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It had been several months since the largest Antaris attack on several residential buildings that resulted in the transformations of hundreds of people into hulking monsters that poured out into the streets. While the response was swift, the government had managed to track the terrorist organization to the next city they were going to strike, the sheer size of the attack had taken everyone by surprise. Eventually they found out that the group had managed to hide the serum they used to mutate people into air conditioners that they installed in all the infected buildings, and when that was realized all the buildings were completely sealed off until the effects of the serum could be analyzed. Since all those that were affected had been shipped off to special facilities that could handle their new needs as anthropomorphic creatures there was no need to address the problem until everything was done.

Eventually things returned to normal and any evidence of the Antaris attack was taken to either be catalogued for the investigation or be destroyed to make sure it couldn't affect anyone else. With the threat neutralized the next task was to go through all the affected buildings and clear out the damage that had been caused by all the monsters that poured out of it. Before they had started to rampage through the streets they had went through and transformed all those that were inside the buildings first. That meant a lot of broken down doors and puddles of fluid that had to be neutralized to make sure they didn't contain any residual serum, though by this point most of it had dried out and was considered inert.

Most of the buildings were slated for a complete renovation, which meant that a lot of work was suddenly available for people who wanted to make some extra money. For Frankie it was a chance to try and get a place of his own; not only would he be able to get a pretty healthy paycheck but it was also rumored that those who worked on the buildings would have first dibs on their availability once they were completely finished. It was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned, though he wasn't prepared for the hard work that came with it. Despite it being November it was also still quite warm out and the ill-fitting shirt he used specifically because he didn't mind it getting wrecked was soon soaked with sweat after the first few hours.

As Frankie stopped for a second in order to take a water break he could hear the others that had been on the crew since the beginning chuckle, and as he looked over at them he could see they were looking at him. Even though they quickly averted their eyes he knew they were talking about him, and whether it was because he was slower than them or the fact that he was chubby made him feel self-conscious. Even though there were a number of new people that had been added to the workforce they had all been distributed among the crews so there weren't a bunch of new people slowing down the veterans, and while it made sense it also felt to the newbie that he wasn't pulling his weight. All he could do was keep his head down and continue to do the work as he wiped the sweat from the tan skin of his forehead and breathed heavily through the industrial respirators they all had on.

"Hey, you alright there?" a voice said, prompting Frankie to look up to see a man holding out a water bottle to him. Though he had been introduced to everyone there were a dozen or so people in the group for this apartment building, but he remembered this guy was Alex since he had a distinct red birthmark under his left eye. "First day is always the hardest, especially on a hardcore project like this."

"Yeah, a little more intense than I expected," Frankie replied as he took the cold water. "I feel a little like I'm dragging everyone down." Even though he didn't mean to he couldn't help but look over at the group that he had seen laughing, and when Alex looked over there as well he quickly looked away.

"Ah, don't worry about them," Alex replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "They're lifers, people who have been in the game so long they don't remember what it's like to be new. I've been doing this for a few years now and they still don't consider me to be one of the guys."

Frankie was about to ask more but the foreman came back in and announced that the water break was over and it was time to get back to work. When he finished up the water that had been given to him and was about to leave the foreman pulled him aside and said that he would be working garbage collection for the rest of the day on the fourth floor, which hadn't even been touched yet by the crews. All Frankie could do was nod in reply and take the trash bags that were given to him, though he could hear the snickers of the other men in the crew as the foreman walked away. It appeared that he wasn't going to learn anymore about the renovation business, Frankie said to himself, though he couldn't imagine that garbage collection would be more strenuous than what he had been doing before.

While the rest of the men, including Alex, went back to working on the floor where they were moving the bigger furniture from to clear the rooms Frankie went to the stairwell to go up instead. As he opened the door he could smell the musty odor as piles of beds, carpeting, and other ruined fabrics were dropped down to the main floor. With everything drenched in both cum and the neutralization agent to take care of residual serum everything was slated for the dump, which was a shame since he had seen some nice items get destroyed. After a few months of working here however he would have one of these apartments himself and furnish it himself.

With none of the windows open due to the quarantine and the heat rising from below it had turned the entire floor into a into a giant oven. Frankie had already been sweating up a storm by this point and with the additional water Alex had given him he felt his shirt get wet all over again. It was getting especially bad with the respirator mask on and as he started to lean down to pick up the debris strewn about he took it off. Everything had been doused anyway before they had gotten here and even the foreman himself admitted it was mostly for insurance purposes anyway.

Even with the mask off it was still sweltering as he went to work. He quickly started to trash bag after trash bag with garbage, taking and tossing them down the stairwell with everything else. It took a few hours but eventually he managed to get the entire hallway clean, and though every muscle in his body hurt he knew that he still had to keep going until the foreman went up and got him. Since there was so little time left and he only had a bag left he decided to go and check out one of the apartments. One of the apartments had a door that had been broken open and decided to go into that one, shuddering slightly when the wood shifted and showed off the thick set of claw marks that were inside of it.

The inside of the room didn't fare much better as he looked around once he was inside. It looked as if at least two creatures were inside and had gotten into a massive fight with more claw marks and areas where the wall was bashed in. He knew better however, especially when he noticed that there were dried stains where the damage had been done. It had been an extremely rough romp in the hay, Frankie thought to himself with a small smirk as he made his way through the destroyed apartment. As he idly picked up trash he began to think what it would be like to own this place, once they had come through and gotten everything fixed up.

As Frankie went over to the destroyed sofa he saw that it had been nearly broken in two from the antics of the monsters. When he moved the pieces he saw that the first one was pretty easy to slide out and even though he was setting intensely he thought It show the others that he was able to take the initiative by moving some larger debris out. He took the first piece and slid it out easily enough. He let out a shout and tossed the first piece over the edge, hearing it crash into the pile before he moved on to the second piece.

Can't wait until I'm moving this stuff in, Frankie thought to himself as he took hold of the other armrest and moved it into position, though he wouldn't be dragging anything like was now. All the flooring was being replaced anyway as he started to pull, so there was no worry of damaging carpet or scratching wood now. He managed to get it out a few inches before it go caught on something that he couldn't see though, and as he felt the perspiration dripping down his back he continued to put his back into it to try and get it loose. With one mighty tug Frankie heard a loud rip as the carpet the busted leg had gotten caught on tipped free and took a large swatch of the carpet with it.

Frankie found himself coughing as a cloud of dust had been kicked up from the sudden carpet tear as he got himself up as quickly as possible. He silently hoped that none of those working below him had heard him fall as he went around the piece of couch to see what had happened. As he glanced down at the exposed floorboard he was surprised to find a large white stain in the baseboards themselves, something that he hadn't seen yet while working with the crew. It also appeared to be the source of the strange dust and it suddenly reminded him to put his mask back on before he continued on any further.

It turned out to be a good thing that he did since as soon as Frankie slid the second piece of furniture he met the foreman on the way out. Though his boss warned him not to get too over-zealous with his work and to at least have someone with him to help with the heavier stuff he was told he was doing a good job. Frankie thanked him and was then relieved to find that the day was over and he would be able to go home. He couldn't get out of the sweltering building fast enough and though he had intended on talking to Alex again he didn't see the other man anywhere as the rest of the crew gave him looks as he left.

When Frankie got home he immediately turned on his air conditioner and hopped into he shower after peeling off his shirt. He would have to get something looser next time, he thought to himself as he let the water cascade down his scarred body and wash away the work of the day. They were told that even once they had gotten everything stripped down there was nothing they could do about the heat, though it was supposed to be getting cooler relatively soon and they could open the windows. As he recalled the fact that this whole thing started because of a bunch of air conditioners. At the moment though al he could do was stand there and let the warm water attempt to try and sooth his sore muscles.

But just as Frankie started to feel revived he heard someone slam their fists on the door and heard the one he was staying with shout to not use up all the hot water. Though his friend had been nice enough to let him crash while trying to find a place he was extremely particular in things, which was one of the reasons why he tried to hasten his leaving. Not wanting to cause an argument he quickly soaped up and then washed himself off before getting out. He went to the guest room and got to bed as soon as he could; he still had a night job to go to and wanted to get as much sleep as possible in between them.

The next morning Frankie felt his entire body protest; not only did he have to sit at his night job for a few hours but he only got about six hours of sleep between his shifts. Though it would be two weeks for him to see the results of his hard work in the form of a paycheck he was definitely would pay for it now. Despite the pain he was in he would have to grin and bear it if he wanted to keep this job as he made his way to the apartment building. When he got there he found himself working with the regular crews again and he found himself working with the regular crew once more. Though the others that he worked with continued to scoff at him one thing the new worker found was that today seemed to go better, keeping up with the group he was with better as they pulled furniture out of the first floor just like yesterday. He even managed to help unwedge a particularly large sectional piece that the others had trouble with before lunch was called.

Once again Frankie found himself sweating by the time he sat down for lunch, but with the additional work it seemed to loosen up his muscles. While he still found himself eating alone he didn't feel quite the same animosity that he had gotten yesterday, though he continued to get the occasional look from the others. "Hey, I heard someone is starting to impress the guys over there," the familiar voice of Alex said as Frankie looked up to see him there with his own lunch and bottle of water. "Word on the grapevine is that one of them actually said that you were pulling your own weight."

"Really?" Frankie replied.

"Yeah, well, then he made a fat joke, but progress is progress," Alex said, which turned Frankie's hopeful gaze into a slight frown. Considering they still think I'm just some grunt I think that you're making quite the stride, you might even be invited on full-time at this rate if you're inclined to it."

"Oh, I see..." Frankie stated as he looked down at his lunch. This had never been thought of as a full-time gig for him, but the pay was good and hearing that the others were warming up to him had put things in perspective for him. "I mean, I guess that's good, never thought that this would be a career for me."

"You'd be surprised on what opportunities can sneak up on you," Alex replied as he patted Frankie on the shoulder. "Anyway don't forget to stay hydrated, you keep up the good work and they might relegate someone else to garbage duty in a week or so."

Frankie just nodded and watched the other guy leave, though the sensation that he got from the touch of his hand remained on his shoulder. It was a lingering feeling that was unexpected and as he continued to focus on it he realized in horror that it was causing an entirely different sensation to emerge. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself like that and went back to focusing on his lunch to finish everything he had packed before the end of the break. To his surprise he managed to shovel it all in with minutes to spare and as he was handed more trash bags and sent to the fourth floor he felt his stomach gurgle slightly.

The routine continued like that for a few weeks, though as he continued to work the mornings with the actual crew he found his ability to help them out improving by leaps and bounds. Though he ended every night with his body cramped and his muscles sore it was well worth it as the time for payday came closer. He also felt himself growing stronger with each passing day and as he came to the end of the second week he realized his clothes were starting to become looser. Though he typically never cared to look at himself in the mirror he decided to do so the night before Friday and saw that he had in fact lost a bit of weight from his chubby frame.

That Friday he found himself smiling even as he picked up the last of the garbage from one of the rooms near the end of the day, tossing over the bags he filled along with smaller pieces of furniture he could handle by himself. As he shoved one particularly heavy bag over the railing he heard someone below let out a slight noise of surprise which prompted Frankie to look over. At first he was worried he had startled the foreman but was surprised to see that it was Alex coming up the stairs with an envelope in his hand.

"Thought that I would deliver this to you personally," Alex said as he handed Frankie the slip of paper. "Every pay day the crews tend to end a little early so they can hit the bars early, not my scene though so when the foreman said he would come up to give you the news and your pay I volunteered. Also gave me a chance to come up here to the fourth floor, I heard the worst of the damage is up here since several transformed at the same time."

Frankie nodded and watched the other man go into one of the rooms before he opened his envelope to see the paycheck inside. When he saw the amount his eyes widened in slight surprise; he hadn't done the math based on what the pay rate was since taxes figured into things and when he saw what was left for him it was a substantial amount. His thoughts went back to what Alex had said about this becoming a full-time job for him and with the amount he saw he could quit his other job and still save money for an apartment here. As he folded the check and put it in his back pocket he heard sounds coming from the room Alex had walked into and decided to go in and see what he was looking at.

"Definitely going to take some time to get this place ready," Alex commented when he saw Frankie walk in as he looked around as the apartment that contained the claw marks. "Makes you wonder what they did to cause it all, though I heard the rumors. You hear anything about this Frankie?"

"I mean, only what they put on the news," Frankie replied.

"Yeah, I guess that Antaris group not only turns you into a monster but a horny one to boot," Alex said with a chuckle. "Imagine turning into some sort of beast and that's the only thought on your mind, but I guess it did work to spread that stuff of theirs. Almost makes you wonder if we're going to sprout a tail or something working in this place even with the respirators and neutralizing agent they sprayed this place with."

Frankie found himself just nodding along as he looked as he watched Alex survey the damage. The room was something that he had seen before but as the other man described what happened here it seemed to bring everything into even more detail. The claw marks on the walls, the dried stains everywhere... it was enough to cause a shudder to go down his spine. It was also causing something else to happen as the inherently sexual images that his mind created had caused him to bite his lip to try and distract himself.

Finally Alex just shook his head before he turned and told Frankie that he would be heading home before prompting him to do the same. All Frankie could do was nod and wave off his co-worker who eventually left the room and went down the stairs to the parking lot. Once he was alone he went over towards the window and saw that the only car left in the lot belonged to Alex and it wasn't long before he saw the other man get into it and drive off. That meant he was the only one left... and as the sun began to set Frankie found himself doing something that would have never entered into his mind before.

Frankie let out a sigh of relief as he released the pressure that had been plaguing him ever since those ideas of those creatures having sex had gotten into his head. He had lied to Alex when he had said that he had just heard rumors, more than once he clicked into the articles written about it and saw those that had been transformed. Most of those that were covered were males and had taken to rutting those they converted in the streets as people took video and pictures of the act, and though most had been censored or removed there were a few adult sites where the media remained for anyone to watch. While he had never indulged in anything like that before, his interest mostly in women, he had seen the thumbnails and knew that the creatures were very muscular and very well-endowed.

Without even realizing it Frankie had begun to stroke himself as he leaned against one of the walls, letting out a huff as he remembered one scene he had saw from a previous attack that went after a pride day parade. The men that were affected had been transformed into studly lions with thick cocks that pushed out the skimpy speedos that had already left little to the imagination. Though a number of people had run some had decided to join them and that was what the thumbnail had captured, several nearly naked lion men shoving their cocks into the mouths of those that knelt down before them, their own bodies partially transformed as they remained frozen in that moment. That had been an incident that was contained relatively quickly, given the amount of damage on this wall and the others in the building he could only imagine how much sex the two mutant guys had in this apartment...

As Frankie's eyes opened once more he saw that his hand had become a blur on his own cock as he could almost see the two there with him, watching one of their cocks pound into the tailhole of the other. It was a more erotic scene than he had ever imagined before and it caused his toes to curl in his boots as he continued to lick his lips. His own lust built quickly as he lost himself to the moment, not even remembering he was in an abandoned building as he brought himself over the edge. Had he not braced himself against the wall he would have probably fallen over as his hips thrusted forward and he came hard.

Frankie breathed heavily as the orgasm that came from his self-pleasure session quickly wound down, and when he did his eyes widen in shock as the reality of what he had just did crashed down on him. Not only had he stayed in the building after-hours, though it technically wasn't since everyone left early, but he had just jerked off while inside. The fact that he had been spurred on by creatures that were considered monsters didn't even concern him as he looked at the glistening strands that he had just shot out and were soaking into the carpet. His only saving grace was the fact that everything was already ruined and after he took his boot to try and spread the fluid out he quickly zipped himself back up before leaving himself.

While he sat on the bus he couldn't help but feel strangely uncomfortable, like his clothes had shrunk on him as he attempted to adjust himself. When he tried to shift his shirt around he heard a small rip and looked to see that he had torn it and that the culprit was his nails. He looked at them strangely and saw that they had gotten longer without him realizing it, the tips curving a bit that caused his wardrobe to tear. Though he was already getting looks he decided to pull off his boot briefly and saw that he had somehow ruined his socks too, pressing his finger against the thick nail to find that the end had become slightly jagged.

When he heard someone cough Frankie quickly put the boot back on and ran his hands threw his hair, which he had to brush out of his eyes, and realized just how little he had been taking care of himself. With two jobs running him ragged it was clear to him that other than basic hygiene he had been neglecting things like getting his nails trimmed and his hair cut. As he looked at himself in the reflection of the bus to see just how bad he had let it get he was surprised at how well it framed his face and other features. It made him look... rugged, like someone that belonged more in the outdoors, and as he as brushed his hair back he failed to see that they had become slightly pointed before they were covered once more.

By the time he had gotten back to his friend's place the initial fear of getting caught and fired as well as his lack of self-care subsided, though the former thought continued to linger in the back of his mind as he went to take a shower. He had just gotten his paycheck and had begun to think of possibly making it a career, Fredrick thought to himself with a sigh as he cleaned himself, how could he have done something so stupid? Even though there were no cameras there anyone could have walked in and seen him, especially Alex since he had just left the building anyway. That train of thought had started to lead him back towards the ideas that had gotten him trouble in the first place and even though it had been less than an hour he felt himself become flushed with arousal once more.

Frankie quickly switched the water from hot to cold in order to calm himself down before turning it off completely and stepping out. Once he had wrapped himself up with his towel he walked out of the bathroom and to the guest room, only to stop when he heard his friend call out his name. "Hey Frankie," the other man said as Frankie slowly turned around to look at him. "Listen, do you know how long it's going to take for you to find a place?"

"Well it's going to take at least another month or so before we completely get rid of everything in the building I'm working on," Frankie replied. "Why?"

"Look, I know you I told you that you could stay as long as you want, but I need to have you get out by next week," his friend informed him, causing Frankie to stare back in shock. "I know this puts you out, but I have family coming for an extended stay next weekend for the month and I need the room."

"It puts me out on the streets," Frankie said as he stepped forward, feeling anger rise up inside of him. "You said I would have a few months for me to find a place and then I would pay you back once I got myself settled in."

"Then consider us even," Frankie's friend replied with a sigh. "Don't make this difficult man, at least you got some money to go and get a hotel or something, just take the week and get your arrangements in order." The other man paused and seemed to look him up and down, then just gave him a smirk before he turned to leave. The last glance confused Frankie until he looked down and saw that in his angry approach he had let his towel fall off and expose his naked body.

The irritation at suddenly being told to move was replaced by embarrassment as he grabbed the towel and quickly moved back towards his own room. Normally he would have changed back into his clothes before he had even left the bathroom after taking a shower, yet for some reason he didn't pay it any mind to go out with just a towel. He chalked it up to the stress of working two jobs and his little escapade in the building and was just thankful that it would be an entire weekend before they would come back to it. As he went to the bed and laid naked on the covers however he thoughts turned to the more immediate need of having to try and find a place to live...

The next week had come and gone and Frankie's frustrations grew increasingly prevalent as he continued to work the two jobs while also attempting to hunt for an apartment. Though he had the money from his last job sitting in his bank account the main problem was the reason he was in his friend's guest room in the first place, most of the apartment buildings were full and those that did have vacancies had long wait lists attached to them. It was one of the reasons that attracted him to the renovation job in the first place as his chance to get an apartment in the eventually renovated building. While he could just go to an extended stay hotel it was going to be a drain on his income that he didn't want if he was going to furnish a new place.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when Alex had come up to him while on lunch until he saw a hand wave in front of his face. "Wow, earth to Frankie," Alex said with a chuckle, though when he saw that Frankie still appeared in a dour mood his smile turned slightly. "Something wrong? One of the guys on your crew said you've been giving them all an icy stare this week."

"Oh... it's nothing," Frankie said before he quickly shook his head. "I mean, it's nothing with them. I've been living in my friend's guest room and was hoping to continue to do so until these places were offered to us, but he has family coming over unexpectedly and I'm getting the boot."

"That sucks to hear man," Alex replied. "Last thing you need is to have to worry about where you're going to stay, especially with an opportunity like this coming up fairly soon." Frankie just nodded and for a few seconds the two stood there in silence with Alex in deep contemplation before he spoke once more. "You know, if you don't have a lot of stuff and just need a couch to surf on for a few months I'd be down to help you out."

Frankie felt his spirits suddenly lift as he turned towards Alex. "You will?" Alex asked. "Really?"

"Figure it's the least I can do," Alex said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Just don't tell anyone else, I know there are a few here that are waiting on the same deal you are and I don't need my place turned into a boarding home. Just pitch in a few dollars for gas and food and we'll get you across that finish line."

Frankie couldn't believe what he was hearing; he was less than a few hours from being turned out onto the street by someone he knew for years, and now someone he knew for a few weeks was about to bring him in. While a couch was not the same as the room he had been staying at he would have taken the floor in order to keep a roof over his head as he eagerly accepted the deal. Alex grinned and patted him on the shoulder once more before telling him to meet up at the end of the day so they could pick up his things. Frankie felt his mood lift for the first time in a week and finished his lunch with gusto before returning with the others to continue the day.

Before he could return however his foreman stopped him just as he was about to leave their designated lunch area. "Hey Frankie," the foreman said as he motioned with his hand to follow him. "I would like to have a chat with you quick, why don't you come up here to the fourth floor with me."

The elation that Frankie felt quickly turned to fear as they started to head up towards the fourth floor. The foreman didn't say another word as they walked up and for Frankie every step felt like a lead weight was forming in his stomach. Had they somehow figured out what he had done up there and was about to fire him? It didn't seem likely since an entire week had passed but didn't know what else it could be as he was brought up to the next floor before the foreman stopped him.

"I just wanted to bring you up here to give you this," the foreman said as he handed Frankie an envelope, one that he thought might have been his pink slip until he opened it and read the paper inside. "You've been progressing much faster than our other new hires and we have to say that with the amount of stuff you've managed to clear on this floor alone it's been downright impressive. My boss wanted to give you this offer of full-time employment so that you could have the weekend to think about it, and if you agree we'd also like you to be in charge of clearing out the rest of this floor."

The sudden reversal of what Frankie had thought he was in for threw him for a loop and found himself speechless for a few seconds before he regained his composure. "This entire floor?" Frankie repeated as he still found himself stunned. "By myself?"

"Well we'd allow you to have someone else come up with you to move the heavy stuff, but essentially yes," the foreman said with a chuckle. "The others said that you practically tore up an entire carpet by yourself, fittings and everything, and dragged it to the stairwell. That's pretty impressive by itself, and since you don't have much experience on the next phase of the renovation we figured you could put those destructive skills to use up here while they focused on the rebuilding effort."

Frankie was at a loss for what to say as he continued to look down at the letter. Not only would this give him health and other benefits but would also give him a pay bump, and if he couldn't quit his other job before he definitely could on this one. That plus being offered a place to stay with Alex made everything almost seem too good to be true. The foreman told him to think it over and to finish out the day continuing to clear out the rooms on the fourth floor.

The rest of the day flew by like a blur and when quitting time was finally announced Frankie had just finished hauling an entire loveseat to the stairwell before flinging it over. He hadn't realized just how strong this place had made him and as he flexed one of his arms a bicep he had never seen before pushed up the tanned skin and caused him to grin. The mood of his day had turned around so much that he wondered if this was some sort of dream, or maybe just a cruel, elaborate prank that was being played on him. At the end however he walked down from the fourth floor to find Alex waiting to help him pick up his stuff.

After one last farewell to his friend he took the suitcases that he stored his stuff in and went to Alex's place, which turned out to be another apartment complex that was a few blocks away from the one they were working on. It was definitely small and when he looked at his new temporary roommate Alex said that he was also planning on taking advantage of the offer of new housing himself. It was probably why he was so empathic to his situation, Frankie thought to himself as he got out of the car and brought his stuff up. Despite being very cozy though it seemed like a comfortable place and had the aforementioned couched sitting in front of a big-screen television.

Alex allowed Frankie to get situated as he went to the bathroom to shower, Frankie heading towards the air conditioner to try and relieve himself of the heat for the day. Despite it growing cooler he found himself still getting very hot to the point where he wished he could have taken off his shirt while he worked. Ever since his accidental exposure to his friend though he hadn't even looked at himself in the mirror and had remained covered-up as though to try and prevent it from happening again. It also hadn't helped that his libido was on an unusually high crest to the point he would relieve himself before he went to work everyday, something that he wasn't sure he was going to be able to do in such cramped quarters.

It didn't take Frankie long to set everything down and put his suitcases somewhere they wouldn't get in the way, and as he waited he decided to turn on the television until Alex was finished. He had just gotten done figuring out how to turn it on when he heard the bathroom door open once more. "Alright, you can go," Frankie heard Alex say. "Nice thing about this place is the hot water rarely runs out."

Frankie was about to respond when he got off the couch and turned to see the other man wearing only a pair of gym shorts to cover him. With everything on display he found Alex to be skinnier than he had thought, though as he moved around and got things to make dinner he did see that the muscles he did have were quite toned. As he continued to look at him he felt his work pants start to tighten and when he realized what was happening he grabbed the towel he had brought with him and covered himself up with it before darting to the bathroom. He wasn't sure if Alex had seen him but didn't want to risk looking back as he quickly closed and locked the door before letting out a sigh of relief.

That feeling quickly evaporated as he looked down at himself, and even as the haze of lust left him he could see the fabric of his pants practically straining and causing a sizable bulge. While most men would be proud of such a thing the problem was that he wasn't that big... at least he didn't think he was as he reached down and undid his pants. What flopped out after he pulled them down was not what Frankie expected; his normally small member had grown to at least a six or seven inch beast that was probably twice the thickness. It almost looked too big on his body, and when he gave it a squeeze he stopped when he saw his nails had turned black.

At first he thought that he had gotten them caught in a door or something and didn't realize it, but when he examined them more closely they were a uniform black instead of the bruised coloration he was thinking about. He quickly stripped down the rest of the way and saw that his toes had undergone the same treatment and stuck out a clear inch past what they were supposed to. His boots had been bothering him the last few days, he thought to himself, was this possibly the cause? As Frankie examined himself though he wasn't even sure what would cause such a thing as thick black nails, or the growth of his cock as he once more looked down at the twitching member.

Suddenly Frankie realized that he was standing naked in another man's bathroom and quickly went to take a shower like Alex thought he was doing, trying not to look down at himself in order to contain the new length between his legs. When he went to shampoo his hair he realized it had grown longer than the last time he had checked on it and remembered that he had thought before he needed a haircut. This was much longer than that though and as he ran his hands down his neck he could feel it had grown there too. The wet hair was practically around his shoulders as he used Alex's soap to wash off before ending the shower and getting out.

As he looked down at the pile of clothing he discarded he cursed mentally when he realized he had forgotten his clean clothes, and with the memory of flashing his friend vivid in his mind he decided to lean out and ask if Alex could get him his stuff. He heard the other man say it was no problem and about a minute later was handed his only pair of gym shorts and that was all. Though Frankie frowned at the lack of clothing given to him he decided to wear it for now and then get the rest of his stuff later. As he put on the shorts he could almost feel his cock flopping against his thigh and sighed as he adjusted himself and walked out to the living room to get the rest of his clothes.

"Hey man, what's this I hear about you getting that offer?" Frankie heard from the small kitchen area, turning to see Alex grinning at him as he motioned towards a bottle of alcohol that was in the middle of the table. "We have to have a drink to celebrate! You are taking the offer, right?"

"I'm... not quite sure yet," Frankie replied as he turned to slowly approach the table and look at the glass that had been poured for him.

"Hey, there are not a lot of opportunities out there for something like this," Alex said as he leaned forward. "Even if its only temporary for you I would hop on that offer as soon as you can, especially if you want to be the first in line for those apartments once they open up."

Frankie found himself wavering as he looked down at the drink, then at the smiling face of the other man. He had been considering taking the job and with what Alex said if he wanted a place he would benefit from being a full-fledged member of the crew. "I mean, I guess it would work for me," Frankie finally stated as he grabbed the glass. "Yeah, why not, I'll take the job."

"Fantastic," Alex said as he leaned forward and clinked their glasses together, then prompted Frankie to down the liquid while he did the same. "C'mon, sit down and tell me, I already ordered a pizza when I realized that I didn't actually have any food around here."

There was a pause as Frankie considered the options, though as he continued to stare at Alex he saw that the other man had leaned forward in order to pour him another drink. The discovery that he had made while in the bathroom quickly evaporated from his mind as he found himself sitting down when prompted to as he grabbed the full glass. Unlike their first toast he was told to sip this time as he told Alex about being brought up to the fourth floor before being handed the piece of paper. He nearly made the strong alcohol come out of the other man's nose when he stated that he thought he was going to get fired instead of promoted.

"So the entire fourth floor, huh?" Alex said as he poured yet another round for the two of them from the rapidly emptying bottle, his words slurring slightly as he leaned back in the chair. "Looks like you got your work cut out for you. What were you doing that got them to do that?"

"Just said I was really good at tearing stuff up," Frankie replied as his fingers bumped against the glass before taking it. He was normally not a drinker but couldn't say no to the one that had brought him in, though he was rapidly starting to feel the effects of the strong liquor. "They said I could bring someone in to help with the heavy lifting though."

"Wouldn't mind taking the day away from those guys to work with you," Alex said with a lopsided grin as he got up from the chair, holding onto the table for a second. "Though you wouldn't need it." There was a moment of pause and as Frankie watched the other man sway he wondered if Alex was about to throw up or fall over, but instead he just leaned in with a dour look on his face.

"Can I say something and not have you be angry?" Alex asked, Frankie just nodding as the haze of the alcohol continued to settle in. "When I first saw you I thought that you were going to wash out in the first week like the others, you didn't seem to have the build for this kind of work and I saw you struggling. But you've really shown me and the other guys, and man... you are hairy..."

Hairy... that was not something that Frankie was expecting to hear from the other man's mouth, but when he looked down at where Alex was staring at his chest he saw that there was a dark layer of fuzz that had spread over his chest. It was almost as jarring as the fact that his pudgy stomach had all but disappeared, replaced with a flat stomach that also had a layer of hair growing over it. At the discovery of the sudden growth he ran a hand down it and found it to be surprisingly soft, as though he had just pet a dog. As he looked at the spots where it didn't grow due to the scars he jumped suddenly as he found another pair of hands join his and start to rub him up and down.

"Whoa, hey..." Frankie said, huffing slightly from the stimulation that came from someone else touching him as he looked up at Alex.

Alex promptly leaned back and staggered more, this time catching onto the couch as Frankie got up to try and catch him if he fell. "Sorry about that," Alex said with an uncharacteristic giggle as he straightened himself back up. "Don't know what I was thinking, if I was back in the service they would have ran me right out of the barracks for doing something like that."

"It's alright," Frankie quickly replied as he moved over to the couch in order to try and hide the growing bulge in the front of the gym shorts. "You were in the military?"

"Yeah, up until a couple of years ago," Alex said as his drunken mind latched onto the subject, the look of embarrassment on his face turning to a grin once more. "Man, the stories I could tell you..."

Alex joined Frankie on the couch, which kept them away from the liquor to prevent Alex from continuing to pour rounds, and the military man began to tell him a few stories from his time there. After being startled by the sudden touch everything felt like it was back to normal, though the alcohol was quickly catching up to Frankie too as more than once he had to steady himself on the cushions to keep from falling over. It was nice to have a friend, he thought to himself as he watched Alex's hand movements get more and more animated with each tale, and his drunken mind wondered if he had stumbled upon something good here. As the two continued to sit opposite one another though there was another feeling that had started to suffuse through his body as well, one sparked by the touch of his furry chest that lingered even after the moment had passed.

"Man, I had this one drill instructor who was a real pill," Alex said with a laugh as he sat back. "He had a real thing about making sure your boots were shined even if you had just went through a mile in the mud. If he was doing the morning rounds and caught you without them he'd make you do push ups with his boots right in front of your face, made you touch them with your nose each time and if you didn't he'd push them right up into you."

To emphasize the point Alex took his bare feet and pushed them up towards Frankie's face as he continued to rant. "These are what real men's boots look like!" Alex said in a fake gruff voice. "You're lucky I don't wear yours and make you lick them clean to teach you a lesson!"

As Frankie stared at the feet in front of him and felt the calves of the other man rest against his thighs he suddenly found himself leaning forward and giving both soles a long lick. Even though he realized what he was doing partway through he didn't stop until he had gone from heels to toes, and the second his tongue stopped making contact he leaned back in horror at what he had done. He could see the surprised look frozen on Alex's face and was about to recoil back while drunkenly stammering a reply when he noticed something that caused him to pause. The other man was wearing the same loose-fitting gym shorts that he was and they had also started to tent just like his did under his hands that attempted to try to hide it.

There was a deafening silence between the two of them as Frankie found himself waiting for what Alex had to say, and to his surprise he saw the other man give him a smile. "Looks like you got me back for the whole chest thing," Alex stated, which prompted Frankie to breathe an inward sigh of relief. "Don't answer if you don't want, but do you like guys?"

"I... um..." Frankie wavered, the haze of alcohol on his mind and all the blood flow going somewhere else making it hard for him to think. Alex had been incredibly blunt about asking him a question that had been on his own mind for a while now, and eventually he found himself swallowing hard before nodding. "I had never thought it before, used to just like women, but... I think I am..."

"Nothing wrong with playing for both teams," Alex said with a laugh before he shocked Frankie yet again by suddenly pulling down his shorts to reveal his half-hard cock. "Nothing wrong with messing around, just two guys having fun."

Frankie found himself unable to look away from what had been presented to him, and though somewhere in his mind he told himself that this was because of the alcohol he felt a surge of desire unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if seeing a willing partner had caused the dam that held back the lust to break and he found himself crawling past the feet he had just licked to initiate this whole thing to move towards it. He could feel his body quivering in anticipation as he got closer to that throbbing shaft, licking his lips as he heard Alex tell him to put that tongue of his to work. Any thoughts of what this might do to his living situation or friendship after the booze had worn off were quickly forgotten as he stuck his tongue out and licked against the other man's member.

The couch shifted slightly from Alex jumping in pleasure from the stimulation as his maleness surged with growth, stiffening the rest of the way as though to try to get into the mouth that hovered over the head. Frankie found himself growing bolder with every moment and let it push past his lips, which drew out a moan from the other man as it entered into his mouth. He had never done anything like this before, but as he continued to slide out his tongue to lick down the shaft it felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to do. The only worry that kept cropping up in his mind was whether or not Alex was actually into it, though as he felt a hand press against the back of his head and encourage him to slide down further it appeared to be unfounded.

It didn't take long for Alex to orgasm as he pumped his hips upwards, Frankie holding onto the sides of the other man to keep himself steady as he felt the other man tense. For the first time ever he tasted the seed of another guy as the hand on his head kept the pulsating member throbbing inside of him, causing him to wiggle slightly. As Frankie remained pressed against Alex's groin his mouth began to feel strange, like his eye teeth were rubbing against the sides of the sensitive flesh and his lips were thicker. At first he thought it was a hallucination brought on by the alcohol but as Alex came down from his orgasm he commented to be careful with his teeth before slowly pulling out after he was finished.

When Alex had released the hair he had been grabbing onto it allowed Frankie to pull back and flop against the other end of the couch. As he looked up at the ceiling everything still felt strange, moreso even than with the alcohol coursing through his system and the pleasure that came from giving another guy a blowjob. It felt like his entire body was back in the shower or in a rainstorm and his fingers and toes started to flex involuntarily. It brought his mind back to the discovery he had made in the bathroom, but before he could look at his hands he felt a set of fingers grab the waistband of his shorts. In a matter of seconds they were pulled off with a yelp and he looked down to see that Alex had gotten between his legs just like he had done moments before.

"Damn, you're a big one," Alex said as he wrapped his fingers around the throbbing shaft, which was still fully erect, and looked up at him with a lopsided grin. "I figured it's only fair that I return the favor again."

Alex definitely seemed to have the same mindset about guys, Frankie thought to himself as he watched the other man start to lick and stroke his shaft. It was actually a relief to him that he hadn't just done something to his new roommate that they weren't going to wind up regretting as he found himself moaning slightly. He also seemed to be more experienced in such things as he was able to get him to start writhing in pleasure against the couch even before he had put the entire head into his mouth. Part of the reason why he didn't take the entire thing was a size issue as well as Alex eventually did start to push down his mouth onto it and got a few inches before his lips were completely stretched.

Despite his best efforts Frankie found himself orgasming hard rather fast, causing Alex's eyes to widen when he suddenly blew his entire load practically down his throat. Some of it leaked out past his lips and onto his groin and after the first surprise jet Alex pulled off and the rest of it landed on both their chests as well as the couch. As Frankie panted hard he found himself embarrassed and apologized for making such a mess, but Alex just wiped the excess fluid off of his chest and said it wasn't the first time it happened. After a quick clean-up with Frankie's towel he said he would clean up the rest later and staggered off towards his bedroom before closing the door.

With Alex retiring for the night Frankie found himself making his own bed on the couch, though he did find some blankets that had been likely set aside for him while he showered. Still under the effects of a pleasure-filled and drunken haze he just tossed the pillow on one side and wrapped the blanket around him before he flopped down on the stained cushions to sleep. Despite the events that just happened which his brain wanted to unpack he quickly found himself being pulled down into the depths of darkness for the night. The one thing he did recognize just before he closed his eyes for the night though was that despite being a full couch he could almost touch both armrests.

The next morning however Frankie awoke with a snort to find that his head was practically hanging upside down as he opened his eyes. His shoulders were pressed against the armrest and as he pulled himself up he saw that his blanket had been pulled up and his feet were poking out from the other side... except they no longer looked like his feet as he wiggled the claw-tipped toes. At first it looked like he had a really bad skin problem but as he brought them closer he saw that they were covered in bright green scales as two of his toes had started to merge together. As he gasped he could hear that his voice had changed too and when he put his fingers, which were also tipped with clearly animal-like claws, against his face he found the flesh there was swollen like he was having a severe allergic reaction.

With the alcohol no longer in his system Frankie immediately began to panic. This was more than just being overworked and not taking care of himself, especially as he pulled the covers off of his naked body to see that the light layer of fuzz had grown into a thick layer of unmistakable fur. The fat pads that had remained on his body were also almost completely gone and gave way to a more muscular build that was also reflected in his limbs, which the fur covered most of except for his forearms and shins down that had patches of scales instead. As he continued to stare at himself in pure shock he couldn't help but notice that his cock had grown even larger and the flesh had turned an ebon black, and as it began to twitch he remembered what happened last night.

Almost as if on cue the door to the bedroom slammed open and an equally naked Alex rushed out of it. As Frankie sat himself up on the couch to see better he immediately noticed that the other man's member was a bright red with a tapered tip that jutted out from his body and that bright white fur surrounded it that trailed upwards towards his chest. He also seemed to have grown some muscle in the night as the trail of thick fur traveled up his stomach and had spread over his chest, and as Alex looked at him in a mixture of confusion and shock patches of white could also be seen on his face as his lips and nose were darker in nature. Before Frankie could say anything though Alex took his leg and brought it up onto the armrest to show him the almost comically large wolf paw that was attached to his leg.

"What the hell is happening to me?!" Alex shouted as Frankie's mouth hung open in shock.