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The Gift That Keeps Giving

Chapter 3: Josh, Locked and Loaded

"Holy shit! What the fuck am I looking at?!"

Exclaimed Vinny, standing with eyes gaping at the spectacle before him. He had a naturally obnoxious and higher squeak of a voice, and having more attuned hearing, it was ear splitting. I often wondered if he was locked in a perpetual state of pubescence, the constant crackle of his voice, immaturity, and diminutive stature didn't bode well against that argument.

I wasn't quite finished with my new, well not too new...more refurbished, wolf pup but this prick was certainly deserving of my attention. His constant antagonistic remarks, most recent being the one that lead to my recent changes, didn't leave him in my good graces and I was given directive by Tele to manage the situation. Unlike Andy and myself, I didn't plan to offer Vincent much pleasure to accompany the pain he had coming.

"Andy, go grab the gray box I keep hidden under my bed...you know the one."

I beckoned. Andrew, still panting and whimpering from our unfinished business leapt off my lap without hesitation, what a good boy he is...I'll have to see he's properly rewarded to encourage this behavior.

Vinny tried, and failed, to slam the door but my newfound size and speed made his attempts futile. With one hand I grabbed the door, tight enough that I felt the wood begin to crack within my grasp, and the other I filled with Vinny's track jacket, now firmly locked within my fist.

"You're monstrous freaks. It's bad enough you're both fags, but what even is this?!"

He was doing himself no favors, with each insulting squeal from this pipsqueak I grew in anger and with that anger came a growth in my body mass. Tele had told me my changes were tied to my emotion, the rage building was like a shot of adrenaline in every fiber throughout my body.

"Oh little Vinny, you're going to see how monstrous we are. Andy, did you find the box I asked for?"

"Not yet Sir, I found one of my tennis balls that must've rolled under your bed. Arf! It's rolling away, but I got it...I got it! Arf!"

Letting out a snort of disapproval yet with a hint of admiration for my adorable friend turned lupine pup, I walked Vincent, squirming in my grasp, into the common room of our suite. Jamming the thickened thumb from my free hand in his mouth to gag and prevent him from crying for help.

"You can worry about that ball later, Vinny's got a little pair right here you can knock around in the meantime. Neigh-eigh-eigh-eigh!"

Andy, now on all fours despite being a bipedal werewolf, came sprinting into the common room behind us. No doubt he was excited at the prospect of the play thing I'd just offered him. Silly boy, he still hadn't grabbed the box I wanted. Well, he's definitely in need of some obedience training but, since his mind at the moment is like that of a new puppy, I'll have to practice patience for now.

"Can you keep him still, Andy? Huh, boy? Don't let him move or distract you, I want you to keep him from running off. And if he screams for help, just give him a good bite, okay boy?"

"Arf!"

Andybarked, signifying his understanding of my command. Returning to my shared bedroom, it reeked of my musky odor, but I loved it. You really can't tell how strong a smell is while you're in and accustomed to it, but when you change environment and then return...ooooh boy can you get a good whiff. The haze of it all was intoxicating, almost taking my focus, but I had plans.

Rummaging under my bed I found the box in question. Just an old gray shoe box, whatever brand it once carried had long since faded away, inconspicuously containing my more unmentionable items. I had completely forgot about the ball gag in here, only tried it once and didn't have much care for it...hopefully neither would Vinny. But there, there at last was the item to carry out my plot.

"Ahhh fuck, AHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!!"

I heard Vincent cry from the common area. I returned only to see my impatient lupine friend had grown restless in his need for release and managed to tear off Vinny's sweatpants. Andy was straddling Vincent on the area rug, already beginning to penetrate that little asshole's asshole with the tip of his stiffened red lupine rocket and locked onto his shoulder with a beautiful set of canines.

"Well that explains the progression of his screams. Hehe-eigh-eigh-eigh."

"Sorry...sir, ...I couldn't...couldn't help. Arf! Arf! ...Myself!"

Alndywas going to town on the now sobbing bitch boy beneath him. But I couldn't risk any changes to Vinny before I could implement the instruments I had gathered. To keep him silent, I strapped the ball gag over Vinny's mouth secured behind his head amongst his tangles of shaggy dark hair...a welcome reprieve to anyone within ear reach, enhanced hearing or otherwise.

"Alright boy, get off of him."

Whimpers accompanied by high pitched tones emanated from Andy's canine muzzle, as I clomped over to Vinny's side holding the remaining device in hand.

"Don't worry, it's only for a minute. You remember this don't you?"

I said to Andy who was now sitting patiently, his now 10 inch red wolf cock dribbling pre-cum on the floor.

"Arf! Yeah, that's the Cock Cage I dared you to buy. But it was too big for you before sir. Arghhh, and I think it's too little for you now!"

Andrew, panting, bent down and lapped at his puddle of pre-cum before him on the floor before switching to licking the crimson faucet source directly.

I couldn't contain the devilish grin and look of excitement that immediately overtook my equine-esque visage. I bent down to one knee, feeling my leg muscles tighten and flex in the positional transition, rolled Vinny to his side and removed the remaining scraps of boxers now dripping with urine. No doubt he pissed himself in fear, well good. I felt satisfied in that as I tossed the soaked fragments to the side, only to watch as Andy went dashing after it...sticking his blackened nose in it and sniffing it profusely.

"This, as my canine friend pointed out, was too big for me...and it's certainly far too large to constrain your little pecker in any way. But if my hunch is correct, you'll grow into the pain."

I jeered at Vincent, as he could only respond with disapproving moans and tears. The ball gag working beautifully to contain his protests. The cage loosely fit, as expected, even for a 19 year old Vinny's penis was embarrassingly small.

I recalled back to when Andy, Vinny, and myself were back in High School gym class. He'd had no issue removing his shorts to shower off and reveal to everyone, unknowingly, he had a below average pecker. Funny that he then demanded to see the other guys' packages to compare out of alarm that he didn't measure up.

"There we are...I wouldn't say it fits like a glove, given your unfortunate size, but I'm certain you'll soon wish it was roomier."

Nickering escaped my mouth once again, I just couldn't hold them back. I turned to face Andy, still trying to get to the center of his cherry colored "Tootsie Pop", and gave my permission to let loose.

"Have at 'em boy, he's all yours!"

And with that I plopped down on the recliner, surprised it could support my bulging frame. Andrew leapt at the opportunity. His defined arms supported at Vinny's sides, shifted the non-too eager bottom's rear end into a more accommodating position. Thrusting and dry humping the air, Andy's groin was jerking with virility looking for its mark.

Faster and faster, the wolf-man bucked into Vincent, sounds of panting and painful moans filling the room. The sites and sounds turning me on, I felt my own cock rise and smack against my bulging pectorals begging for attention. I whinnied and began to lick the pre now trickling down around the flair of my flattened phallus head. Almost forgetting the show laid out before me.

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