploded, pouring a waterfall of his cum straight into the mixture, all of it mixing together into that awful, salty slush.\n\nScott realised all too quickly what that meant.\n\nThey had been eating Chef Briggs' cum!\n\nHe felt sick.\n\nChef Briggs grinned and turned away, heading out of sight. They heard the front of the mess hall open and shut.\n\n\"We have to tell Scout Master Benjamin,\" Scott said. \"Patrick - Hey!\"\n\nPatrick stormed into the kitchen and practically dove at the tray on the floor, shovelling the slush into his mouth.\n\n\"Oh my gawd!\" Scott exclaimed, fighting down the bile in his throat. \"How can you eat that stuff knowing where it came from!?\"\n\nPatrick didn't reply, the sounds of him devouring the gunk filling the kitchen.\n\nScott just wanted to leave him there. Get the Scout Master, get Briggs fired and get Patrick some profession help.\n\nBut what kind of Scout would he be if he did that?\n\nHe sighed and stomped into the kitchen, grabbing Patrick by the shoulders.\n\n\"Come on, man. We gotta go. You need help.\"\n\nLightning fast, Patrick flung around and wrapped his lips around Scott's.\n\nScott was too stunned to realise that Patrick was shoving a mouthful of Coach Briggs' cum down his throat. The shock and the sudden movement forced him to swallow. He pulled away -\n\n... and stared into Patrick's brown eyes.\n\nHow...\n\n... How could he never have noticed how beautiful those eyes were?\n\nAnd that gunk... It actually didn't taste too bad...\n\nNot really...\n\nThen his mind snapped back...\n\nIt came from Briggs' cock!\n\nPatrick went back to shovelling the slush into his mouth. Then the older Scout stopped for a second. He seemed to think of something before he scooped some of the stuff into his hand and offered it to Scott.\n\nThose eyes... plus the gesture...\n\n... Scott couldn't resist.\n\nHe ate the gunk right off Patrick's hand, licking his friend's fingers and relishing the warm, salty taste. Part of him wondered if all those warm meals they had in the mornings were 'fresh from the source'. The thought of Chef Briggs cumming for them every morning made him hard.\n\nThat was the last ounce of resistance in him.\n\nHe dove into the slush alongside Patrick, the two of them gorging themselves on the slush.\n\nAs always whenever he ate, he felt himself bloat.\n\nHe didn't care.\n\nHis belly was pushing well past chest, tearing his Scouts uniform at the seams while his cock raged for release in his shorts. The feeling became uncomfortable so he abandoned tearing through the slush with his hands and just plunged his head into the warm, salty mixture, goggling anything that came to his mouth. He tore his uniform off his shoulders and ripped his shorts from around his waist.\n\nThe freedom was unlike anything he had felt before.\n\nHis rapidly growing belly bounced against the floor as he began looking more and more like a beach ball than a teenage boy. Looking a Patrick, he noted that his friend was starting to appear the same as well.\n\nSuddenly, the tray was empty.\n\nPatrick sniffed the air.\n\n\"More,\" he growled, his voice deep, resonating and incredibly sexy. The growl of a beast who knew what he wanted.\n\nThe bigger Scout, now fully naked and just as rounded as Scott waddled over to the fridge and yanked the door open. Inside were trays and trays of the grey slush just waiting and inviting them. Scott pulled himself to his feet as Patrick pulled two trays out of the fridge and set them down on the ground with a big grin on his face.\n\nScott took one tray, shovelling the gunk into his mouth and feeling himself grow and grow. The more he ate, the harder his cock throbbed. With every loud slurp, he gave a short 'ah' of pleasure as he came closer and closer to his climax. His cock was nestled deep within his gut, wrapping it in warmth while pressing it against the cold hard floor.\n\nThe mixed sensations... the taste of the salty mixture... the knowledge of eating the incredibly sexy Chef Brigg's cum... and being there with Patrick...\n\n... it was too much!\n\n\"UH-AH!\"\n\nScott came, splattering a miniscule - by comparison - amount of cum into Patrick's tray. Patrick was temporarily surprised at the addition before he broke into a grin and lapped up all of Scott's cum. That just made Scott even harder.\n\nThen a new sensation hit him.\n\nHis stomach began rumbling loudly. A belly that would have made the most obese person in the world weep began twitching rapidly and vibrating like a thousand tiny worms were wriggling beneath his skin. Strangely, Scott loved the sensation. Every cell of fat began burning and twisting into muscle, filling his limbs with newfound power and mass. The belly began rapidly shrinking, the fat fading from the paunchy skin and hardening into solid muscle. A set of defined abs began appearing against his belly as it shrank back down to a manageable size.\n\nScott groaned and arched his back and stretched his legs as far as they would go as the fat travelled from his torso, down his things and to his feet, filling every inch of his body with raw muscle that stretched the skin taunt and gave it a healthy, vein-covered texture. Muscles that he never knew he had suddenly began bulging. He watched in utter amazement as a large amount of fat travelled from his belly up his shoulders and through to his arms, stretched his fingers and bones into incredible lengths that fit his rapidly lengthening spine. Strong, proud pecs bounced free of all fat and the belly that he had been loathing for so long faded into a beautiful set of washboard abs.\n\nHe heard someone groan beside him as Patrick's cock also began to throb badly. Still a rotund, bloated bag of fat, Scott got the wicked idea to help out his mate and rolled Patrick over so that his cock was poking the air. Scott wrapped his lips around that cock and gave one, good, long suck.\n\n\"God! SCOTT!\"\n\nThe cum that spilled into his lips dove Scott wild and he lapped up every last drop. He felt Patrick's transformation begin and he wrapped his huge, muscular arms around his mate as the fat began transforming into muscle and redistributing itself around Patrick's body. He felt massive pecs push against his own and a hard, defined eight-pack pressing against his own washboard abs.\n\nFlabby arms hardened, lengthened and grew, wrapping around him to return the warm embrace. Strong, enormous thighs wrapped around his own as the cock between them bulged and grew to a full foot in length, balls the size of oranges bouncing happily against Scott's.\n\nScott locked lips with Patrick and there was nothing more he wanted than to be one with his mate there and then.\n\nHe got his wish.\n\nPatrick and Scott's bodies meshed together, the skin that once separated them merging together. Cells that were once separate, mixed and blended as their transformation took a turn for the canine. Short, black-brown fur began sprouting all over their bodies, forming the bridge between them and merging their bodies into one. Their pecs combined, doubling in size while their abs readjusted to the spine that stretched with the combined muscle mass, developing into a full, twelve, highly-defined abdominal muscles. Their legs, twisting against one another, fused into two, mighty limbs that could support their gargantuan weight. Scott, who was on top, felt his world twist until it was perfectly level with Patrick's. His arms remained free, growing in size but attaching themselves right under Patrick's manly shoulders. The fur travelled down their arms, coating every inch and twisting their fingers to become titanic paws that could crush a man's head in a single twist. Their cocks, one tall, proud, red steaming dog cocks with fully formed knots touched and merged, the pink flesh combining and stretching to become a titanic, two foot long monster.\n\nScott pulled away from Rick, his mate.\n\nThey were one now.\n\nSharing the same body. He had control over the lower arms and he rubbed their cock tantalisingly.\n\n\"Welcome to the Pack, Spot,\" Rick said as his face began elongating, a defined, canine muzzle starting to push itself from the flat, human features.\n\nAs a response, Spot ran his long, wet tongue down Rick's muzzle.\n\nBang!\n\nBoth of them turned.\n\nA flashlight swung towards them.\n\n\"What the -?\" Scout Master Benjamin exclaimed.\n\nSpot and Rick shared the same thought.\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 87%**\n\nGary was in absolute heaven.\n\nAt one point in time, the vines had wrapped completely around him and had pinned him against the tree. Several of those beautiful cocks were rubbing against his body, their warm, pulsing members coating him in that glorious, salty pre-cum. One of the larger cocks had pressed up against his ass, slipping in and out, fucking him with increasing pace.\n\nAll the while, three of those plants had shoved their cocks down his throat, cumming in his mouth.\n\nHe drank it all up.\n\nHis mind was a blur.\n\nAmidst the all-consuming pleasure of having those steamy, hot dicks inside him, he could make out images... thoughts... memories that were not his and yet... were quickly becoming his.\n\nAn alien race... evolved from single organisms... All male...\n\nEvolved to be the dominant species on a distant planet by infecting others and transforming them into creatures much like themselves.\n\nThey were connected by a central, psychic consciousness... the Pack.\n\nHe could see them now, the Pack.\n\nThere were so many of them... Huge, seven-foot canines with bulging muscles walking around the camp, planting ideas and suggesting thoughts into the minds of the campers.\n\nAll of them... so sexy...\n\nThey managed their population growth well... Creating breeding pens for the lesser species and when a couple needed to procreate, they would requisition a creature from the pens...\n\nLykans... That was the species' name.\n\nAnd they were highly adaptive.\n\nEvery time they infected someone, that someone's consciousness was added to the Pack and their body would add to the diversity of the Pack and the race as a whole.\n\nThese plants... They were a prime example.\n\nNot a Lykan as such but an extension of Lykan minds...\n\nIt was like every bulb was an extension of a Lykan's cock.\n\nHe could see it now... The plants grew so rapidly because so many new Lykans were joining the Pack!\n\nAnd he would be one of them.\n\nHe moaned, trusting wildly into the air, urging the transformation further and further. He wanted to be part of the Pack so badly! He wanted to mingle in that mighty congregation muscular canines, mind, body and soul.\n\nAnd he wanted to be with his mate...\n\nFreddy... no... Fido.\n\nHis moan transformed into a mighty cry of ecstasy as his entire body shifted. Thick, creamy cum began seeping into his very being, seemingly replacing every blood cell with the Lykan equivalent. As they pulsed through his veins, they expanded every muscle and blood vessel. His ebony skin stretched as the muscles beneath it ballooned and grew. The scant hair on his body\n\nthickened, growing into multiple layers as it became a thick layer of jet-black fur. Juicy, firm pecs replaced his boyish lumps, his nipples hardening at the sheer pleasure of knowing every second drew him closer and closer to the Pack.  \n\"G - G - Gary...\" Fido moaned.\n\n\"It's Grinder now, hun,\" he muttered, barely able to form the words through the multiple cocks in his mouth. A mouth that was twisting and lengthening into a defined, lupine muzzle. He grinned and moaned as his fingers thickened, black claws pushing out from his fingertips. He stretched every part of his body, urging on the transformation.\n\nHis moans grew feverish and his paws stroked his new, foot-long wolf cock with increasing desperation.\n\nHe was so close now!\n\nThe Pack was around him, grinning and stroking their own cocks!\n\n\"Ah-uh-uh-uh-AAAAAAAH!\"\n\nWhat was left of Gary Sorrel was ejected out of Grinder with the copious amounts of cum that shot out of that wolf cock.\n\nAs if sensing their job was done, the plants retreated and Grinder stood up to his full, seven foot height. Just in front of him, bent over and with eyes wide, was a half-formed Lykan. Fido was panting hard and yearning for the transformation but Freddy was fighting back.\n\n\"Need a little help there, hun?\" he asked his mate.\n\nFreddy wanted to say 'no'.\n\nFido wanted to say 'yes'.\n\nFido won.\n\nGrinder moved behind his made and slowly pushed his still-erect cock into Fido's virgin ass. The tightness and warmth made him hard again. Fido moaned and bucked, a large pad of pre-cum splattering against the ground. Grinder closed his huge, muscular arms around Fido, placing his lips lovingly against his mate's expanding neck and drawing a long, loving lick.\n\n\"Don't need to be alone anymore, hun,\" he whispered. \"Your future isn't to be rich and have a trophy wife anymore. You're part of something better now. Something bigger. Come on, Fido... Join the Pack.\"\n\nFido succumbed. He let out a long, lustful moan into the plant he was suckling. His entire body bubbled with growl, muscles building on the scrawny frame. That pimple-scarred face smooth, perfect and delightfully golden as soft, shiny fur began sprouting from every pore. A wolfish grin crossed his features as his ears migrated to the top of his head, flopping down beside his canine face.\n\nFido pulled out from the plant and let out a triumphant howl as the last vestiges of Freddy MacManus was flushed from his body in a torrent of hot, white cum. Fido's body was wracked with the remaining transformations, growing to match Grinder's size and with a long, straight tail wagging out from behind him. Rock-hard abs pressed against Grinder's paws while thick, plump pecs to match his watermelon-sized biceps bulged to greet the midnight air.\n\nBoth Lykans collapsed to the ground, the plants around them wrapped around their intertwining bodies lovingly.\n\n\"Welcome to the Pack,\" Grinder whispered into his mate's ear.\n\n\"Welcome to the Pack,\" the Labrador agreed.\n\n**Location: Camp Gray Wolf  \nInfection Level: 97%**\n\n\"Holy Shi -\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBenjamin never got the chance to finish his cry. The monstrous dog-like creature pounced at him and seized him with all four of its huge, muscular arms. One titanic paw as big as his head was planted firmly around his lips, stalling all cries one arm was wrapped around his chest, pressing him against the thick, tank-like torso. The remaining two tore at his clothing, ripping them right off his body and discarding them aside.\n\nHis naked thighs were forced to press against the massive, throbbing cock. A scent like he had never experience before overcame his senses. As much as he wanted to resist, he was unable to stop the blood flowing down into his cock, yearning for release. When the two heads of the Rottweiler-like creature began assaulting his face with their long, flat, wet tongues, he was unable to control himself.\n\nBenjamin's cry was muffled by the creature's big paw as his cock jerked and spray his seed against the floor.\n\nThe creature's paw pulled away from him and so did the arm.\n\nHe thought he'd fall... maybe hit the massive rod that was nestled between his legs as he went down.\n\nBut he didn't.\n\nHe was stuck there!\n\nWhen Benjamin turned around to see what was holding him in place, a silent scream escaped his lips as he watched the creature's thick, dark fur start crawling up his back, absorbing him into the monster's godly chest!\n\n\"N - No!\" he cried. But all further cries were quickly cut off as his cock began throbbing again. He glanced down and was overcome by both pleasure and fear as his dick began expanding and thickening. New, meaty veins pulsed against the swollen, red meat as the glands merged together, forming a tampering point. Fur the same colour as the creature began gathered around his balls, crawling up to the base of his cock for him a furry sheath.\n\nBenjamin wanted to scream... but he couldn't.\n\nHe was enjoying this.\n\nPart of him was repulsed by this... but another part - two parts actually - loved it.\n\nHis arms wrapped instinctively around the lower arms of the creature and he watched in awe as his pink flesh was consumed by the dark fur of the creature. The biceps of the creature bulged with the added muscle mass and he felt it - them - grow another two feet in height and another foot or so in shoulder width.\n\nHe was joining them... joining the Pack.\n\nWarm, welcoming warmth wrapped all around him as the fur closed around his torso and his head migrated up between the two existing heads, Spot to his right and Rick to his left. Moaning, he felt his face twist and change to match those of his brothers. His cock grew to match the one they already possessed, giving them twice the pleasure as they grasped both in two of their gargantuan paws and began pawing off.\n\nAll the while, Ben turned toward Rick, wrapping his lips around his brother's and relishing the salty taste there. He sensed Spot wanted some attention and pulled away, sharing his love with his brother.  \nThey could sense the Pack's surprise at their merger.\n\nIt was something new... but something exciting. Their pheromones were three times as potent and their cum three times as powerful. Still nothing close to the power of the Alpha but they could easily transform anyone within seconds, overwhelming their mind and implanting the new Lykan consciousness before the humans even realised what was happening.\n\nThis excited them.\n\nBen pulled away from Spot as all three of them howled in joy, their thick, meaty cocks going rigid as gallons and gallons of cum came spraying out and splattering all over the walls. It took an entire five minutes before they collapsed to the ground, exhausted. However, the instant their muscular backsides hit the floor, they could feel their four testicles start churning out the semen again. In the next ten seconds, they were ready to give the same amount of cum as they had just produced.\n\nThey sensed someone was in the kitchen with them and they turned to find Renegade - Chef Briggs - standing just at the kitchen entrance, big, meaty cock in hand and in his true, Lykan form. There was a pool of cum on the floor.\n\n\"Welcome to the Pack, boys.\"\n\n**Location: Camp Gay Wolf  \nInfection Level: 100%**\n\nJim Kauffman was going for senator and if he succeeded, he'd be one of the most powerful men in the United States. He's be standing right next to the next president - if the upcoming election went their way - and he'd have a great influence over the country. The soon-to-be president was a childhood friend, after all.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut he had to be senator first.\n\nAnd he couldn't be senator if news got out that his son vanished in some middle-of-nowhere\u0026nbsp;Scouts camp. The Scout Masters had given no reasonable excuse apart from the fact that he was 'there one second and then gone the next'. If the media got whiff of this, he'd be branded as an incompetent father and his childhood friend would be in the firing range for having him on his team.\n\nJim couldn't get the military to investigate this either.\n\nFirstly, they had their own 'internal issues' to deal with which they refused to tell him.\n\nSecondly, requisitioning the military to search for his son was a waste of taxpayer's money.\n\nHe'd just cop more crap for that.\n\nSo, along with several other dads of several campers, he drove down to the camp in his Land Rover. Jim was going to tear down Camp Gray Wolf and he was going to do it with manpower. He didn't want his wife involved because it'll just turn into a nagging war instead of action. The election was coming up soon and the last thing he wanted was for the women to go gossiping about it.\n\nHe drove up to the Camp's entrance and scowled at the sign.\n\nIt read 'Camp Gay Wolf'. Someone had taken off the 'r'.\n\nWith a roll of his eyes, he parked the car and got out.\n\nThe entire Camp looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Strange, crawling weeds covered every inch of it. Weeds with large, tube-like sacks with two, round fruits hanging from each one. He remembered his son, Patrick, telling him that they were staying in Cabin 6.\n\n\"I'm going to find my son,\" he announced.\n\nThe rest of the dads spread out, looking for their own children.\n\nIf one child went missing, then, naturally everyone wanted their kids out of this godforsaken camp.\n\nJim found Cabin 6 and pushed the door open. He was instantly hit by the hard musky aroma of sex and... and dog?\n\nHe wasn't sure why it made him hard but he persisted.\n\nHe had to find his son.\n\nAs soon as he stepped inside.\n\nWham!\n\nThe door shut behind him.\n\n\"Hey dad.\"\n\nHe recognised that voice... It was deeper than he remembered... huskier... But it was definitely Patrick's.\n\nWhen Jim spun around, the scream that rose in his throat stuck there.\n\nA creature with three, canine heads and with a godly body rose before him, two, monstrous cocks dripping with pre-cum and crossing half the distance between them.\n\n\"P - Patrick!?\" he exclaimed.\n\n\"Rick now, dad.\"\n\n\"Wh - What!?\"\n\n\"You'll find out soon enough.\"\n\nJim heard screams echo throughout the entire Camp but those screams quickly transformed into cries of lust and moans of pleasure. He wasn't sure what was happening!\n\nBut all he wanted was to suck his monster's cock!\n\n\"Welcome to the Pack, dad.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/166918-lykan-invasion-3-adaptation.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/167992-lykan-invasion-5-integration.json"}