Visiting Deepwood
Visiting Deepwood Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Onikuma
The drive into the mountains had been longer than Brian expected, but then again that was the point of the vacation. The daily grind, the trappings of modern society, the constant beeping and pinking and blinging... It had all been building up until Brian decided to just use his vacation days and get away from it all, though getting away had been an effort in itself. He had even pulled the GPS off of his dash to try and navigate the old fashioned way... But after hours of driving Brian was finally nearing his destination. He gazed out of the window of his car at the thick evergreen trees lining the cliffs as he spiraled up and up around the mountain, though he glanced in the rear view mirror to see if anyone was behind him. There still was not.
Glancing in the mirror, Brian caught a glance at his own reflection. He was twenty seven, two hundred and fifty pounds... though he carried it pretty well, he had a big frame so it didn't load him down. Still, his most distinctive features had to be his head and face. The sunlight coming in through the side window shone off of his smooth, shaved head. The skin was well toned, indicating that it had been shorn for some time. His face, however, was obscured in a short but dense full reddish brown beard. It was a good look for the wilderness.
After several minutes Brian realized the road was evening out. The spiral had ended and Brian followed the road through a bank of trees and into a small village. A rustic sign stood at the side of the road, welcoming visitors to Deepwood. Brian had been to various state parks and theme parks before. He wasn't quite sure which Deepwood was closer to. He'd never seen so many wood structures before in his life; it seemed that every building was a log cabin... There were even wood fences cordoning off the garbage areas. Thankfully there seemed to be a fire station of some sort, that put Brian more at ease... Though as he drove, Brian was starting to take in a very different sort of tourist attraction, the locals.
Brian had been in the middle of his crisis when he found the postcard in the mail. It was a generic sort of junk mail many people got about trip destinations, but when Brian had seen the picture of the lumberjack like man fishing next to an eighteen year old with a beard longer than his own, he had been hooked. He went to Deepwood's website, though it hadn't been updated since 1998 other than the guest book, and found countless pictures of bearded men clad in plaid and doing manly things. Part of Deepwood's appeal was that it was a place for manly men to do manly things; fishing, hunting, camping, carving, even smoking. Brian knew how bad it was, but the pictures of big burly guys lighting up had given him some deep wood of his own.
After some time of moving along the road, Brian was escorted onto a loop that took him by the yurts and cabins visitors rented. Small brown posts by the driveways indicated the address of each and Brian pulled his car into the appointed spot. He pulled all the way up, turned the car off and sat there for a moment, enjoying the quiet. Then he unbuckled himself and stepped out into the crisp, cool air... and the silence. For several long moments all he could hear was the breeze, the rustle of branches... Though there was a distant howl somewhere in the wilderness. It was perfect.
"Howdy there, you Brian?" Came an amenable youthful voice. Brian turned around to see a man a few years his junior standing at the end of his driveway. He was six foot one and two hundred pounds, his blond hair feathered and layered naturally across his head, though his cheeks and face were obscured by a reddish beard that hung down a few inches from his face. His red plaid shirt seemed mighty thick and his blue jeans were tight. Brian nearly blushed just from looking at the young man.
"Yes, yes I am." Brian said.
"I'm Logan, welcome to Deepwood." The blond said, moving forward to offer Brian the keys to the cabin, "Everything's been set up for you in there and if you need anything we aim to please. The general store is open til two a.m. and day or night, rain or shine, you need anything you just come see pa and me. We're in Cabin one." Logan grinned. Brian paused, his eyes widening. He thought of the post card, though in the picture the boy had been younger...
"Are you the boy from the postcard? I mean... Did you trim your beard?" he asked. Logan chuckled.
"Had to, lost a bet... But I sure am." Logan said. Brian nearly drooled remembering the man's father and how manly he had been, though he thought back to Logan's picture.
"Don't make any more bets, it was amazing." Brian smirked. Logan grinned.
"I better not, you're right. Anyhow, hope to see you around!" Logan said, wandering off. Brian watched him go with a grin of appreciation.
"I hope so too." Brian said, turning to move for the cabin. He unlocked the door and eased it open. It was spacious inside, though the air had the sort of faintly dusty quality that came with tourist sleeping quarters. The bed was large, the cabinets and counters were bare. All that was left to do was fill it with the things he had brought with him. Brian stretched before he turned to gather everything from his car.
****
Evening was settling in across the mountains and it was a rather spectacular sight. Darkness crept in a lot faster than it did in the city, but with that came brilliant stars and clouds on fire with the brilliant orange and peach and violet shades of the setting sun. Brian had set up his cabin, gone for a walk, taken a nap and generally enjoyed himself, though he was starting to feel a nagging sense of uncertainty as to what to do... and after Logan had offered, Brian felt compelled to at least go see what they were up to, how the locals spent the evening.
He had walked for several minutes, deciding to go on foot rather than by car. At long last he came around the bend, approaching cabin number one. As he approached, though, he started to smell a bit of cigar smoke in the air. He'd smelled it a few times before, a sort of blend of tobacco and spices and the actual smoke... A sort of sickly sweet scent that evoked mental images of true masculinity. Brian licked his lips a bit, imagining just how hot it would be to see 'Pa' smoking a big stogie. As Logan came around the corner, he got more than he could have hoped for.
Several chairs had been set out on the porch of cabin number one, two of which were occupied. In one chair was Logan, his youthful hand bringing a thick brown cigar to his lips, the edge brushing the underside of his thick reddish mustache, his lips wrapping around the length as he puffed. The end glowed red like the setting sun... and for a moment he held the smoke in his lips before the cigar came away and he exhaled. The smoke curled around his face, tangling with his beard, surrounding him like a devious halo. Brian felt his groin grow aroused from that alone, but then he saw Pa...
Sitting next to Logan was a man of much larger stature in nearly every account. He seemed to be in his late thirties or early forties, standing at a towering six foot three if he had actually been standing. He had to be around three hundred pounds and a good portion of that size came from the massive belly saddling his torso, round flesh barely clad... In fact his shirt had ridden up a bit, the underside slope of the belly betraying a thick pleasure trail surrounded by a relatively dense coating of hair over the rest as well.
Like Brian, the man's skull was completely hairless, though right at his ears a great and massive brown beard started. It flared out wildly to the sides and dropped down from his face, curling over his lips in a thick mustache and falling in waves across his chest. The beard was so long that it cascaded down to his belly, brushing the top. It was glorious, it was amazing, and Brian was so intrigued... He watched the man bring his own stogie to his lips, puffing away like a pro. Brian blushed even more as he felt a wet spot form in his underwear from a little pre.
"Oh, hey Brian!" Logan said, noticing the man after a moment, "Why don't you come join us?" Logan grinned.
"Me, I... wouldn't want to interrupt." Brian said. Soon Pa started chuckling loudly, a deep belly laugh that spilled out of his lips like the cloud of smoke.
"There isn't anything here to interrupt but male bonding time... And you look male enough to me." Pa said, "Come on, we've got plenty of stogies..." he said. Brian grinned a bit before he moved up onto the porch. He was about to sit down before he realized it was rude and offered the elder man his hand.
"I'm Brian." He said. The man reached out and took Brian's hand in his. Pa's hand was massive, able to close around his open palm with ease... It was calloused as well, showing a man of hard work. What surprised Brian most were the engraved rings around his massive fingers. He didn't know rings could be made that big... But as the hand closed around his, Brian nearly felt weak in the knees. He felt safe, at home, content and wonderful. He felt like he'd found paradise and never wanted to leave. He looked into the man's eyes and the man looked into Brian's soul.
"I'm Paul, though most just call me Pa." The bearded man said.
"Yes pa..." Brian said without really realizing it. The man chuckled gently, realizing the man had already fell into his spell. He gave a glance to Logan.
"Going back to your earlier conversation Logan, I think it might be time we got you a pet after all." Paul said.
"You mean it pa?" Logan asked. Paul nodded.
"Long as you take care of your pet..." Paul said.
"What kind of pet are you thinking of getting?" Brian asked, moving to set down.
"A nice big pup... Fuzzy and loveable, someone I can take hunting with me or just have by my side on cold nights." Logan said, looking into Brian's eyes.
"Sounds very nice." Brian smiled, trying to figure out again how old Logan was. The conversation seemed perfectly fitting for a father and son of slightly younger age. Maybe Logan still lived at home... Brian tried to shut out the inappropriate images in his mind of what he'd do with such a handsome family of bearded men.
"Here you go." Paul said as he handed Brian a prepared cigar. Brian was a bit anxious but he'd had a few cigar smoking friends. Usually he'd been too busy taking pictures of them to 'enjoy later' to even consider joining them. He grasped the cigar in his hands and brought it to his lips, accepting the lighter Logan offered. Soon the cigar was lit and he was puffing away. The smoke was thick, sweet and potent, a rich woody scent with hints of musk... It wasn't at all like the almost tropical cigars he had heard of. If anything it was as if he was smoking pure masculinity. Brian started feeling heavier, more content, almost lazy. He puffed, then he puffed some more.
At first the smoke he exhaled blew out ahead of him into a vague and undefined cloud, but before long it started to wrap around him in thin tendrils. The smoke caressed his skin, sunk into his clothes, seeped into his beard. Some of the thinnest tendrils of smoke seemed to line up with the hairs of his beard and the hairs seemed to stretch out into the smoke. Brian's short beard was growing longer and thicker, but something more was happening to. He really was getting heavier. The growth to his body had been too vague at first to place. He had started gaining weight everywhere, all over his body. The slightest bulges came from his arms and legs and neck and stomach... For a man of two fifty already, it was hardly noticeable... But as the minutes passed, the weight began to focus on a particular spot.
Ever so slowly Brian's shirt was getting tighter, hugging his stomach more, then slowly riding up. Brian didn't notice but Logan and Paul did. They watched with glee, puffing away themselves. Even Brian's shoes were growing tighter around his feet, his fingers slowly getting larger. There was one thing about Logan that was growing as well, but that was his groin. He continued to smoke his cigar with one hand, but his other was slipping to his tented pants to slowly caress himself. Brian was none the wiser, he had gone to a different place in his mind.
"Brian, look at me." Paul commanded. Brian's head turned. He couldn't resist, there was no way at all... He was completely obedient.
"You're going to make a fantastic pet for us, starting tonight... You'll do everything a good pup does... and you'll make us so very happy. We are your family, you are our pet." Paul grinned. There was a moment of panic and confusion in the back of Brian's mind but it soon disappeared. All Brian cared about was making his family happy... Pa and Logan, his Logan. Brian's mind seemed to shift and contort before a tongue slipped out of his lips, a strange sight on a bearded man. Paul grinned even wider.
****
Consciousness returned to Brian like a freight train as he grunted, stirring from his sleep, one eye opening before the other. He glanced up at the ceiling but it was different than his cabin. He tried to remember where he was, how he had gotten there. The last several days of his vacation had been a haze, a complete blur... But somehow Brian knew they had been good. He felt very good. The only thing that was not good was the huge lump under his back. Brian rolled to one side before he realized what the lump was... someone's leg.
Brian had not been prepared at all for what he saw when he rolled. He had found himself curled up at the foot of a bed, Logan's bed. The young man was slumbering beneath the comforter, his reddish beard seeming longer. Brian grinned a bit. He'd been invited to Logan's bed? That was a positive development. Ever so carefully he eased up off of the bed, taking a few steps. It wasn't until Brian passed Logan's mirror that he stopped dead. He thought he had been hallucinating at first, but as he turned to look again, he realized that he wasn't.
Brian's wardrobe had been changed in the previous few days... In fact he wasn't wearing much at all. Around his neck there was a thick black leather collar with a thick steel D ring dangling from it... and around his groin was a strange black leather version of underwear, though it had slits and flaps he had never seen before... and aside from that, he wasn't wearing anything. He looked down at his feet and saw they were dirty... with dirt. His fingernails were rough as well. Brian was more confused than ever, looking back at Logan, at least until he heard the floorboards creak outside the room.
"Is pup hungry?" came Paul's voice... and with the question, Brian's mind disappeared again. Brian wobbled before he collapsed onto all fours and rushed out of the room, scrambling past Paul's legs to where he knew food would be coming. He clattered into the aluminum feeding dish and looked up at Paul eagerly; his eyes alight with a young energy. Brian's knees and hands were aching, but he didn't sense that in his changed state. In his mind he truly felt like he was a puppy. Paul rustled up a lot of scraps left over from dinner. Bits of steak and potatoes and pork and corn. It was all dropped into Brian's bowl and Brian went at it.
While Brian chowed down, he could feel the food slipping down his throat and into his stretched stomach. What vestiges of humanity remained tried to tell him that he'd been pigging out for days. His belly rested below him, rounded by a fair margin... and as he ate, it was swelling even more. Paul moved over and reached around Brian, his hands sliding over the massive belly with great love and appreciation, rubbing and fondling it. He murmured happily. Brian started to waggle his hips as if he had a tail, trying to express his pleasure.
"What a good, big pup. You're almost big enough to be a true male." Brian whispered before he stood up and went about starting their own breakfast. Brian kept eating away until there wasn't a scrap left, licking the bowl. He perked his head up as a great sizzling came from the frying pan, Paul working on eggs and bacon and sausage. The sound was enough to stir Logan from his sleep and the young man padded out of his bedroom.
"Puppy need to go to the bathroom?" Logan asked. Brian grunted softly as he realized he really did have to. He scrambled across the floor to the sliding glass door, bringing up one hand to paw at the grass. Logan moved over and let the door slide open. Brian darted outside into the dew soaked grass beneath the pale sky, moving to relieve himself, but not in the conventional way. He felt no need to adjust his underwear, to unsnap anything or unfold the flaps... But something did feel different to say the least. It almost felt as if his own shaft was moving towards freedom, stretching and sliding.
Brian's eyes closed in great pleasure as he felt a pressure around his cock, squeezing and fondling it. Slowly, from the slit in his underwear, a moist red pointed tip began pushing out, a tapered head following it. It was far from the manhood of the human, the glistening rod belonged to that of a canine. It felt exquisite slipping through the slit, inch after inch. It felt fairly routine to the canine part of Brian's mind, but as the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth inches slipped out and his red cock quivered in the cool, the human part felt so very proud of his prowess.
After a moment's hesitation, Brian lifted one leg up and released the hold on his bladder. A hot steaming stream of amber piss sprayed off into the grass and rolled down the slope out of his way. It took a few moments to void his bladder but by the time he was done Logan had already opened the door and Brian went scrambling back inside, his hips swaying happily as he disappeared into the cabin. He truly was a changed man.
****
There were few pleasures in life greater than gnawing on a trusty rubber ball, at least to Brian and his changed mentality. It was quite the sight to see the bearded, bald headed man with a slobber covered ball in his mouth, though more attributes had been changing as time went on. His ears seemed abnormally pointed, his teeth sharper, his fingernails thick and curving. Even his tailbone seemed to have stretched into a short nub... But for the most part he was still human, at least physically. Mentally he was almost completely canine and he didn't seem to have any problem with that. Brian crawled from the kitchen through the Cabin, his belly swaying out even more. He'd topped out somewhere around three twenty five but his massive belly was just as big as his pa's.
"Pup, come out here." Came the call of Paul from the porch. Brian crawled through the house quickly, giving a glance to Logan's room. He'd already gone to bed but he had left the door cracked for his pet. Brian felt comforted at that before he nuzzled his way out of the front door and onto the porch. The sun had long since set, the moon was high in the sky and the stars sparkled like jewels. The only bright light came from the burning embers of Pau's cigar as he took one last puff and then exhaled. Brian crawled over and leaned up into the smoke. Paul chuckled and rubbed Brian's head, "Good pup... I think it's about time we made sure you were a full member of this family... Our pet forever. Would you like that?" he asked. Brian nodded eagerly, his tongue slipping out of his lips as he panted and nodded. Paul chuckled again, giving Brian's head one more pat.
Brian leaned back on his haunches, watching curiously like any smart dog would as his master put his cigar aside and reached for his pants. Paul's massive hands deftly unfastened his jeans before unzipping them, pulling the fly apart to reveal that he had not in fact been wearing any underwear. What emerged from the fly was a massive fury bush and a glorious smell. The scent of manly musk wafted to Brian's nose, so intense that he couldn't ignore it. Brian eased forward, leaning down to stick his face into Paul's crotch.
Paul spread his hand across the back of Brian's head, encouraging him in his exploration. Brian rooted around with his nose before it slipped along the hog meat of his master. Smelling such a glorious scent, Brian took an experimental lick... and then shivered with delight. Soon Brian was licking harder and harder, pushing Paul's pants open wider. As he did so, he revealed more of Paul's package until his immense uncut cock sprung out, already half hard. While Brian was content to slobber all over it, Paul had something else in mind.
Guiding his pet to the end of his shaft, he gently pulled back his foreskin, fully exposing the hard mushroom shaped head. Brian's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head in glee. He had always been gay, being gay had been one of the reasons he had come to Deepwood, but now that he was reduced to such basic instincts there was little more he wanted to do in life than eat, pee and fuck... and he was still very much gay. Brian charged forward, his lips pressing to the head of the cock before him, sliding over it slowly. Soon his tongue was teasing the piss slit, encouraging Paul to be even rougher.
Brian inched further over the shaft, taking more in by the moment. Paul grunted and groaned, his legs spreading wide, his balls dangling in his pants. Brian was soon bobbing his head back and forth on the shaft, his tongue moving so expertly around the shaft it was as if he was trained. Even Paul was impressed, clutching the pet's skull to his cock as he let out a long and lingering moan, as well as something more. A strong, potent precum began leaking out of the shaft, drooling across Brian's tongue before being gulped away into his large stomach, but it was just enough to trigger the next stage of Brian's existence.
The tingling started in Brian's massive belly before moving outwards. Soon every vein, every capillary, every muscle and organ was tingling with productivity. Brian suddenly wedged his head forward, taking in as much of Paul's cock as he could until the head brushed the back of his throat. Then he willed himself to relax and took in even more. The shaft angled down his throat, sliding into the massaging warmth, ushering forth even more pre.
Brian reached his hands into Paul's pants, trying to grope his master's balls. It seemed a few parts of his humanity remained even if he didn't acknowledge them. Paul nearly jumped in surprise and joy as a hand found his balls, but it wasn't quite the hand of a human. Portions of the palm were swelling at a rapid pace, pushing into paw pads. His fingernails had grown so thick and dark that they sank into his fingers, emerging from the tips alone as true claws. Brian's bare feet had changed too, narrower but longer, looking far more animalistic as the claws grew in there.
Paul watched as Brian sucked off of his cock, watching his cheeks bulge with the presence of his manhood, but another change was taking place. While the pet's cheeks bulged around the shaft, his full beard was changing colors. The russet brown was interrupted by streaks of grayish silver. They spread through his stache, his cheeks, then his whole beard. It was a radiant color, not making him look old at all, but making him look very different. When his beard had finished changing, his nose was the next to change. Paul watched with glee as the skin darkened and the nostrils turned up, his nose ending in a moist canine nose.
Wanting to please his master even more, Brian pulled his head back, intent on thrusting it back around Paul's meat... but when he pulled his head back, his lips stayed in place. He pulled again and met the same result. Again and again, all Brian managed to do was to stretch his face. His jaw was incredibly numb but it had extended several inches. His teeth throbbed and grew wider and sharper at the same time, moving to make up the extra space. His upper lip and nose had pushed out as well, his mouth stretched and elongated in such a way that it came together around Paul's cock. Much like his nose, Brian's long lips had turned black and his tongue had grown to match his muzzle.
Paul rubbed Brian's head once more, though his fingers felt the soft start of new silver fur coming in. He started to pet Bran's head before guiding it back and forth. This time as Brian moved, his muzzle came with it, though the changes were accelerating even more. Never had Brian's humanity been so far from him, but soon he was sucking the cock in his muzzle as his eyes throbbed, his natural color being taken over by amber His ears throbbed and began moving up his head, the flesh and ear canals rearranging before the silver fur came in all the way, connecting his beard to the rest of his head. All over his skull the silver fur pushed out more and more. His eyebrows disappeared in it and the fur even covered his nose and forehead, sweeping across in a steady quest for domination. His cheek bones popped, his forehead shifted, the crook in his nose gave way to an even angle... and soon Paul let out a triumphant laugh. His pet had the head of a wolf.
Growling and snarling against any that would dare try to suck off his master other than him, Brian was having the time of his life. The hair on his arms and legs grew out softer and longer, his skin disappearing beneath a nice furry coat. His chest hair was lighter than the rest, turning white. The hair peeking out of his underwear was white as well, revealing that it went all the way down. Fur even sprouted out across the back of his hands and all over his feet, covering every bit but his swollen paw pads.
With a reluctant slurp, Brian pulled off of his master's shaft just long enough to cover his balls in saliva, licking and slurping one before turning his attention to the other. When they had been suitably bathed, he slipped his muzzle around the cock again like a sleeve. Paul was writhing in his chair, fit to be tied. His hand caressed Brian's new fur, but he wasn't able to watch his success over the former human, he was too concentrated on his own pleasure. Brian's hips started to waggle, but instead of it being a fruitless motion, it seemed to be spurning on the growth of his tailbone. The tiny nub began pushing out again, stretching as bone after bone extended, connecting to the one before, being coated in muscle and sinew. The growing tube of flesh started wagging around on its own, though all across its surface the first furs were pushing out.
No matter where Paul managed to look on Brian's body, there seemed to be no place that wasn't being taken over by fur. His thighs, his wrists, his neck, his back, his entire body. He was becoming a fine silver werewolf, the perfect pet for true men. Paul felt the deadly fangs around his cock, felt the claws eagerly stroking his leg. There was little he could do but enjoy his pet... at least until a groaning sound came. Paul opened one eye to look down, though he couldn't see past Brian's wonderful belly. The groaning grew louder and louder until there was a sudden pop and the leather underwear snapped off, falling to the porch.
Brian panted softly as he felt his fuzzy white sheath fling free for the first time, weighed down by his own canine erection. His tapered cock pushed out at once, covered in goo and dropping it just as fast. His fuzzy white wolf balls were huge, at least the size of oranges. He was the perfect beast to take pride in, as masculine as they came. Paul grunted and moaned, unable to hold back much more. He carefully kept Brian's head close to him as he moaned, then groaned, and then cried out.
Brian had little warning, feeling a throbbing in his master's balls and then a pulse shooting across the shaft. It was still enough. Brian made sure his muzzle was wrapped tightly around his master's shaft before the hot thick musk rushed into his maw. Brian gulped it down, letting the potent sperm nourish him. All over his body his fur grew longer and softer and thicker. His tail stretched out another foot longer, his claws curved more, his ears perked up and fuzzy white fur filled the insides.
"Good pup, very good pup..." Paul moaned and groaned, watching Brian's paws grow larger, his canine cock swell. His belly shrunk some, the mass being converted into muscle and size. Even Brian's ribs expanded, making him the biggest wolf on the mountain for sure. The wolf pup sucked away until nothing more spilled from Paul's shaft. Slowly he pulled back, licking his master clean, sucking every drop of saliva off of his cock and balls before Paul collapsed in his chair, panting hard.
Brian sat back, realizing that his ankles and hips had changed significantly. It seemed that he would be just as comfortable on all fours as he would be on two legs. His tail wagged at that happy note, but he watched his master obediently. Paul took several minutes to recover, panting and moaning, but after some time he reached out and rubbed the thick fur on Brian's head. Brian panted in bliss. It had been some time since he had hair. Paul took one more deep pant before he smiled.
"You better go play with the boy... He's been wanting a pet for so long." Paul said. Brian's tail wagged so hard it nearly fell off before he rushed into the house, barreling through doors. He lunged and jumped, sailing through the air before landing on Logan's bed. Logan let out a shriek of surprise, blushing beat red. He had been jacking off, only to be burst in on, though when he saw it was Brian he beamed in delight and moved to hug the huge werewolf around the neck.
"Brian, you're amazing! You're perfect! I love you so much!" he exclaimed. Brian moved to lick and slurp on Logan's face happily, though as he moved around to dos o he saw Logan's hard cock. Brian managed to do his canine duty and cover Logan's face with doggie drool before he suddenly plunged his muzzle around the bearded boy's cock. Logan groaned loudly, falling back limp onto his bead. Brian started bobbing his head up and down on the meat, slurping and sucking.
One of Logan's hands managed to numbly find its way to the back of his pet's head, holding Brian there. It wasn't long before Logan's back arched and Brian got his second load of the night. He lapped up the cum but kept his head around Logan's shaft. He knew there was much more fun to be had that night... and he knew that his visit to Deepwood was over. Now it was his home.