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Collar of the Wild Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

Water cascaded down throughout the green house, pouring from hanging plants, dripping from stainless steel mesh tabletops, running along the cement floor to drains placed at regular intervals. The sound of the hose was still going at one end where a man in his mid twenties hurriedly finished up the watering in the interest of getting off of work. Greg found working in the greenhouse to be a lot more peaceful than his usual work, though he didn't like the stigma of working with flowers. He preferred the other side of the business where he was pushing mowers or operating power tools.

Greg had never been afraid of physical activity; he had been on a sports team from his little league days all the way through college... but after graduating that had all come to a rather sudden end. Greg had managed to get a job with a gardening service but the form of activity was different and his metabolism was starting to slow. Greg still looked rather young, a robust six feet tall with broad shoulders and wind swept dusty brown hair, but he had 'gone to seed' a bit. Extra flesh hung around his stomach from beer and chips. Still, no one could compare to his thick muscles arms. He still thought he had it going on.

Greg reached up to run his arm across his brows, water from the hose dripping down around his deep brown eyes as he made it back to the start of the green house. He promptly turned the water off, looped the hose up, and went about locking everything up. With a glance at his watch, Greg grunted. He had to be at least twenty minutes late. He stepped out of the last door, pulled it shut and clicked the lock before turning around. Seeing the nursery closed was always a bit strange. Dozens of people filed through each day, but an empty lot with all the signs out was almost eerie... well, almost empty lot. At one end there was a modest red urban car humming away and behind the wheel was a good friend of Greg's. Greg grinned, jogging over.

As the car door was opened, the driver looked over. Sean and Greg had been friends for a few years despite following different tracks in life. While Greg had been the star athlete, Sean had been a bit more academic. Sean's hair was a dishwater blond, cut into a presentable simple cut framing his ears and creating a perfect line along the back of his neck that stayed just above the collar on his button up shirt. If anything, Sean seemed nerdier now than he did in college, but so much was the plight of the newest accountant at a local firm.

"How was work?" Sean asked, watching the grime Greg was spreading along his car. Sadly, he was used to that.

"Same ol' same ol'. Working in the greenhouses is a bit of a waste of my natural talents, but I won't stink up your car as much." Greg snickered as he pulled his seatbelt across his chest, plugging it in. Once the door was shut, Sean shifted the car into drive and eased it along, following the path around the central building before moving back out onto the road. Greg looked over with a grin, "So how about you? How is it with Phil out of town."

"Well, it is nice having the place to myself for a while, but Phil's friend wanted to go with us on our little social experiment. He said he would meet us at the store." Sean said. Greg leaned back, looking a little surprised.

"That Steve kid?" Greg asked, not quite sure how he felt about the friend of a friend coming along. They'd talked to Steve before, but they'd only met him because he was a friend of Phil's who wasn't even there.

"Yeah. He offered to chip in an even amount though... and let me tell you, I don't think either of us earn enough at our modest jobs to turn that down when it comes to such a strange... experiment." Sean stated. He had been more hesitant about their plan than Greg had, but even now Greg was grinning.

"I know, but can you imagine the looks on their faces? We're going to blow their minds right out of the water; and cheap shit just isn't going to work. We need the whole look to be right." Greg said. Sean waved one hand.

"I know, you spent weeks convincing me. We're going to freak them out by busting through societal norms and expectations. I'm just glad we don't have to pay for it all ourselves." Sean said. Greg nodded.

"I guess you're right, we can let the Steve kid in on it." Greg nodded.

"He's only a year or two younger than us... He has an associates." Sean replied. Greg shrugged at that. Degrees didn't seem to mean much in the recession, theirs certainly hadn't helped. Still, none of that would matter. They were well on their way to bringing their best prank to life.

****

The ride had been a pleasant one for Greg, the wind coming from the window allowing him to dry off a bit after work. He had contemplated going home to change first, but it seemed easier to get their shopping out of the way. Their plan had brought them to the corner of downtown, a seldom visited corner before the large buildings stared giving way to suburban neighborhoods and schools. Sean pulled up to the curb, moving along before parking in front of medium sized store settled in the corner of the brick building. The store front was wide, but because it was facing away from the rest of downtown, it probably didn't get much business. Greg hoped that would mean discounts.

The two walked along the store fronts, passing mannequins dressed in simple leather jackets, Matrix style trench coats, leather harnesses and caps and even a sot of leather body suit on one. It was quite the range, a leather emporium of sorts. As they walked past, Sean couldn't shake a familiarity with the mannequins, they were rather high quality, almost like... greek statues. Still, Greg's shout distracted Sean.

"Hey, Steve, how goes it?" Greg called out companionably. The young man turned, a shock of blond hair falling across one side of his face longer than the other. Unlike Greg and Sean, Steve had entered the field of retail and found a store that was looser with the restrictions on appearance. He was twenty four and still wide eyed and in awe of the world, taking it all in. He smiled wide when he saw Greg and Sean. He had been wanting to expand his circle of friends a bit and after meeting them, they seemed like a good class of guy, although he knew he'd have a better idea of that after their outing.

"How was work?" Steve asked. Greg smiled, clapping an arm around Steve as if he was a dear friend.

"The world of gardening management can be a wild and untamed place, but I was able to get through it unscathed." Greg smirked. Sean shook his head, Greg could get so animated at times.

"So, shall we commit ourselves to the breach?" Sean asked ruefully. Steve looked at the other two.

"So this is for a reunion Halloween party for your classmates?" Steve asked as the three moved for the front door to the place.

"At the Silenus bar, yes." Sean replied.

"We want to show them that vitality isn't limited by age, that we can still have a good time and some wild jokes... Some of our friends take pranks pretty far, but this is a good kind because the only thing they are risking is their preconceptions." Greg explained, sounding a fair bit more cerebral than he usually did. Steve nodded, accepting the explanation.

"Have you ever been in a leather shop?" Steve asked, reaching for the door handle. His fingers grasped in, causing the young man to pause. The handle looked like metal, but it felt almost like stone beneath his hand... clinging onto a coolness despite the sun. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Nah, not really. What about you?" Greg asked. Steve was confused for a moment before he remembered the conversation he had been part of.

"Oh, once or twice, but never for a place as nice as this. Once for shoes, once for a jacket." Steve said before he pulled the door open. A strong scent wafted out, the scent of cured skins and leathers, the smell of the gentle musk of the animals. All three men involuntarily inhaled, the air seeming dense. It was almost overwhelming, but the thickness of the air coming from the shop made the air in the street seem far too thin, as if they were suffocating. All tree men filed into the shop, trying to get the pressure in their lungs to normalize again. Once inside, though, all thee were more breathless than ever before... but this time because of the scope of the shop.

What had seemed like an average sized store from the exterior proved to be far more immense inside. Long aisles of leather clothing stretched back into the distance, balanced by circular racks positioned like islands at random spots. All throughout the store, the monotony of metal and hangar was broken up by stone statues showing off the wears and a few benches and fountains. The distant walls had been painted with tree trunks and ivy, giving it a natural feel that seemed to help tie in with the leather, but there was just so much... There was lots of black and brown, but there were countless other colors as well... Orangey tans, creamy pinks, every color under the sun in every cut, every style. The three young men stood right in the entrance, not sure where to start.

"So how were you challenging preconceptions?" Steve asked after a long moment. Sean swallowed, finally taking another breath.

"We were going to dress up as leather daddies and give them a line about how we discovered our true selves or something lie that, see if they were tolerant or not." Sean said.

"Leather daddies eh?" Came a deep, booming voice. All three men spun around to see a man in his fifties dressed in a thick pair of leather pants and carefully formed boots, just under six feet tall with a thick head of curly chestnut brown hair trailing into an immense bushy flowing beard that hung down to his collar bone. The mustache was a thick crescent that obscured his upper lip, hair flowing out of his cheeks like a river frozen in time. Each curve and curl of the beard seemed as if it had been sculpted rather than grown. Hazel eyes gazed out at the three men, taking in their features before the mustache curved to reveal a smile from behind the hair.

"Oh, yes, we... hope we weren't being offensive." Sean said quickly. The large man let out a laugh that echoed through the store.

"I'm sorry if I offended by eavesdropping, but it's always good to know what the customer wants." The man said, "I'm Elius. As for offending me, you'd find that hard. Even if you get your first purchase for a prank, I'm hoping that you'll see the craftsmanship and find something that suits you in your every day, something you'd like to keep with you... Doesn't matter what. I just like making my customers comfortable and happy." Elius smiled. Sean seemed relieved he hadn't offended the shop keeper.

"Well, in that case, where do you keep the leather daddy sort of stuff?" Greg asked.

"Right back this way." Elius said, looking Greg over again. He was taller and broader than the other two. The blond was the smallest, but he was scrappy, he had a bit of spry muscle on him still. It was Sean that seemed to have the most grace. Elius moved between rows of coats and pants, leading the three deeper and deeper into the store. Steve reached out, trailing his hand along some of the vests. He was surprised by how different leather could feel... Rough, soft, smooth, hard, stretchy, stiff. His fingers were having a buffet of sensation, and the more he touched it, the harder it was to pull away.

Sean had been keeping his eyes open for anything that would work, though he was fairly certain they were getting to the right area. The caliber of clothing had taken a twist for the decidedly more adult. There were statues of men on all fours in black leather harnesses, other statues whose ample package was held tightly in ac up of leather strapped around their waist. In the back corner there was even one statue showing off its anatomical correctness while demonstrating assless chaps. Sean felt a bit wary. He was all for teaching a lesson, he could act the part, but he wanted to at least find something tasteful.

Greg, however, had been focusing completely on Elius. Despite being in his fifties, he still had strong arms, strong legs, his body was toned... Sure he was a bit meaty, but Greg was too... and he had all his hair. Greg really hoped he was going to be in as good of condition when he was that age... He even wondered if he would have a job that would let him grow out his own beard... Greg stumbled a bit as the idea seemed to take root in his mind, spreading like a drug... Growing out his beard, his cheeks thick with brown fuzz, his mustache curling down. Greg reached out to steady himself, his thick hand grabbing onto a very thick leather cording with circles cut out, the border of each circle guarded by metal rings.

"How big is this?" Greg asked out of the blue, even before he had realized. Elius grinned.

"It's pretty big, hopefully you're big enough, but you should try it on... with..." Elius moved, rounding a corner before returning with sleek leather pants, "With these... Give it a try." Elius urged.

"Wait, you need a little extra flare." Steve said, lifting up a black sloped biker hat, tossing it to Greg. Greg caught it, nodding in satisfaction.

"Perfect, this stuff will be great. Now, what about you two?" Greg asked. Sean looked a bit nervous, but Steve was darting through the aisles, picking stuff out.

"If I may make a suggestion?" Elius asked, looking at Sean. Sean nodded.

"Please. I am out of my league." Sean said.

"Well, if you're going to pull off your prank, you need something that seems plausible, something that fits your personality. Harnesses and things are amazing, but for you we need a little more style." Elius said as he reached in and started to pull out a long, flowing leather jacket. He fished around before finding some leather pants. He crouched down, reaching under one of the aisles before coming back with heavy, tall, thick leather boots. He offered the supply to Sean. Sean took them all, pausing.

"What kind of shirt goes with this jacket?" he asked.

"Oh, no shirt." Elius said. Sean nodded in understanding.

"Now this is awesome..." Steve said, coming back around the corner. He had a tight black vest, leather chaps, boots, and the only denim in the entire store, a pair of thin jeans.

"Well, good choices gentlemen! Let me show you to the dressing rooms." Elius grinned.

****

Greg stepped into the dressing room, pulling the door shut behind him. He turned around, expecting to be face to face with the back wall of the booth. Instead, there was ample room, a bench around two sides, hooks for the clothes... it was pretty nice. Greg hung up his potential harness and pants before he started removing his own clothes. His shirt slipped off, still stained with the dirt and moist from his work. The moisture that clung to his skin soon evaporated from his body heat, leaving somewhat heavy pecs and a slightly rounded gut. Greg had once had chiseled pecs and a firm abdomen, but now it was more of a muscle gut... he still had muscle, but it was under fat. Still, the harness wouldn't have anything to do with his stomach, at least in terms of fitting.

The next articles of clothing to be removed were Greg's shoes, socks, and then pants. He let the black jeans drop to the ground in a heap before he pushed them out of the way. It was only then that Greg realized he hadn't been given boots, but he could still try the rest on. Greg turned to look at his garb, the leather pants and the leather harness, trying to decide what to start with. He gazed at the material, the glint of the metal ringlets on the harness catching his eye. He was, in a fashion, a beast of burden at work... the harness only seemed right. Greg hadn't seen the crotch piece at first, but as he pulled it off the hook, he realized it was only logical to start there... and that the crotch piece made no room for underwear.

Blushing a bit, Greg removed his underwear, standing naked before he unstrapped the leather straps that led to the ring in the middle before stepping in. He moved his half hard cock into the leather pouch, shivering a bit as the smooth and firm material rubbed against him. He filled it out rather nicely too... Very nicely... Greg looked down at the bulge before him, the pinnacle of his masculinity housed in a black leather pouch. It was... very nice. Greg murmured to himself, starting to thrust his hips a bit, but he reminded himself that he had more dressing to do. Greg carefully maneuvered the straps around, pulling them over his shoulder, feeding them into the portions connected to the central ring, sliding them through the buckle and synching them tight before penetrating the belt holes with the prongs. With his shoulders secured, he was free to bring the other straps around his back and fasten the, then to work on those around his waist. The leather caressed his back, his shoulders, his ribs, and his cock. It was like a leather hug all over...

With his harness on, Greg moved to pull the leather pants on. He slipped one leg in, then the other, drawing them up. It was a lot simpler putting on the pants compared to the harness, though they were rather tight. The leather hugged his legs, outlining his ass, sliding over his pouch to make an even more obscene bulge. Greg moaned, getting the pants on. His fingers moved to button them, but as the button was closed, a surge moved through Greg. He shuddered, turning toward the mirror, falling onto his knees. He panted, desperate for breath, but he didn't know why... His chest rose and fell, drawing the scent of the leather store in and out, his chest feeling tighter, larger, the harness starting to creak.

As Greg gazed at his reflection, at first he thought the lights were going out because his reflection was darker, but then he realized only parts of him were darker... his face and his chest. Greg looked down, realizing it wasn't his reflection, it was him. Countless brown hairs were pushing out of his chest, growing longer. They hugged his nipples, spreading over his mounds of flesh. It was like hyper puberty, the hair growing so thick he couldn't see the skin beneath. With his huge chest covered, the hair crept down, forming a jagged line that crossed his round belly, flaring out into a forest of hair across it before delving into his pants. Greg grunted hard as he felt his balls tingle. No doubt n their tight leather confine they were getting hairy too.

Slowly Greg looked back up, gazing at his reflection. His face had been consumed by stubble, the hair even moving down his throat almost all of the way to his collar bone. His cheeks seemed to flare the most before thick, bushy facial hair began spilling out of his face. Greg groaned, his cock raging hard, stretching the leather for all it was worth. Greg's cheeks were covered with thick mutton chops, sticking out wooly and thick before curly hairs pushed out over his lip, dropping down. The sides crept along, sliding down to his jaw line, forming a handlebar mustache that dropped down on either side of his mouth, stretching even past his jaw.

Greg's mind was burning with new thoughts, all the fantasies of women chased away, replaced with his domination of men. His memories of himself were changed, becoming something else... He reached up to stroke his handlebar mustache as it grew thicker and longer. The stubble between the chops and stache got thicker and thicker, becoming a beard in its own right, though the stache and chops remained the thickest. Greg's mind continued to boil, searing away all heterosexuality, but something else was happening. Greg tugged on his handlebar mustache more and more, realizing he had forgotten his hat all this time. He reached over, lifting it up, gazing at it appreciatively before he popped it on his head, his entire body throbbing with sensation.

Beneath the cuffs of his leather pants, his toes had gone numb and stiff. The flesh was growing together, the toenails spreading wider and wider. They bridged the gap of the toes, fusing together as his heels melted. The toenails spread all over, covering up the skin, thickening and yellowing, then turning brown. His feet continued to shift, changing into perfectly matched hoofs. Leg hair sprouted along his ankle, creeping down, moving all the way down to where the new hooves were, the skin disappearing beneath it all.

The fingernails on his hand were likewise getting thicker, hair sprouting along his knuckles and the back of his hands, spreading out into a dense coating, though his fingers remained apart even with the hoof like tips forming on each one. Greg let out a strange sort of moan, sounding very animal as his face throbbed. An intense pressure had built in his temples, the skin distending before it parted, boney spurs pushing out of each side. The skin hugged the bone tight around the edge, keeping any blood from escaping. At first they looked like horns, but as the bone continued to push out, it was clear that it was something far more... complex.

Greg watched in awe as the mass moved out of his skull with impeccable speed, regarding it with the same pride as his beard. The extending bone flattened out, growing almost rectangular, curving upward. New spurs stuck out of it as it extended, forming prongs that were still connected by the thick massive center. Greg reached up, his hands moving over them... and then he realized what they were, Antlers... like a moose. As the thought arrived in Greg's brain, his entire body seized up again. Dark brown hairs began emerging over the rest of his body, creeping up past his beard line, sweeping over his nose and around his eyes, moving up to where the hair was on his head. His brown furry fingers clenched and released, his body shuddering.

The waist of Greg's new leather pants contorted as a pointed nub of a tail bean emerging behind him, covered in downy brown fur. Greg looked at the mirror in awe, considering how he looked almost like an antlered wookie before the pain ripped through his face. His jaw bone ached, his nose felt like it was on fire... His face began to push forward. The tip of Greg's nose seemed to melt into his skull, leaving the nostrils flush with his face, but the bridge of his nose was long, the curve disappearing, becoming one even angle. The teeth in his mouth grew blunt and his jaw bone pushed forward, stretching out more and more... into a muzzle.

Greg watched as his mouth moved further away from him, rounding, fuzzy, brown... It was a moose muzzle, but... it... still had a beard. It was the strangest thing Greg had ever seen. The mustache started on either side of his moose nostrils, moving down the side of his muzzle before hanging down on the sides... and his muzzle was extremely wooly on the sides, still looking like thick mutton chops... With the gay bear hat and harness hugging his very fury body, he looked... like quite the male. Greg gazed at his reflection in grin, his mind forgetting he had ever looked any other way than he did now... He was a sexy beast. There was no visible trace of human skin on his body.

****

Sean had taken a little longer to situate his clothes, looking at the long jacket, the pants, the boots... Sean wasn't quite sure how he felt about the look. At first he thought the boots were going to conflict with the rest, but they were a bit narrower in the leg than he had expected, it tied the lithe qualities of the rest together... but he had promised Greg he could pull it off and do his part. Sometimes he wondered how he got into things so deep, but this wasn't one of those times. This was time to just get through it and pull it off the best he could. He started by pulling off his shirt.

The accountant had always been a bit shy about his physique. Even when he tried to get a tan, his skin just wouldn't take one. It wouldn't burn either, it just... did nothing. He felt the same way about muscle. At least he was thin though... With his button up shirt hanging on a hook, Sean moved to use one foot to hold his shoe in place, pulling his foot out before doing the same for the other, standing in the changing room in his socks. He unbuttoned his pants next, casting them aside before he reached out and took the leather pants, looking at the way the light played over them before he bent, moving to pull them on.

Sean shuddered a bit in surprise. The inside of the pants was a lot softer than he had expected, like animal hide. A soft grin played along his lips. He pulled the pants up and down, feeling how they rubbed against the thick hair on his legs. He didn't even stop to realize that he hadn't ever been that hirsute before. After a bit of play, Sean finally pulled the pants all the way up and fastened them. He paused, turning half way, glancing at the mirror. The pants really seemed slimming, making his legs seem shapelier. They weren't any smaller, but there was a bit of a grace to them.

Sean moved to sit down on the bench, pulling his boots on. It was a little hard sliding them up under the cuff of his jeans, he really should have put them on first, but with some trial and error he got the up and his feet slid into place... at a slight angle. Sean was confused at first before he stood, rising six and a half feet tall. He moved one way and then the other, his body weight balanced on his toes. They felt rather stiff and immobile in the boot, but it did great things for his posture. He seemed so tall, so strong... He reached up and ran his fingers through his long bangs, bangs that hadn't been that long in four years.

The accountant ran his hands along his torso, feeling his pecs swelling slightly, his nipples hardening, his abdomen defining. The leather pants groaned as his waist swelled, but all Sean managed to think was how long it had been since he took time to appreciate himself in the mirror. He shuddered happily, his fingers playing with downy white fur that was spreading across his chest, contrasting with his darker hair, especially the dark hair spilling out from his chin. A thick tuft of brown was dropping down, begging to be stroked. The sides crept up around his mouth before crossing above his upper lip, forming a long, closed goatee... but the costume wasn't complete. He had one piece to put on.

With careful reverence, Sean drew the coat up from the hook and brought it around his shoulders, sliding his arms through the sleeves. The long coat fell across his bare back with ease, again massaging him with the soft and rough feel of animal hide. His hands emerged from the ends of the jacket, but not as they had entered. Not only were they much larger, but the fingernails were a dark brown, almost black. Sean's bulge grew tighter in his pants as he looked at just how hot his muscles were in the jacket. He barely fit, his meaty round pecs sticking out like small melons, his abs ready to grate cheese.

Sean played with the white fur on his chest, stroking and petting it. His hands seemed to push it out, advancing it across his body. The fur swept down across his abs and around his ribs, turning darker brown at his sides. The coat grew tighter as his shoulders swelled larger. Sean moaned, reaching to molest the bulge in his pants... but it was just too much, he was too handsome. He had to let out his beast. Sean unbuttoned and zipped his pants, receiving a fat, long, thick cock into his hand. It was as long as it had ever been and twice as hard as Sean wrapped his fingers around it.

A firm squeeze, a gentle stroke, a quickening pace. Sean was jacking off like a pro, looking at his tool extending from the leather pants. It was a proud image; one Sean wanted to keep having. Elius was right, they would find things they wanted t keep. Sean kept thrusting hard, his hips swaying back and forth... For a moment there was discomfort in his pants, enough to make him debate having them altered, but as his tailbone finished creeping out of the pants, Sean was fine. The tailbone stretched longer, wiggling as flesh filled out around it. Brown fur spread across the top while white covered the bottom, the tail extending into a bit of a pointed flag, drifting back and forth as Sean's hips swayed.

Beneath his fingers, his member was engorging even further, swelling longer and harder... but the size was the least shocking attribute. With every stroke, every glide of the hand, more blood spilled into Sean's shaft, making it darker... and darker... and darker. The flesh looked stained at first, but now it was looking black, as black as the pants he was wearing. Sean's goateed mouth was stuck in an o of ecstasy, even as his face was ripped apart by pain. Thin spindly bony spurs began pushing out of his temples, rising upwards, curving out.

Unlike Greg, Sean's new antlers remained the same width in the center, rising up before surging out into separate prongs. Instead of curving out, they curved back and then a bit forward. Some prongs followed the curve, others defied it... but they all blended well until Sean had five pointed antlers like a somewhat youthful deer... and with that, the rest of his change started. His orgasmic face began to warp, pushing out forward, his jaw and nose extending to form a muzzle. Sean's nose turned black and the nostrils lifted up, quivering slightly as stubble sprouted and turned into fur, spreading across his face. His muzzle continued to stretch, taking the thick goatee with it, the thick tuft hanging down obstinately from his chin. Sean staggered around in his new boots as if they were hooves, his body a perfect balance of muscle and grace, a perfect deer buck.

****

Steve stood in the last changing room, buttoning up his black leather vest, his jeans tight around his hips and his chaps glistening in contrast. He turned around and looked at the mirror, taking in his own appearance with his dusty blond hair and the thick leather... and then he laughed. It wasn't because he thought he looked hilarious or ridiculous, he was merely excited... the laughter grew and grew before he doubled over, grunting... but the laughter didn't stop. He looked back up at the mirror and watched his teeth stretch into long, vicious fangs, his canines the longest of all. His laughter became grunts of pleasure as he watched his eyes shift, turning a bright amber like the mid-day sun.

As Steve watched himself, he noticed the hair on his arms was getting thicker and thicker... soft, short, dusty blond hair was creeping down from the holes of his vest, his round shoulders swelling larger with muscle. Steve watched in awe as the thickening fur got darker in its undercoat but stayed just as blond on the surface... with the exception of the dark spots that were growing... He reached up with both hands, rubbing his shoulders, stroking the fur. Again his fanged mouth broke into excited whoops and grunts before he moaned. His amber eyes shot down at his groin, focusing in on the most recent source of pleasure.

The jeans Steve had pulled out were really a formality, so thin and stone washed that they were really the equivalent to tissue paper. As the change spread through him, the jeans did nothing to hide his arousal. Steve watched as the denim began pushing out into a pouch, then a tent, the bulge becoming more and more obscene. Steve reached to free his manhood from the denim but stopped half way, watching his hands throb and change. His fingernails started to grow longer, honing into points as they also yellowed and darkened, turning to a deep russet brown. The nails got thicker and thicker before sinking into the finger itself, flesh melding over the top, the nails emerging from the tips as claws. The spotted blond fur had advanced down his arm, past his elbow and moved around his wrist, sweeping across the back of his hands. As they did, soft portions of his palm and finger tips began swelling, forming into canine like paw pads before the fur grew around them. From the shoulders to his finger tips, he had furry arms and clawed paws.

Again Steve broke into uncontrollable whoops of excitement before running his claws at the zipper of his jeans. The jeans relented and parted, revealing his fuzzy blond groin beneath. His balls were already completely covered in dark brown fur, but another strange change was happening... Steve had wanted to get past any obstacle to get to his cock, but as he opened up his pants he saw a new obstacle forming, a sheath. A sleeve of brown fur and thick flesh was stretching up his shaft, inch after inch before it closed over the top, clear pre oozing from the tip.

"Now that isn't fair, I want to play." Steve growled to himself, reaching down. He plunged two of his clawed fingers into the wet sheath hole, shuddering as he found his cock and started to grope it. The cock responded by slipping forward, though a massive tingling was spreading through it, an intense enough sensation that Steve fell onto his ass. The tip of his sheath parted and a burgundy red cock began to emerge, the mushroom shaped head stretching into a narrow point as he watched. Steve let out more grunt laughter as he wrapped his hand around the wet length, stroking it wildly, his hips bucking up and down.

As Steve gave into his animal nature, more of his body was changing. The blond and brown fur closed in across the exposed portion of his chest and swept down his legs. His toes shifted, his feet becoming narrower, his toenails stretching into claws as well. Steve gazed at his reflection in awe of what he was becoming, but... something else was happening. Steve watched and then grinned as wiry blond hairs began pushing out of his chin, weaving into one another, criss crossing to form a thick goatee. It was so dry and thick that it almost looked crispy, as if he had spent all day out in the desert... but as unwieldy as it was in that fashion, it was so thick, it had great volume.

After some deliberation, Steve left one hand on his cock but he brought the other up to curl around his long goatee. As his fingers closed around the mass and he felt the thickness of it, another bolt of pleasure shot through his spine. Steve moaned much deeper. If he had known it would have felt this good, he would have grown a goatee a long time ago. Steve's hand slipped down from his chin to the end of the goatee before moving back up and stroking it again. Both hands were working, pleasuring himself, eliciting more moans and a gush of thick precum oozing from his hyena phallus, but the changes weren't stopping there.

Blond stubble emerged across his cheeks, though it was softer than his goatee and dark circles began emerging in the pattern, giving him a most unique look... and then the fur spread. The soft fuzz from his chest spread up his neck and connected to the fur moving down from his cheeks. As the fur reached his ears and began covering them, the flesh began to stretch and contort. The ears began shifting higher on Steve's head, causing him to wince in discomfort despite his pleasure. The ears grew taller and rounder, covered in dark brown fur. Soon Steve was sniffing at the air, smelling his own musk and grinning in delight. As his nostrils flared, the flesh around became black and moist. The nose changed into the sort of button nose canines had... and then the throbbing swept through Steve's face.

The sound of his jaw pushing forward was unsettling, but Steve felt it was amazing almost as if his jaw was becoming erect. That wasn't true at all, his jaw was pushing forward and narrowing into a muzzle, but Steve was just glad. He embraced the change, watching his humanity melt away, replaced by the muzzle of a hyena... a spotted, laughing hyena. He grinned a wide fanged smile before laughing even more, his laughter interrupted by a gasp of delight as his cock suddenly erupted with a massive load of hyena sperm, splattering all over him... which of course caused Steve to laugh even more. The trip to the leather shop had turned out better than he could have imagined.

****

After the wild sounds in the changing room had died back, the doors slowly unlocked and the three men emerged. Greg's moose hooves clomped gently on the ground, Sean's deer antlers scraped on the changing room doorway a bit, and soft splatters of juices dripped from Steve's hyena cock as they emerged, looking at each other in awe. Sean moved over, reaching up to caress his hand over Greg's massive furry brown pec, finding the nipple nestled beneath the fuzz. He gave it a playful squeeze, eliciting a moan from Greg. Sean suddenly gasped as he felt Steve come up behind him, the Hyena pressing his hard member against Sean's fuzzy deer cheeks. Steve leaned in, grazing his sharp teeth over the tasty neck of the deer before all three were interrupted.

"Very nice, very nice indeed..." Came the booming voice of the store owner. They turned, looking at the man, or what they had presumed was a man when they came in. The shop keeper stood as tall as before, but thick ribbed ram horns curled out of his skull... they had been obscured by how thick the hair was when the customers entered, but now the hair was pulled back into a frizzy pony tail... and without pants or boots on, the three could see from the waist down the shop keeper was a tall and proud satyr, his legs covered in thick goat wool and ending in hooves... and a massive cock stuck out from his groin over a foot. Steve licked his lips, seeing the huge shaft, slowly detangling himself from Sean in search for a bigger meal.

"We have you to thank for this?" Greg asked. Elius nodded.

"I thought about calling the place collar of the wild since the clothes bring out the real animal inside, but I thought that might have been too corny." Elius smirked.

"It's wonderful, it really is... How can we ever thank you?" Sean asked.

"Buy the clothes, tell your friends... maybe get me some more customers." Elius grinned wide, reaching up to stroke his beard. The three friends grinned at each other.

"The reunion will be perfect; we can get everything in place for it." Greg grinned.

"I know just where to start; I'll call you when I'm ready." Steve said, licking his lips.

"I'll take care of the tab, Greg; you should go welcome your roommate home." Sean said. Greg nodded, walking with Steve for the door. Sean turned, giving Elius a broad smile.

****

The closet door in the apartment rumbled open as Phil prepared to put all his clothing from the trip away. His luggage was spread out on the bed. As usual he had over packed. Phil reached up, running his fingers along the bristly tips of his short buzzed black hair, green eyes regarding the pile. When he heard a click at the front door, he realized he had a welcome distraction. Phil smiled, turning, heading out of the bedroom toward the front door.

"Hey Greg, is that you, I-" Phil stumbled to a stop, looking at the eight foot tall moose creature in his living room... dressed in a leather harness, pants, and a cap... the antlers were tall and amazing, but the mustache... the moose mustache... the way it sloped over the sides of that mouth, hanging down... Phil felt very strange, as if he was held in place. They looked so good, like one could... just... grab on and hold them like handlebars... Phil blushed furiously. He'd always had a thing for hairy guys, he'd had to hide it from Greg, but this...

"Hey Phil, how was your trip?" The moose asked. Phil's jaw dropped.

"G... Greg?" he whispered. The moose nodded with a grin, dropping a big bag by the lamp before moving over to settle into their over-sized, over stuffed leather chair... though with the moose's new form it didn't seem nearly large enough. The chair groaned a bit but Greg didn't care. Phil watched, unable to look away... the thick moose lips, those thick chops on the side, the massive antlers. It was like looking at a majestic animal and a hot hunk at the same time. Phil couldn't believe the thoughts going through his head. He shuddered, a tent forming in his pants... but he simply couldn't move, he was frozen in place.

"Yeah, it's me... Now, be an ace and get me a beer." Greg said. Before Phil realized it, his feet were moving, carrying him into the kitchen. They moved a bit faster when he turned away from Greg, and Phil realized why. He couldn't wait to look at him again. Phil threw open the fridge and grabbed a beer before rushing back, all but tripping over his own feet with an excuse to get close to Greg. Greg reached out with one hand and took the beer, using the hoof like tip of one of his fingers to pop the lid off before he tipped it back.

Phil nearly collapsed in awe as he watched that long, thick moose muzzle guzzling down beard, the mustache hugging either side of the thick brown bottle. Phil moaned, unable to restrain himself. Gulp after gulp, Greg, emptied the bottle before setting it aside. He looked up at Phil with a grin, a grin that moved the thick mustache even more.

"So how was your trip?" he asked again. Phil shuddered.

"G-g-g-great Greg, but the best part was coming back." He whispered. Greg nodded.

"I agree, no place like home... a place you can just let loose." The moose said, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. Phil let out a long exhalation as he watched Greg fish out twelve inches of long, thick, perfectly black cock. Greg wrapped a massive hand around it, sliding up and down. It had been amazing he had stayed in his pants, he had been half hard already. The moose worked his meat up and down and Phil fell forward onto his knees before the behemoth. Greg grinned, "You like that, don't you? Did you like cocks all this time and you didn't tell me?" Greg asked.

"I wanted to, I... I am sorry, I should have." Phil murmured. Greg laughed, reaching up to take the cap off of his head, putting it onto Phil. Phil shuddered softly as the leather cap came down on his black hair. His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment before he murmured. Greg started jacking off harder and harder. Phil moaned, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up... Greg moaned.

"You should have, but don't worry. I'll get you all the cocks you can handle... Moose cock, deer cock, hyena cock... and so many more..." Greg moaned. His hand glided up and down, stroking faster and harder, squeezing tighter. Phil shuddered, a shadow creeping across his face, new black stubble appearing across his skin. As Greg jacked off, Phil changed more and more. His shirt grew tighter as Phil grew a little, just enough for his stomach to be visible and for black hair to sweep across it. Phil's stubble was incredibly dark and thickening fast, but from the midst of it all, a thick mustache formed above his upper lip, creeping down the sides just like the moose he envied. The handlebar mustache got thicker and longer, but the hair all around it grew long enough to stop being stubble, becoming a short, thick, dense and bushy full beard. Phil's mouth was nearly lost in the forest of fur, but still it was there, moaning.

Greg panted, jerking off harder and harder, his large furry balls throbbing with lust and passion. Greg thought about how handsome his friends were, all the good things they would do at the reunion party and at the bar. He thought of the call of the wild running through his veins, how he was going to share it with so many... and how Phil would be the first one he personally shared it with. Greg grinned wide, his moustache moving as he did so. Greg chuckled, watching how mesmerized Phil was, unable to take his eyes off of his mouth.

"Open your mouth... wide, and tip your head back a bit." Greg commanded. Phil eagerly obeyed, tipping his head back, his mouth opened wide. Greg moaned, positioning his cock just right, thrusting his hand up and down even more. He moaned louder and louder before lifting his moose muzzle to the ceiling, letting out a mating call. As the sound echoed around them, his massive shaft throbbed before ropes of thick moose cum shot out, arching through the air before landing in Phil's mouth, splattering all over his face. Thick globs of white hung in his beard and spread across his nose, but Phil was eagerly gulping it down.

As the cum slipped down his throat, Phil's change accelerated. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up even more, pushing out and growing hard... but so did thousands of other hairs along his spine. They poked through his shirt, hardening and lengthening, forming into quills. With a strip of spiny extensions running from his head down to his waist, they began spreading out. The shirt was perforated as his quills formed, sliding through like a thousand needles. Phil's hands throbbed as his fingernails turned black and pushed out, stretching into long claws. Greg continued cumming, pouring all over Phil's face... and where the cum landed, more fur grew.

Phil's cum soaked nose turned fuzzy and black, the tip blunting as his face pushed out just a bit into a short muzzle. Phil's pants slipped down lower over his hips as his tailbone started pushing out, pulling flesh with it, flaring out wider. Softer black fur began spreading over it as it stretched, forming into a soft, wide paddle like tail, almost like a beaver tail. Phil's nose quirked, his quills shifting as more and more filled in. His entire back was covered in them, a thick forest of porcupine quills.

"Come on, come suck me off... Get your treat." Greg said. Phil fell forward onto all fours, moving across before plunging his muzzle down around the thick moose cock. Greg moaned in surprise at how eager he was. He reached down, twirling Phil's new moustache with his fingers, giving one side a few strokes before reaching to the other. Phil's head bobbed up and down like a jack hammer as he sucked, relaxing the back of his throat before advancing, letting Greg slide all the deeper. Greg moaned, releasing even more sperm until the untimely ring of his cell phone. Greg grunted in disdain before spotting it, noticing it was Steve. He reached over, fumbling for it, turning the phone on and putting it to his big moose ear.

"Greg, you... hahaha... oh god, oh, Greg, you there?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, what do you whaaaa.... Ohh.... Oh yes... What do you want?" Greg moaned.

"I am... having fun with the bar keeper, he's... very..." Steve was cut off as there was the moo of a cow in the background, "Ready to help us with the reunion... It'll go great." Steve said. Greg grinned.

"Good work Steve, don't forget the caterer..." Greg said before hanging up. He shuddered, releasing more cum down Phil's throat, glancing down. Phil had to be at least six feet tall now and two hundred pounds of quill alone... but his body was ripped, he was a bad ass... Still, Greg wondered just how much the kid could drink... and he had more to arrange. Greg typed in a new number, that for Sean, and dialed. The phone rang and rang... and rang... and then clicked.

"Fuccckk... oh god.... Ungh... Oh Greg, what is it, make it fast, I've... so good... So deep..." Sean moaned on the other side, the deer's voice very fluid.

"It's all set at the bar..." Greg said, "Sounds like you're having a good time..."

"I met... these fantastic twins... They're beautiful... and big... Oh so good... And... so fast. Cheetahs..." Sean moaned.

"You have fun, don't get eaten... unless you want to." Greg chuckled, hanging up, dropping the phone to the floor. Greg moaned louder and louder before he heard a strange sort of shlort sound. He leaned forward, seeing Phil's fat black cock and the thick puddle of cum it had just sprayed all over the floor. Greg grinned. There was no way they would get their cleaning deposit back after what he planned for the night, but that was alright... they'd have the time of their lives before welcoming so many more to their family. Greg looked at Phil with a grin, "It's time to get you dressed... I picked out a great leather crotch pouch for you." He said.

"Really?!" Phil asked eagerly.

"Go get it and put it on... then I'll see if I can get past those quills to fuck you raw." Greg said. Phil eagerly scampered off, leaving Greg to grin wide.