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Transforming Relief

Latex Werewolf

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Roland Latore Speed

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Bryan sighed, settling in at his camp, the warm summer air licking at his skin. He had to be careful of the bugs and other wildlife out there, camping in the wilds, but he still wore only a T-shirt and blue jeans, loose and tough enough to bear through some hiking and camping. It had been a rough time working on the new pipeline, and he was glad to have some rest at long last, though it most certainly felt as if it had been an exceedingly long time coming.

“Sheesh…"

He ran his hand back over his hair, fluffing it up, though the brunette looked almost black in the darkness, firelight flickering and dancing, casting long shadows across his campsite. How was it that he had been so caught up in things, not able to take time off? They hadn't set things up well there and, whereas that should have been the fault of his employer, well, it had ended up as Bryan's issue, working overtime.

But he didn't have to worry about that anymore, not as he sat on a fallen log, which he had deliberately set his tent and fire up nearby, rubbing behind his ears, the lines of tension that had ringed his skull for so long. There, it was tranquil. There, it was soft. There, he could breathe again. Finally, he smiled, leaning back on his hands, looking up to the full moon above, the stars twinkling so very high in the sky, having no care for human worries and troubles.

It helped him to think that the world was so much bigger than him, that all the problems that he had down there, in the end, didn't matter at all. Bryan didn't want them to matter, even if they plagued him, for that would have given them greater weight and meaning than he wanted to. He didn't want to worry about the world, not even if he was in what he considered to be his first “real" job that wasn't retail or being a waiter. Those had been just to learn the gigs, to work out workplace norms and all that. The real world where he had to work for a living, well…it was a lot more work than even those part-time jobs.

Something stirred inside him, but, releasing tension into the solitude of the forest, pine trees rising protectively around him, safe where he was. But he did not pay due attention to the push inside him of something awakening, something that could never again be put back in the box from which it had emerged.

Bryan grunted, rubbing the back of his head. Something was different, his breath catching, though standing and shifting his weight about, trying to shake the strange feeling, didn't seem to do what he wanted it to. He muttered to himself, looking back over his shoulder and brushing at his back, thinking that a bug had landed on him.

“What the heck…"

It was not a question that he expected an answer to, though his hands itched and ached strangely, his nails feeling heavy. He remembered that feeling from the time that he had put black polish on for Halloween, oddly disconcerting when he had not considered that he could be so sensitive to such a small thing, and stretched his hands out before him.

“Oh!"

He would have been embarrassed to be so caught off guard if anyone had been there to see him, but he was fortunate that he was out on his own, even if…something was happening. Fear did not sink its hooks into him, though he still stumbled backwards, his nails much darker than they had been, shiny as if they had been dipped in a clinging liquid. They pulled into claws, as if he was wearing gloves that gleamed in the light of the moon, reflecting its soft glow, and he wiggled his fingers curiously, his mind still trying to catch up to what was happening to him.

Not that it was going to do him any harm, of course. No… Bryan was perfectly safe there, not with anything to fear or worry about, groaning softly as the changes rolled through him, the pain slipping from his temples. That was better, at least, and he leaned into the blissful release, his hair thickening up, the weight of it obvious on his head. He panted softly, tongue flickering back and forth within his mouth, playing along his teeth, though they itched oddly too and he didn't too much want to have such a sensitive piece of flesh running around them, not then.

He'd understand later.

“Ooof…"

Bryan grunted softly, his forehead widening, ears tickling as they pulled up a little, the soft skin pulling into a more pointed shape, though the rippling pull of the transformation wrapping itself around him cooled him, calmed him. It was like sinking into a pool, out there in the middle of the forest, that he knew held no ill will towards him, feeling the liquid close over his head and knowing that he was going to emerge a changed man.

Well, not quite a man after all that, but that wasn't something for Bryan to worry about.

He panted more heavily, his tongue flattening out, becoming more agile within his mouth, though he pulled on all the boldness that he could as the coolness within him drew into something more tantalising. It was intoxicating, not knowing what was happening and yet stepping into it, changing without fear, though his lips stretching a little, coming back over a new, longer jaw, bit by bit, stopped him from smiling as much as he did. His teeth, however… That much he could tell what was happening, poking at them carefully with his tongue as the ones at the front became more like his canines, lining his mouth with them.

Bryan should have understood then what was happening, but it didn't matter. Not as he rounded his shoulders, panting and grunting, a hand coming up to push at his chest as his skin bubbled and shifted. His fingers dripped with black that clung to his skin, though it was more as if it was becoming his skin, fusing with him perfectly as it ran up his hands, to his wrists, creeping higher and higher. And yet that was not the most stringent thing to happen to him so far, not as his chest rose, swelling out and forward to fill his T-shirt.

“Unff… Wait…"

But there was no time to wait, not as something that he could not have expected pressed out into his T-shirt, straining at the fabric, the taut pull of it over his chest becoming more and more urgently. He rushed, trying to take it off, but his T-shirt ripped straight down the front in a ragged line, strands of fabric clinging to one another in a helpless attempt to remain connected and whole, not leaving him any time to act.

Breasts. There should never have been breasts there, not on a man as comfortable in his own skin as Bryan was, but, well, he could not refute them either way, letting out a short bark of exhilarated laughter. His hands danced around them, not knowing how to touch, where to touch, not even as dark nipples formed, the rippling pulse of his skin moving as if he was being moulded by a giant, unseen hand.

With the full moon above, his change could never have set aside, even if Bryan would not have wanted it to, not after he came to see his true form and body. However, he might have been a little more careful about hiking in the area after the dormant volcano had erupted, affecting the hydrocarbon fields with its renewed volcanic activity. There had been strange happenings there, but, as caught up in work as he had been, he hadn't paid them any mind, not after checking, of course, that the volcano was not showing any signs of erupting again. Being that he had been in the area, also labouring around petroleum, for the last six weeks too, it should have been obvious that had received an overdose of the supernatural properties that had come to that area.

Yet that was something to be seen later, as he turned his hands over with wonder, teeth sharpening, taking note of the “pads" that formed on his hands, like those of a wolf. Across the palm and up on the fingers, giving them a sense of shape that was both animal and human at the same time, though he could not bring any sense to it. All he could do was moan softly, trying not to be too loud but also failing to contain himself as his breasts swelled forth, now that the barrier of his T-shirt had been stripped away.

To be free…yes… That was how it felt, coming free in beastly corruption, though all was as it was meant to be.

He groaned, toes aching, though he didn't get the chance to kick his shoes off, the tougher hiking boots tearing through as black claws ripped through them as if they were cheap and not meant to last. His toes grew, pushing up as if he was standing on them, though his shoes were too restricting, shifting his weight, trying to shake them off, though his feet were growing so quickly that he couldn't get rid of them. Not, at least, until his feet ripped entirely through them, tearing the ankle and rendering them to nothing but shreds, even as the tight grip of them aggravated his nerves.

“Grrrrrrfffff…"

He didn't know what sounds he was making, not as he gnashed his jaws, shuddering from the itching, aching sensation of his teeth growing, larger and longer. They pulled into more canine shapes, the incisors and molars slower than his natural canines to form the new shape, though it was strange, very strange. As if his bone was re-shaping itself, he grunted, rocking his hips forward, another push of sensation from lower down his body demanding attention.

And yet where was Bryan to put that attention at any given time? He licked his lips, starting as a dark tongue flickered out inside, dripping as if clad in…latex? With the black shine of his hands and feet too, toes curling as the claws grew larger and longer, pushing down into the earth to cut it up and give him more grip, it reminded him of latex, yes, but also the oil that he had worked with daily. In a way, though he panted heavily, it was intoxicating, dragging his eyes down his body, some pieces of fabric still connected over his growing breasts, though they were barely hanging on by that point. His shirt split over his shoulders too, revealing the swell of muscle that he had not yet noticed. And yet there was so much to notice, his attention yanked first one way and then the other, his transformation comfortable and still something difficult to bear through.

“Nnnnggghhh…"

He couldn't help but groan, licking the shiny latex of his lip, some part of him revelling in the sensation, even though he didn't know why. His shaking hands gently brushed his breasts, but he didn't want to be too rough, in case the claws cut through, for that, to say the least of it, wouldn't be comfortable at all. The latex claws, however, were soft, even though he had expected sharpness, comfortable in the new skin as he heaved and panted, straining to rise through the bulging of new muscles.

He didn't want to resist it. That much Bryan knew and was happy with, for there was no pain, not even as his face cracked and popped with new bone growth, slowly stretching out into a muzzle. His nose flattened, becoming more dog-like, canine, all in a way that he was familiar with from pets that he'd had in the past, though he didn't believe, kind of, that it was happening to him, that his body was becoming, a way, like that. The only way that Bryan could recognise himself was in piecing together little things, little details, even as he let out a bark of rough laughter that sounded both lighter and coarser than his voice had been before.

The perspective he took of the world too had to change as he pressed up, breaking through his shoes and kicking off the remains of them, though Bryan was far from steady on his feet. He tried to mutter under his breath, though his throat tightened too as it thickened, flesh rippling and pulsing, trying to match up to every change in him at once. His jeans felt tight, too tight, but that was just the new muscle, he thought to himself, which wasn't a bad thing. He'd coveted that look, once upon a time, struck by the sudden need to tip his head back and howl.

But that wasn't something that he should do, was it? Maybe he would have been more fearful if he had not leaned into it so much, if it had not come without a lick of pain. Pain was one of the main places that fear came from when it came to him and, when there was none, it simply didn't tap into that part of his mind, which was at least something that he could be grateful for.

His jeans, however… They did not last. Not as his thighs thickened up like tree trunks, muscle defining itself, more and more of the shiny, latex stuff pouring over him, dripping and smoothing out into latex skin. The jeans split and fell away from him, though his underwear pulled forward from his crotch too, a little note that he did not pay mind to, not even then. Something pushed from the base of his spine and he rocked into it as a latex-clad tail, not furry or fluffy at all, grew slowly, his spine giving him the impression that it was stretching – which it was, in fact, doing. He groaned deep in the back of his throat, panting heavily, tongue then lolling out, but he still could not control himself, not as lust ached so very deeply through.

Lust? Oh, that was new, a little different, his breasts darkening with the oily drip of latex, swelling out big and full, wider together than his torso was. Yet he didn't even feel as if they were too much for him to bear and carry, perfectly perky with thick, dark nipples that stood out from his breasts as if they were reacting to the chill in the air.

“Nngghhh," he groaned. “Yes… Oh…"

He might not have known what he was saying “yes" to as his jaw popped and became more canine-like, smoothing out, the nostrils puckering and flaring for him to more obviously drag in breath, but he didn't care. It felt too good as the last shreds of his clothes ripped – the outer layer, at least – and he panted, flexing his arms to show off to himself the definition in his biceps and triceps, muscle even bulging down his forearms too.

His face… It was not dog-like, but wolf-like, though perhaps that was a transformation that truly was best suited to the gleaming full moon high above. His tail flicked back and forth, about a foot and a half long, trying to grow further, though he had to keep all in check still, to check in with himself as he tipped forward, feeling more comfortable with his knees bent a little. After all that, his centre of balance was off and he growled, licking his lips again, running his tongue around his sharp teeth, repeatedly, muzzle crunching lightly as the bones moved around the corner of his jaw, strengthening his bite.

Oh, yes…

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He chuffed a low laugh, licking his lips, the beast within slipping free.

A werewolf… Yes, he rather liked the thought of that, even as he stroked his breasts, running his hands down to his stomach and the rising definition of abdominal muscles, the latex skin of his face settling over the new muzzle. His teeth fit more easily into the shape of it, for which he was grateful, though there was more still to come.

“Unff… Graagrgh!"

He howled, snarling, hair layered thickly around his head, ears tugging up and twitching back and forth, though it did not feel as if he yet had control over them. They tried to catch the sound of his transformation, latex pouring over his skull, his eyes, changing the way that he viewed the world. Suddenly, the firelight seemed too bright and the darkness beyond it soothing, able to see further and in greater detail, down to the layering of moss around the bases of the tree trunks and the lines in the age-old bark.

His underwear, however, could not contain the beast within as his shaft swelled, but that was not purely from arousal, not even then. He growled deeply, lapping at his lips even as a salacious, truly lustful grin, pulled at his lips. Yet there was more happening to his body too, something pulling up inside him behind his swelling, dropping balls, which weighed heavily, seeming to pull out into the hold of the latex to fill it.

There was so much cum churning inside too as he bared his teeth in a hedonistic smile, a smile that would not have suited him if he had still had a human face. His hair spilt, growing from the latex skin, down the back of his neck, the muscle of his shoulders even bigger and thicker than it had been before, his neck wider, forming a triangular shape where it met his torso, as if he had spent much more time than he had working out. And yet he had not, not as his cock bloated out, swelling into a more animalistic shape, ballooning at the base.

It was so thick that he could not help but run his hand along that cock, thickening up to a good four times its previous size, the knot becoming more obvious at the base as he took on the werewolf form that had been lurking inside him for so long. Yet it had to all come out, one way or the other, grunting and heaving, tipping his muzzle forward as he eyed his own body with evident lust.

He wanted it, pumping his cock with one hand, though the bones in the back of his hand too felt more defined than before. In fact, everything felt more defined, even though he had not been in bad shape at all before. Even thick veins plumped up along the length of his cock, showing exactly where the blood was drawn down it, needing every pulse and pump to stay as hard and as engorged as it was. He groaned, rolling his head back, his hips rocking, the fat knot at the base plumping up more and more, so big that it must surely have been impossible for it to sink into another body. Or was it? Maybe he would get the chance to try it out…

Still, the one thing that he could not see on his body was felt inside, his balls shifting a little further forward – only minutely – where the skin pulled taut inside him. There was something more there, a female sex pushing up inside him, forming a passage and soft, latex folds, though it was discreetly tucked behind his balls. If he didn't want it to be seen, no one would see it, bearing witness only to the throbbing might and meat of his cock, how thick pre-cum already spilt from the tip. Growling, he tapped the knot, feeling how his orgasm squirmed and shifted inside him, his body bringing to life a part of him that never again would he ever want to be without, something that made him not male and not female, not quite, either.

That was something to be worked out.

From that point on, Bryan could not consider himself to be male, not anymore – not when he was in his werewolf form, at least. She… Yes, she was both, but the change in pronouns settled over him like a liquid cloak, a sense of belonging seeping into her. Her tail wagged, lifting proudly, helping her balance, settling into her body.

That was what she'd needed. All of it was so very much what she needed, curling her toes and claws into the damp grass, grunting and heaving, letting the final ripples of her transformation settle over her. In a way, the transformation felt like coming home again, like settling down onto the sofa after a long drive, as if everything, from that point on, was going to be okay.

She stood tall, ripping away the final shreds of her clothes where they had rested around her midriff and her thigh, tenaciously clinging on as if they were even needed anymore. That was laughable and the latex werewolf ripped them away, snarling through her solid, sharp fangs. Even the strength in her jaw was something she wanted to relish in, attention drawn downward as her loins tightened and her cock throbbed, dripping with need. Only, the pre-cum that drooled and dripped so thickly from it was not creamy and light at all, not as she would have expected, but slick and dark, drooling as if it was oil.

Oh, I rather like that…

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The werewolf grinned, no longer Bryan, but that was alright. There had been something more inside her, even if she had not noticed it before, and that was fine – more than fine. She breathed slowly and evenly, settling her breath, baring her teeth as the moonlight glinted off them. They were the only part of her that was lightly coloured, a stark white against the slick black of her latex hide. Her eyes, though she would only see them later, looking in a pool of water, were rendered a soft yellow, glowing in the dark, a black mane of hair spilling around her face as her ears twitched back and forth.

There was so much there for her to take in, unleashing the beast, though she did not run yet, not with the hardness of her cock guiding her to right where she needed to be. The heaviness of her breasts, now dipping down in a tasteful sway under their weight, caught her attention and she ran her hand over them, sliding it down with a low, guttural moan.

“Oh, yes…"

It was right, so very right, moaning and grunting thickly, though the coarser edge of her voice was werewolf in its nature. She needed it, even though she had not known what a beast there had been there before, growling deeply as both hands locked around the mighty meat of her cock. She pumped it slowly, revelling in every throb, drooling, black latex-like pre-cum dripping from the head of her shaft, so slick and heady that she could not help but lap it sensually from her hand.

“Mmmmm…"

No words were needed, not as she enjoyed the moment, pumping her cock with long, delicious strokes of her hand. There was no deep care needed, for the guiding lines of her cock were more than enough to ease her on, balls quivering and throbbing with every tiny shift of her body. Her abs contracted, the latex werewolf growling deeply as she squatted, rolling her hips forward. It was an oddly comfortable position for her, the moon shining off her skin, standing “up" on her toes with the flexibility of her feet allowing her to take up position.

Her legs, of course, could not close as she squatted, keeping her knees far apart as she both rested and pleasured herself. For it felt quite as if there was no better time for it, not as slick pre-cum drooled from her, clinging and much stickier than she had had before. But that was quite alright, for it stuck to her shaft and allowed her to even more easily pump the length of her cock, using it as lubrication.

A rolling growl pulled from her, throat trembling as if it was rising from deep within the core of her being. She had to keep going, lust overcoming her, feeling more whole and present in herself than she ever had done. It was as if her entire being was connected to the ardent throb and pulse of her cock, that vivacious sexuality, voluptuous and keener than any werewolf, surely, had any right to be to take what she felt was her due.

And that was pleasure, yes, so very much pleasure. Her eyes glowed with raw need as her hand worked over the length of her cock, rolling her hips, thrusting into eh grip of her hand as if that would help her get there more quickly. Though something like that, not for a werewolf, could not be rushed, as she would find out in time, even her knot throbbing with the life force within her as she growled and thrust, seeking relief.

Slowly but surely, it came – much the same as her transformation. Her latex skin felt warm, like crude oil, and she rolled her shoulder blades back with a savage snarl that exposed her teeth as her muzzle rippled along them. Yes, more… She needed more, so much more, imagining thrusting, breeding, filling, cumming. The latex tingled over her, one and the same with her body, a body that could not be recognised as anything that had, once, been human, which was just the way she wanted it then.

“Gggrrrrfff…"

She growled, ears pricked, needing it, craving it. Yet it was coming, pump after sensual pump, satisfying her lust, though she would only come to find, very shortly, that it was bottomless, insatiable. Still, the journey through it was pleasant, panting and letting her tongue lolling darkly out as she rocked her hips, thrusting as if into an imaginary partner, all in the pursuit of passion that, of course, had always been hers to take.

And then it erupted, a bubbling fountain of lust exploding from deep within, sending long, sticky ropes of black seed from her cock, spurting powerfully. She threw her head back and howled, relishing every throb, the pulsing desire not softening in the slightest, though that suited her just fine.

She could always cum again, after all.

And yet there was one more thing that drew her attention as she spent her load, knot hard and aching, though she doubted that that was going to soften anytime soon. Her stomach growled, snarling with a hunger that only her jaws could match, drawing a sharp bark from her lips.

At least out there, there was nothing to stop her from satisfying her hunger, not in that way, nose twitching, scenting the air. With her cock still dripping, she hurled her muscled, powerful body into a flat-out run, leaning forward into the pace as her hair whipped out from the back of her head and neck, streaming darkly behind her. The mountain trail beckoned, winding up between the silent pine trees, and she laughed to no one in particular, her large feet pounding the earth, hurling her body through the wilderness.

It was right where she wanted to be, where she belonged, winding her way up and up, higher and higher, the overlook her goal. It was not the highest point, unless she wanted to delve deeper into the mountains, but it would let her look out over the forest, to take stock of the land around her, all that had changed in her.

The werewolf's skin glinted in the glow of the moonlight, her cock slick and dripping, though she didn't care, not even as she stopped right at the edge of the overlook: dropping off in a cliff down which an unsuspecting person could have taken a serious tumble. But that was not something that she, not then, not ever, had to worry about, not as she looked out proudly over her domain, her tail stiffly raised, eyes glowing with anticipation of all that was to come, the life that she was to lead out there.

It was all waiting for her. All she had to do was to reach out and take it…though her life would intersect with others, building a new pack.

Her stomach growled once more, cock still throbbing, and she laughed, giddy with feral joy at all the choices at her disposal. Howling, she let her song pulse through her, throat trembling, letting her call range out over the forest and the mountains beyond.

As a latex werewolf, her life was only just beginning.

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The next morning, he woke again…but he was no longer a werewolf or in an intersex body. Bryan groaned, rolling over onto his back, raising his arm to shield his eyes, which suddenly seemed a lot more sensitive, from the morning rays.

“Ugh…"

He grunted, licking his lips, missing the feel of the sharp canines lining his jaw, but he knew that it had not been a dream. It had been too real for that and he felt the werewolf inside him, waiting and lingering to be called forth again.

Blinking, he sat up, taking stock of his surroundings. A tar pit greeted him under a rocky overhang and, bruised and sore after doing so much, he instinctively stood and stepped into it, all without thinking. It felt good to be dipped into the warm, crude oil with a sigh of relief, massaging away the lingering aches and pains of his body.

“Ahhh…"

Maybe that was where he belonged, settling into it, letting his whole body sink until only his eyes remained above it. Closing his eyes gently, he exhaled, bubbles bursting before his eyes.

If being a latex werewolf was now his way of life, he didn't mind that. In fact, he couldn't wait again for the next full moon…

That was, of course, if he didn't find a way to transform earlier than that, undoubtedly…