A Singular Experience
A Singular Experience Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Therealphil and Wolflover421
Light clouds drifted across the blue sky, doing little to trap in the sun's heat. There was a chill in the air, though one couldn't tell just by looking through a window. The trees were bare of their leaves; the last remnants lay around the cobblestone sidewalks and pedestrian ways while the black streets had long since been rendered clear by the wheels of the cars. On such cold days, Phil was quite pleased that he had a boyfriend to walk to the college with, side by side. They took their time, finding enough warmth from stimulating conversation and dressing in layers. Phil tried to make sure Chris had plenty of time to talk, though he was a fantastic listener and Phil seemed to be on a roll sharing details about a movie trailer he had seen.
The two passed in front of store shops, their images reflected in the glass. Phil was thin and lithe with dark brown hair that caught the light at the tips, short in the back and sides but with a bit of extra length towards the front. The short hair around his ears seamlessly transitioned into the well kept chinstrap beard he had, running along his jaw with a single strip running up the center of his chin to his lower lip. Black framed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, the lenses nearly perfect rectangles. The black frames matched the flattened bead like earrings he wore, a single spot of color on his fair skin. The black seemed to suit him as even his hoodie was black with a gray ninja star like pattern cris-crossing the fabric.
To Phil's side was his boyfriend Chris. Chris seemed a bit taller next to Phil, though his hair was the most striking difference. Unlike Phil, Chris had flowing dishwater blond hair that fell in waves down to his shoulders in the back while his bangs were trimmed, parting down the middle and resting against the top of his cheek bones. Like Phil, he too wore glasses though his had thinner frames and the lenses were far more rounded. A light dusting of stubble gave his face definition. As if emphasizing the cool, Chris was wearing a bright teal shirt with a faint darker blue pattern sprawled across it. A small circular pendant also hung from his neck, resting on his collar bone.
"Do you think the new semester will be interesting? I mean, will we have enough to do? We've gotten pretty good with our class load." Phil contemplated.
"I'm sure it will be fine." Chris replied.
"You're probably right." Phil smiled.
"If you're looking for something extra, they have some sign ups today... Swim Team, Track and Wrestling I think." Chris said. Phil thought about it for a long moment.
"Wrestling seems like it could be pretty good. What do you think?" Phil asked.
"It'd be fun to see you in one of those uniforms, and I already know you're pretty fit." Chris grinned. Phil chuckled.
"Alright, we'll try out for Wrestling team, see if we can spice things up this semester.
"And when we get all sore we can give each other nice massages." Chris said, "Head to toe." He added, thinking about what a nice body Phil said.
"That sounds very nice..." Phil said, putting an arm over Chris' shoulders as they moved toward the building their first classes were in.
*****
The first day of the new semester had gone alright for Phil and Chris. Phil had found himself naturally adept at much of the material while Chris had been surprised by having a past instructor he really liked for one of his new classes. The day had flown by and the two had proceeded to the gymnasium where recruitment had flown by faster than they had anticipated. They had made I through the speech about what being on the team would mean, what the responsibilities were and then they had watched a demonstration before being taken to the locker room to suit up for a practice round. Phil and Chris had enjoyed every bit, though once they were down in the gym they soon came to the realization that many of the new recruits had a far better idea what they were doing there. Neither had realized that they could bring their own workout clothes and Phil had sheepishly asked if there were any extras... and there had been only two.
Phil and Chris stood in line along one of the larger matches, watching seasoned members of the wrestling team and new recruits going at it trying various moves while the coach checked their natural instincts. Chris was all but hiding behind Phil, not because of the other athletes but because his wrestling singlet was far too loose. Even Phi's was a size too large, the straps dangling like wet spaghetti noodles. While their hearts were in the right place, they were a bit lacking in other areas. Phil looked at the jock in front of him and tried to compare his body size before coming to the conclusion that he was quite possibly exactly half as wide as the man before him and over a head shorter.
"It's not too late to head back..." Phil whispered to Chris, not wanting him to feel trapped, especially sensing how close he was staying.
"No, I want to stay... Especially if we wrestle each other." Chris smirked playfully.
"Careful, these uniforms won't hide much." Phil grinned.
"Mine's hanging like a potato sack, it might hide enough." Chris replied.
"We'll order our own uniforms when we get home if we're still committed to this. Maybe some gym equipment too." Phil replied.
"That sounds like a good plan." Chris replied.
"We just have to survive." Phil said, watching the man in front of him move onto the mat. He and his opponent lowered down, holding their hands out, circling ach other back and forth. There were faints, rushes, retreats. Phil and Chris were totally absorbed in the suspense before they crashed together, shoulder to shoulder, hands searching for the advantage. They grappled and grabbed, reversing their fates before one was pinned and the victory was called. The new recruit had won! It was a huge morale booster and the enthusiasm rushed through the crowd as they cleared the mat. Phil rushed out, his chest rising and falling. He was excited, at least until a bear of a man stepped into the ring across from him. Phil took another breath before emulating the poses he had seen the other students take.
The bear charged and Phil was hoisted up off his feet. He used his body strength to try and escape, managing to shift his position and cause the man to stumble, though his fate was still sealed. Soon Phil was pinned and the whistle blown. Chris moved to help Phil up; Phil bowed his head to his opponent before looking at the others.
"We have a lot of catching up to do." He murmured. Chris nodded gently.
****
The evening had been a relaxed one for Chris and Phil by necessity. They had retreated to the apartment they shared, locked the door and turned the heat up. Their muscles were stiff and their bones ached after a long workout with the wrestling team. Neither had faired very well, but their spirits were not dampened. They still intended to keep with it in the hopes of rising to the level the others were at. Chris had been moving around the apartment to gather towels for a nice hot shower, but Phil had been working on the computer since they came home. Finally curious enough to wonder what Phil was up to, Chris moved over to Phil and leaned on his shoulders, sliding his arms around his neck.
"What are you up to?" Chris asked.
"I was trying to find good workout equipment or uniforms or something to help us. I found this site, it sounds pretty promising but it isn't translated that well." Phil explained. Chris reached up to stroke the fuzz on Phil's cheek.
"Like what?" Chris asked.
"They say they have uniforms that will make you 'strong like a bear' or 'fast like cheetah' and stuff. They say it's from their patented materials." Phil said.
"Well, you know they have to market it so they probably make it sound better than it really is." Chris warned. Phil nodded.
"I know, but we do need an edge and they don't look too bad. They can custom make them to match school colors, and they stretch too so even if we grow and bulk out, it won't be a bad investment." Phil said.
"Well, what ones were you looking at for us?" Chris asked curiously. Phil scrolled back up.
"I was thinking of the 'strong and fast like wolf' for me. For you, I was having a harder time deciding but maybe 'evade and slip free like rabbit' to get out of holds and stuff." Phil said.
"If it works." Chris reminded him.
"I know, I know." Phil smiled, "Besides, I like the idea of you being my lucky rabbit's feet."
"Feet? I thought they usually worked with just one." Chris chuckled.
"Well I love your feet." Phil smiled.
"Then how about you help me wash them. We can have a shower together; massage the kinks out of our muscles. But you should order those first since they'll probably take a while to get here." Chris said. Phil grinned.
"Not a problem, they have next day delivery." Phil replied. He bought their selections and checked out, choosing next day delivery. Once the confirmation page showed up, he sprung to his feet and slung an arm around Chris' waist, walking with him back to the bathroom. Chris set his glasses aside in a case so they wouldn't build up moisture and fog over while Phil slid off his shirt, then remembered to remove his glasses. The two watched each other undress, their manhood hardening as they saw each other. It was just as much love and romance as it was lust.
Chris leaned into the shower to turn it on, the water steaming up at once. Phil advanced, backing Chris into the shower before the hot stream cascaded over them both. Phil leaned up against Chris, bringing their lips together, his hands sliding over his lover and mate. Chris shivered in delight, pressing back into Chris, grinding his groin against his boyfriend's. The water poured down their flesh as they kissed and rubbed, knowing that no matter what happened, they loved each other without reservation.
****
The thumping at the door stirred Chris from his slumber, one eye popping open. He wasn't sure at first what had woken him up, but another thump from the door solved that particular mystery. He climbed out of bed, leaving Phil where he was, making his way to the front door. He opened it up to see a delivery man holding a large box with a tablet computer on it. Chris quickly took the tablet and signed for the package before supporting the box. The man took the tablet and bowed his head before moving off. Chris shut the door with his foot as he carried the box in, spotting Phil come down the hall.
"They really weren't kidding about next day delivery!" Chris said.
"Wow, that's them? It's a big box..." Phil said. Chris set the box down and Phil grabbed his pocket knife before slicing the box open. They peeled back the layers of cardboard to reveal a sea of packing peanuts. Phil reached in before he pulled, withdrawing a burgundy red wrestling uniform, then a second a moment later. He was surprised by the weight of them; they were a bit heavier than conventional neoprene or spandex, as if they had several layers. He draped the uniforms across his waist.
"That must be mine." Chris said, pulling the top one off, looking at it.
"How can you tell?" Phil asked with a smile.
"It's a big taller and trimmer." Chris smiled.
"You calling me short?" Phil joked. Chris pulled off his shirt and dropped his underwear before he started pulling his uniform on. Phil was surprised but turned on and decided to do the same. They could give them a try before they took them to school.
"This really feels amazing..." Chris said, running his hand over the material, "I feel something in the middle, like an extra layer... Almost like fur."
"They wouldn't put fur in a wrestling uniform, would they?" Phil asked in surprise. He turned back around and looked at Chris, his eyes going wide in surprise. Chris looked almost like a god with his flowing blond hair, his fine skin and the burgundy uniform hugging his body. Every contour and every muscle he did have was defined, highlighted and displayed. Chris was just as much in awe at Phil, looking at his amazing body... Phil was a masculine power house in the uniform with his piercings and beard and bed head. Phil lifted his hands before he moved for Chris but Chris darted out of the way. Phil's eyes widened.
"Why did you move?" Phil asked.
"I thought we were wrestling, it was instinct. Do you want me to stay still?" Chris asked. Phil wasn't sure why, but a grin crossed his lips.
"Nah... The hunt is half the fun." He murmured before springing again. Chris darted through the apartment, moving through the kitchen and up the hall, Phil trying to outpace and outthink him. Phil lunged towards Chris in the bedroom but Chris jumped out of the way and moved back out of the room. Phil got up and charged, pouncing. He caught Chris and the two toppled onto the couch, Chris landing on his back. Phil fiercely began kissing Chris, sucking on his bottom lip before kissing and nibbling his neck. Chris moaned, his foot twitching as they embraced.
"So good." Chris whispered.
"Just wait until we're trying them at practice." Phil grinned.
****
The school day had seemed like an eternity to Phil and Chris, but at last wrestling practice had come. They both seemed to be doing far better than their first attempt, much to the coach's pleasure. Phil was managing to pin his competitors in record time while Chris seemed to tire them out evading and breaking free until they were weak enough to pin. The methods were rather different, but the results were the same. They were doing fantastically. They'd even stayed after the official end of practice for a few more rounds, though they had worked up quite a sweat before finally heading into the locker room. Their new uniforms were soaked through, the stains looking darker than usual with the fur layer in between.
"You did fantastic out there." Phil said to Chris. Chris smiled.
"Not nearly as well as you, you were like the alpha male out there." Chris replied.
"I guess these uniforms work." Phil smiled, pulling the shoulder straps off before rolling it down. Chris turned, smiling a bit.
"Looks like you're shedding though." He said, trying to brush the hairs off that had come through the uniform. He got most of them, though some of the bits of fur clung to his skin. Phil licked his lips before he started removing Chris's uniform for him, moving to kiss his collar bone, his nipple, even his stomach. Soon their uniforms fell to the floor, pooling around their feet. It only took a moment of them gazing into each other's eyes before their lips came together again, their tongues tangling and their bodies grinding. Phil's tongue was more aggressive than ever, tangling and wrestling with Chris. Soon Phil's fingers tangled in Chris's long hair.
A jolt of lust shot through Chris. It felt so amazing to have Phil in control, to be so dominant... He felt Phil guiding his head down, and it was so right. He couldn't deny it. He lowered his head slowly, moving toward Phil's hard cock. Chris pressed his lips to the mushroom shaped head, slurping it in before he started sucking and bobbing his head up and down. Phil growled in pleasure, using his hand to guide Chris' head up and down on his cock, picking up the pace. Minutes passed but their heavy breathing and grunting continued until Phil shuddered.
He felt his balls tug up, his cock pulse and his brain sizzle with anticipation. Phil held Chris's head to his cock with all his might before he unleashed his seed. Chris gulped the thick sperm down greedily, his hips swaying a bit as he drank it, feeling so very, very fulfilled... and then Chris's cock pulsed and shot out ropes of cum all over the floor without having been touched. He'd never cum without direct stimulation before, but they'd never had sex in a public place before. It was naughty, it was exhilarating. Chris shivered happily as he pulled off of his lover's shaft.
"These uniforms are fantastic... Not just for wrestling, for everything..." Chris whispered, "Can we wear them more? Like... all the time?" Chris begged. Phil would have said yes anyhow, but seeing Chris crouching before him, cum on his lips, almost subservient... Phil felt like the most powerful beast in the world, and he didn't want to break the heart of his lover.
"Of course we can..." Phil whispered, petting Chris's head. Chris shivered in joy before springing up, giving Phil another deep kiss.
****
The cold winter had continued, but Phil and Chris had never had a hotter love life. They were becoming the talk of the campus for wrestling and they were insatiable when it came to love making. It seemed everything they did was spicier though. They had gotten into more arguments than ever before, though usually at the initiation of Phil, but they had made up for each fight with fantastic make up sex. All things considered, they both felt happier than they ever had before. Chris moved around the kitchen, trying to whip up something to quench his growling stomach. It seemed that he and Phil were always hungry these days, but that wasn't hard to explain... All the working out they were doing had accelerated their metabolism and triggered a growth spurt.
Chris had gotten out a huge metal bowl and filled it with six kinds of lettuce, cherry tomatoes and mushrooms and grated cheese and diced nuts and shredded carrot. It was certainly a harvest delight salad and the sight of it made Chris drool. He popped a lettuce leaf into his mouth and munched away, finding the way it crunched so gratifying. He grabbed the salad dressing bottle and gave it a good shake, mixing up the contents before drizzling it over the greens. He carried the huge bowl of salad out to the table for himself before moving back and popping the oven open.
While Chris' diet had seemed to shift more to fruits and vegetables, Phil was more of a carnivore than ever. He was practically eating steaks at every meal, the rarer the better. Chris slid the steak out onto a plate and brought it up to the counter. He turned to the sizzling pan he had left while making the salad and pulled out several pieces of sausage and bacon to put next to the steak before he turned everything off and brought the plate out to put at the table. None of Chris's food preparation would have been abnormal... if he had been wearing anything but his uniform.
True to their word, both men had been wearing their uniforms nearly constantly, under their regular clothes and at practice and even in bed. It was easy to see how Chris' diet had helped him loose any of the fat he had left. He was lithe and agile, tall and thin... and incredibly horny. His balls seemed rather plump and he almost always was at least partially aroused. The burgundy uniform bulged out over his package, a soft wet spot remaining from where his shaft drooled whenever he thought of Phil.
As if summoned by the thought, the door eased open and Phil returned. He shut and locked the door before unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside to reveal the uniform beneath. His shoes and pants were the next to go. Chris watched with his jaw hanging open, drinking in how handsome Phil looked. While Chris had lost weight, Phil had gained some... but only in muscle. He was several centimeters taller than before and bigger all around. His shoulders and hips were wider, his muscles were thicker and he had gotten a fair sight harrier. Phil's chinstrap beard was thick and luxurious and dark stubble crossed his cheeks and upper lip. Even his chest was thick with hair, while his arm and leg hair had gotten denser too. Phil moved over to Chris as if he owned the place, a pride and swagger in his steps.
"Did you miss me?" Phil asked.
"Always, completely." Chris whispered. Phil grabbed Chris and buried his face in Chris's neck, sucking and licking, marking his boyfriend as his. Chris gasped out, nearly swooning. Phil licked the red spot he'd made, feeling pride in marking his territory, making sure all the world knew what was his. Phil's nostrils flared as he sniffed the air.
"Something smells delicious." Phil said, licking his lips.
"I made you steak and sausage and bacon." Chris said eagerly.
"You're too good to me." Phil smiled, reaching up to stroke Chris' cheek, realizing his stubble was getting softer and thicker, almost like a faint beard. For some reason thinking of Chris as fuzzy turned Phil on even more. He moved and gave his lover another deep, passionate kiss. Chris did his best to return it, overwhelmed in bliss. He'd gladly submit to any pleasure Phil had in mind. Still, both of the men were rather hungry and eventually Phil's stomach won out. They moved to sit down side by side, their respective meals before them. Phil's steak was so rare that as he cut into it, the juices were faintly pink. Normally it would have turned his stomach, but now it was the most appetizing thing he'd seen all day.
He ran his tongue over his teeth, not thinking about how much sharper they seemed. Soon he was ravenously stuffing the food into his mouth, chewing and gnawing. Normally Chris would have been chowing down as well, but something was stirring his loins more than his digestion. Chris' nose twitched as he sniffed the air, slowly leaning closer and closer to Phil. Phil was too busy eating to notice until he felt Chris nuzzling against the crook of his arm. Confused and intrigued, Phil lifted his arm and Chris was welcomed to the source of the smell that was captivating him son. Phil's sweaty armpit smelled like the most wonderful thing ever to Chris. He had no way of knowing that the man was putting out a potent musky pheromone.
Chris closed his eyes and pushed his face into Phil's pit, nuzzling and rubbing into it, smashing his nose against the flesh before slowly his lips parted and his tongue darted out, burying in the hair of Phil's underarm. Phil gave a confused chuckle but Chris wasn't pulling back. Soon Chris was licking and nuzzling, rubbing his face in Phil's pit, his cock achingly hard. Chris wanted the scent all over him... The sweat, the musk, everything. He panted hard, his foot tapping on the carpet. Phil grunted, loving how turned on his boyfriend was. He snaked his hand in the side of Chris' uniform, sliding it down, tracing it through Chris's bush... God did that man have a soft bush.
Phil met his goal and soon started wrapping his fingers around his boyfriend's cock, feeling the wet uniform slick against his hand. As Chris sucked and nuzzled and licked on his pit, Phil started to slide his hand up and down, giving his mate a hand job. Chris bucked into the hand, panting like mad. Phil moaned as well, dominated by his instincts. The two kept at their activities before Chris was paralyzed by lust. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his balls seized up before thick, hot cum gushed out into the uniform and over Phil's hand.
Chris was so light headed that he nearly fell out of his chair but Phil helped ease him back onto it before extracting his hand from the uniform. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked up the excess cum, though there was a bit more hair on the back of his hand than there had been when he put it in Chris' uniform. The hair seemed to be fairly thick and dark as well. Chris turned, looking at Phil with loving eyes before he stuffed some salad in his mouth, munching it down eagerly. The two certainly did enjoy each other's company.
****
It seemed like time was flying by for Chris and Phil, but they were certainly having fun... and all thanks to joining the wrestling team on a whim. They'd won their first major match and received a trophy and a cash bonus. Their pride had never been higher. The one thing neither of them had been anticipating was just how desirable their skills would make them. They had both had to fend off sexual advanced from numerous class and teammates, but as horny as they always were, it was easy to say no... because they had the perfect partner to come home to.
Phil opened the door to his apartment, moving in carefully. He was a bit claustrophobic in the door frame, but he filled almost all of it. Phil's growth had been unmatched in height and muscle. He was a powerhouse. His biceps and triceps bulged, his legs were as thick as tree trunks and his shoulders were as wide as any student on the football team. The testosterone boost had hit him pretty hard as well. He'd tried to keep his customary chinstrap beard but it had been impossible with how fast his stubble was growing. A very manly short, full beard covered his face, complimenting the hair on his body. It was so thick on his chest, arms and legs that it was practically like fur.
Phil was quick to kick his shoes off, wanting to get out of the uncomfortable things. He couldn't stand being restrained in them. Wearing clothes was a pain, the only thing he could stand wearing anymore was his uniform. The burgundy cloth seemed darker than ever, having absorbed so much sweat and musk. It smelled like virile man and the scent was a potent drug to Phil. He reached up to scratch at his chest, his longer fingernails digging through the hair to get at the itch. He walked past the television, his image reflecting in it. His body and hair hadn't been the only thing to grow; his ears seemed a bit misshapen, longer and almost a bit pointed.
Without his pants on, it was easy to see just how large Phil's groin was. He seemed to have a nearly constant erection, his balls throbbing and super charged in their cum production. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air before an unnatural grin crossed his face, his sharp teeth revealed. He knew Chris was home. Phil padded down the hall toward the bedroom, his toes sinking into the carpet. His toenails had grown longer and thicker, curving down. Despite sinking into the carpet, he seemed to be more above it than ever... but that was likely because portions of his feet had swollen into pillowy pads.
The door to the dim bedroom lurched open and Chris gasped in shock, looking up with wide eyes. Phil filled the doorway, the light from the hall backlighting the massive man. While few would have thought it possible, the recent weeks had given Chris an even more lithe body. It was as if he had been poured rather than born. His arms, his hips, his legs... His entire body was forged out of lithe muscle, the muscle of runners and swimmers. In the dim light his blond hair seemed rather gray. The same could be said for the hair on his arms and legs. What most certainly wasn't gray was the burgundy uniform stretched to its limits, pulled down to his balls. Thick puddles of cum were splattered all over his chest. Chris looked up at Phil, panting.
"I think the uniforms are doing something to us... Maybe we should... stop wearing them." He whimpered, unable to remove his cock from his hand, jerking himself off yet again. Phil grinned, striding over. He climbed up on the bed, moving to straddle his boyfriend. Slowly he leaned into Chris until their groins touched, then their stomachs. Chris' seed soaked into Phil's uniform as the larger man kept leaning in until their lips were almost touching and their eyes were centimeters apart.
"But if we stop wearing them, we won't feel this good anymore... Don't you love how we feel? Don't you love what they can make us do? It's let me show my love for you like I always wanted to..." Phil whispered, "In fact, I stopped at the gym on the way home just to work out hard... and fast... so I'd be all sweaty the way you like it." Phil grinned, lowering his uniform to reveal his hairy chest. Chris buried his face into Phil's chest before he could think, licking and slurping and nuzzling, making his way to his boyfriend's nipple. He licked and slurped and tugged on it. Phil grinned, "See... We'll only take them off for sex... And not even all the time then." Phil whispered.
"But what about the changes?" Chris asked, afraid of upsetting Phil. It went against every urge he had to make his lover.
"What changes?" Phil asked, moving to nibble and suck on Chris's neck.
"Well, my feet..." Chris replied.
"Your sexy feet?" Phil asked, breaking the kiss and climbing off of Chris. Phil crouched down at the end of the bed, reaching to lift one of Chris' feet up. It was even bigger than Phil remembered... So long, so thick, so tall. The toes were plump, the soul arched, it was perfect... the perfect foot. Still, Phil knew in the back of his mind what Chris was saying. Something was wrong, they were changing. Chris's feet were far larger than any shoe store sold, but as much as that should have scared Phil, it only turned him on. Both of Phil's hands moved to massage Chris' foot, stroking and caressing it, savoring every inch.
Chris shivered and moaned, his eyes slipping shut. Phil just loved making him squirm in lust, but this was something more. Phil couldn't stop himself. It was as if Chris' feet were even growing in his hands... The toes stretching, the foot growing longer, the ankles changing. Phil found his head drifting closer... and closer...and closer until his lips touched the end of one of Chris' toes. Phil's eyes were wide, he surprised himself, but no more than he did when his lips parted and he took the toe into his mouth starting to suck and slurp on it. He bobbed his head up and down almost as if he was giving a mini blow job before his mouth popped off. Chris' toenail had grown long, curved and a bit sharper, almost like a claw. Chris felt the change, but he couldn't stop. He sucked off another toe, then another.
Soon all of the toes on Chris's right foot were capped in claws. Phil nuzzled his soft beard against the foot, though Chris could have sworn the facial hair was softer than anything, almost like fur. Phil felt all sots of bumps on Chris's foot, bumps that should have concerned him but just delighted him. Soft pads of flesh swelled across his foot, forming what seemed to be paw pads. For several minutes Phil worshiped Chris's large foot, but when no more changes seemed to come he traded for the other. Chris screamed out in lust as his cock throbbed and ached, sending out jets of cu, but he knew more would follow. He was far from spent.
Chris's fingers dug into their bed, his fingernails growing sharper. It seemed as the two really got into the swing of things that their changes were only accelerating. A strange throbbing filled Chris's head, focusing on his ears. He lost his sense of hearing for a bit as his ears migrated up the sides of his head before they came to a stop, but the feelings didn't. His hears kept growing and shifting, stretching longer. Tiny invisible hairs emerged all over the ears, slowly picking up a soft gray color. At first the ears rose up into points above his head, stretching out of his flowing waves of gray hair, but soon they were too heavy to support themselves. One of Chris's long ears slowly flopped over, then the other did as well.
Phil was far from excluded in the changes. His nuzzling and licking of Chris's feet had become absolutely animal. His tongue was stretching, his sharp teeth were exposed. His ears also moved up his head, emerging as tall, pointed proud ears from the top of his head. The fleshy triangles rippled as soft brown fur emerged from the backs, helping them to blend into his hair better. The hair on his chest grew thicker, getting so dense that his skin disappeared beneath it. His arm hair soon followed, sweeping up over his shoulders before it spilled down his back. His biceps and triceps bulged once more, rippling in strength. The thick brown hair even swept down across Phil's hands, filling in the gaps where he had not yet grown hair. It went all the way down to his long sharp fingernails, nails that sank down into his fingers and emerged from the tips as claws.
As his palms were subsumed by fur, only the swollen paw pads remained smooth and fleshy. Phil licked and sucked and nuzzled the foot like he had gone mad, and in a way he had... He had gone mad with lust. Phil grunted, his eyes squeezing shut as his jaw popped and his eyes shifted. His lower jaw stretched out longer, growing slightly narrower while his upper lip and nose stretched to follow suit. The bridge of his nose lost its angle as his face extended, becoming one steady slope from his eyebrows down. Even his nostrils turned up as the flesh on the tip of his nose turned dark and grew moist and rubbery. Suddenly Phil's beard fur started spreading rapidly. It stretched up and over his nose and around his eyes, sweeping across his forehead.
His face continued to pop and shift before Phil opened his eyes for the first time as a werewolf. It was true he was still changing, but his head had finished changing, and with it his mind. He was a predator, an alpha male, a wolf. He slowly rose up with a feral, wild look on his face. This was far from what Chris was expecting, however. Seeing the head of a wolf rise from beneath his legs, Chris' heart was thumping in his chest and his instincts came over. Chris pulled his legs back and jumped with surprising agility, arching over Phil before landing on the carpet. Phil spun around, digging his claws into the carpet as a bulge formed in the back of his uniform, his tailbone pushing out from his spine, his ass cheeks parting.
Chris ran, using his large feet to propel himself forward. Phil bounded after him, saliva dripping from his sharp fangs. Phil was so fast he caught up to Chris easily, but every time he tried to grab him, Chris was able to wriggle out of it. They slammed into one end table, then another, moving about the apartment at an insane speed. Chris was sweating buckets, but the sweat only seemed to accelerate his own change. His ass cheeks parted a bit as well to make room for his tailbone pushing away from his body. Soft gray fur pushed out on the nub, forming a puff ball of a tail, squeezed tight in his singlet. His leg hair got thicker and softer until his legs disappeared beneath the coating. The fur even moved down across his massive feet, leaving only his paw pads bare.
Chris's long gray furry ears flopped around down his back as he ran and his nose continued to twitch, but as it did it stretched forward. The point of his nose blunted and grew smaller, the underside shrinking until it was only two or three centimeters. The underside turned a soft pink and tilted forward a bit. All across Chris's face, his stumble pushed out into a short gray furry beard before it swept across the rest of his face. It covered his nose in short fur as soft as velvet, it surrounded his eyes and crossed his forehead, blending into his long hair. Even his eyes shifted, the irises becoming a pale yellow in tone. Long whiskers pushed out of his cheeks, swaying a bit as he slid across the kitchen floor before getting his footing again.
The changing rabbit man continued to evade his wolf mate, but the gap between them was closing. Chris had felt the sharp wolf paw grab at his furry gray stomach... and Chris moaned, almost as if he wanted to be caught. The fur continued to spread over his body, covering his back and shoulders and ass cheeks. Soon he was completely covered from head to very large toe. Phil, likewise had completed his change. Much like the promises of the website, they had become strong like wolf and fast like rabbit... A humanoid wolf and rabbit dressed in sweat and cum soaked wrestling uniforms. The thought was so sexy to Chris that his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started to cum even as he fled.
The rabbit's musky cum splattered all over the carpet, flinging across his stomach and even the walls as he ran. The pleasure was too good, he got uncoordinated and careened toward a wall. Before he could slam into it, Phil used the last of his strength to pounce. His large clawed hands dug into Chris's side and pulled him to a stop. Chris moaned even louder as he was caught, gasping as Phil opened his muzzle and put it around the rabbit's neck. While Chris felt the fear and pain of fangs against his neck, Phil didn't clamp down. He merely licked and sucked on the rabbit fur, feeling the animal pride of catching his pray.
Phil wriggled his hips, bringing his achingly hard cock around to Chris's posterior. He moved the tip around before he found the waiting entrance beneath the soft rabbit tail. Phil grunted into Chris's neck before he suddenly thrust forward and his manhood began sliding into his mate. Phil thrust several inches deep into his lover, grinding tightly before he pulled back and then thrust again, managing to get even deeper. Before long he had worked up a pattern, slamming his hips to and fro, thrusting hard into the rabbit.
Chris lay on the floor in a pool of his own cum, his cock still pulsing, a cock pistoning in and out of his ass. His heart felt like it was a jack hammer in his chest, his lungs rising and falling... but his body was completely motionless, almost as if he was playing dead. Well, that wasn't completely true. His ass was practically milking Phil's cock, tugging and pulling on it. Phil growled happily, tilting his hips to increase the friction, slamming into his boyfriend's prostate to send even more waves of pleasure through him. One of Phil's clawed paws started to stroke Chris's side, loving how silky soft his fur seemed to be.
Slowly Phil released Chris's neck and lifted his own head up, moving to start slurping the back of his head before nuzzling the rabbit's long ears. He licked and slurped on those as well, imagining them curled around Chris's neck like furry scarves. Phil nearly chuckled. Even in his deepest animal lust he was still completely in love with his boyfriend. His love and lust built, Chris's ass massaged his cock and after nearly a half hour of vigorous love making, Phil lifted his head and howled out into the night, wanting all the world to know how much he loved Chris. His furry balls seized up, his cock pulsed and his hot, thick cum flowed into Chris.
Chris let out a long, lingering sigh of contentment as he felt the hot flood enter his body. He slumped down flat, taking it as deep as he could, feeling more content and complete than he ever had before. Phil moaned before he finally collapsed onto Chris, their furry bodies together. Both panted and moaned, trying to catch their breaths as their hearts slowed down once more. Minutes passed, then an hour. Phil remained inside Chris the entire time before he finally lifted one lazy paw and hoisted up one of Chris's long floppy ears, licking the inside.
"So, how do these work? Is it easier to hear me?" Phil asked with a smirk. Chris smirked, bending his legs with animal flexibility, using his huge foot to stroke Phil's thick wolf tail. Phil moaned happily, one leg twitching a bit.
"Yeah, I can hear you fine my alpha male." Chris grinned. Phil moaned, licking and kissing Chris's neck for a long moment.
"I guess that website was more accurate than they thought. I sure feel like a strong wolf." Phil smiled.
"I'm glad I'm not TOO fast as a rabbit, I loved it when you caught me." Chris smiled.
"Trust me, I'll always catch you. You're too good to let get away." Phil growled.
"Just as it should be." Chris smiled, feeling more content than anything as Phil wrapped his arms around his lover, the two remaining in their furry, cum soaked heap.