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Bright light and chilling cold. As much as the idea of sleeping in on a snow day was appealing to Sage, the realities of the conditions that caused his day off were hard to ignore. His green eyes eased open as he gazed up at the ceiling before he slipped out of bed, crossed his room wearing only his boxers, and started pulling out clothes. He glanced through his venetian blinds at the snow clinging to the grass and the shrubs and the bark dust. It was barely anything, but in a city where the snow was rare, it was enough for everything to come grinding to a halt.

Sage pulled on a purple and blue t-shirt emblazoned with a wolf, cinnamon brown pants and his sneakers before he settled his oval glasses onto his face. The world became clear at once. The young man moved to a small mirror in his room and ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. It fell down to the nape of his neck. He was eighteen years and four days old. It still hadn't fully settled in that he was an 'adult'. He still had a semester left at school... but Sage had lofty aspirations.

The teenager left his room behind and moved through the hall. He could hear clicking and cursing from the room at the end of the house. Sage couldn't help but feel sorry for his older brother. Growing up they couldn't have been any more different. While Sage hit the books, his brother Hunter hit the punching bag, the field and the other students. Hunter had channeled all his energies into athletics. As far as Sage was concerned, athletics were a trap of social convention. Everyone could pool all of what they were into them and then, in a single moment, it could all be over.

That's what had happened to Hunter... He was a freshman in college and a torn ACL stripped him of his dreams of going professional, and without those dreams he lost his girlfriend, his supposed friends and his scholarships. Still, they were family. Their parents welcomed him back without shame, even Sage hadn't rubbed in how fool hardy it had all been... but Hunter had retreated to his room and he had barely left the house for a year. He spent his nights playing video games and his days sleeping. Sage knew the only reason he was up that early was that he hadn't gone to bed yet. His brother was what the Japanese called a hikikomori.

Still, it was over those video games that Sage and Hunter bonded. It was the only time their lives ever had any common ground, any cross over. Still, Sage knew Hunter would soon collapse and he'd have the house to himself. While a tiny bit of snow stopped school, their parents were both at work and would be for many, many hours. Sage moved out into the living room to try and debate how to spend his day off. He considered calling Cooper and the boys, but much like Hunter they would have stayed up all night gaming under the assumption school would be canceled. Sometimes Sage really wished he had more nerd friends like himself.

Giving up on weekday morning television, Sage made his way to the kitchen and washed the dishes by hand before getting some laundry going in the garage. I was always easier to do chores when no one was in the way. It didn't take him long to run out of things to do and the teen felt the looming weight of impending boredom. The truth of the matter was that he liked school. He was great at it, he had friends, the teachers liked him. It was his paradise and he really didn't look foreword to the day it would be gone.

A sudden thump from the front door startled Sage, but a grin soon crossed his face as he realized that the sound could be some form of entertainment. He bolted to the door and swung it wide open... before realizing no one was outside. No friends, no Jehova's witnesses, no Mormons, no door to door salesmen or women or girl scouts. Sage sighed softly, hoping the sound had not been some poor bird flying into the door. He was about to give up when a glint of light caught his eye.

Sage looked down at the porch and saw the apparent source of the sound, a package. It was two feet long and a foot wide, wrapped in a strange holographic foil paper but it had all of the normal postal stickers and labels and bar codes. Sage looked back out across the snow covered lawn. There were no foot prints and no tire tracks. Whoever it must have been would have had to toss it onto the porch, hence the sound. Sage just hoped whatever it was wasn't broken.

The teen hoisted the package up, tucked it under his arm and moved back in. It was damn cold outside and he shivered from it, but back inside he was still left with a mystery. He turned the package over before finding its destination, but surprisingly enough he was the recipient. Sage tried to think about if he'd ordered anything on Amazon that hadn't come yet, but nothing came to mind. He walked into the kitchen, racking his brain for any possible source, but nothing came to mind.

Sage opened the knife drawer and brought out a sharp one, slicing through the holographic paper as neatly as he could. He pulled the sides away, revealing the cardboard box beneath. He made short work of the packing tape around the box before he unfolded the flaps. Inside was a thick sea of gray packing peanuts. Sage plunged his hand into the box and fished around for the object before his fingers found something sort of rubbery, half stiff and soft. He curled his fingers around it and pulled it out triumphantly, sending a spray of packing material into the air.

As bold as the gesture had been to reveal the object sent to him, Sage's entire body went rigid when he saw what it was. Held aloft like some sort of trophy, Sage was clutching a twelve inch, cherry red rubber phallus... But it wasn't just an ordinary phallus; it was canine in shape with a tapered point and a bulged base. Even veins were sculpted into the hollow object. Sage's eye twitched in shock, confusion and disgust before he stuffed the toy back into the box, blushing furiously red as he looked around, fearing someone had seen him... but his parents were still gone and his brother had gone to sleep, leaving him alone with the mystery.

Sage swallowed softly, taking several deep breaths, trying to recover. Surely he had made a mistake, that couldn't have been what he got... Sage carefully scooped the peanuts away from the center and looked into the box... but it was still a canine phallus made of rubber, hollow and with a hole at the end. Sage quickly buried it again before looking around. He was so afraid that he'd be caught with... whatever the thing was. He didn't want anyone to think it had been HIS idea. The teen quickly closed the flaps and tucked the box under his arm, moving for the doorway before he remembered the paper.

Snatching up the wrapping, Sage darted down the hall and moved into his room, kicking off his shoes in the corner between the wall and the door hinges. It wasn't a lock, but it kept the door from fully opening and bought him a bit of privacy. Sage set the box on the floor next to his bed but as soon as it was out from under his arm, the flaps popped back open. The teenager ignored the box and moved over to his computer, turning it on. He checked his emails, he checked his blog, he checked his offline IM's. There wasn't anything about a package from any of his friends. If it was some kind of crazy prank, none of his friends were going to make the first move.

Sage leaned back, not sure what to check out first before he remembered the wrapping paper. He unfolded it and flipped it around until he found the mailing address and entered it into Google maps. The computer churned for a moment, trying to find it before it asked if Sage had meant twenty different addresses. Wherever the box had come from, Google was unfamiliar with it. Sage sighed deeply and turned his computer off, moving back to his bed. He flopped down onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow, his arm hanging off the side of his bed. Sometimes it helped him to meditate and focus, to let something come to him... but sometimes he just fell asleep.

As Sage felt his head grow heavy and his breathing slow, he knew that he wasn't likely to come to any specific sort of conclusion. Still, it was a snow day and perfectly alright to sleep. Minutes passed and the quiet room embraced him. Sage fell asleep, drifting deeper and deeper, his body relaxing more. As his muscles loosened, his hand slowly dipped down into the box, sinking through the packing peanuts. The minutes ticked by and slowly Sage's fingers curled around the rubber cock, gripping it.

Holding such an object, Sage's dreams became more adult. He'd only had two or three adult oriented dreams in his life and they had all been centered around humping. Slowly Sage's hand started sliding back on the toy, his hands squeaking against the packing toys. Drool leaked from the corner of the teen's mouth as he panted softly, his own cock hardening. Soon his hand was thumping back and forth in the box, as if jerking off some imaginary being... but the motion was tipping the box and soon it tilted, dumping packing peanuts all over the floor, the side of the box whacking Sage in the wrist.

Sage grunted and pulled his hand up, realizing he had latched onto the rubber toy in his sleep. He yelped in disgust and dropped it, though the heavy rubber thwacked against his own groin, stimulating his half hard member. Sage groaned at that before blushing furiously. He felt ashamed that the freaky thing had brought him any pleasure, even accidentally... He hadn't even used the thing right, assuming that his guess was right... but he hadn't really given it a full examination.

Swallowing with nervousness, Sage slowly lifted the toy, looking at it more objectively. It was well crafted, the colors involved seemed fairly realistic... The veins were very detailed, the contours were perfect. He couldn't make out any seam from the mold at all. The urethra even had a hole in it, looking natural from that end. Sage turned it around to look at the base. A big hole was cut through the 'knot' of the toy, sliding up almost all the way to the end. The interior was soft but textured with ribs and ridges and waving lines, as if it was meant to stimulate and please. It was obviously a sex toy, some kind of sheath...

Sage sat on his bed, holding the red cock sheath for minutes. At first he was still trying to figure out who had sent him such a thing, but his thoughts wandered before settling on a new idea. He had the toy... why not use it? Sage dropped the cock back into his lap, groaning in disgust and shame. How could he even think such a thing? He wasn't a freak... even if he wanted to be. Sage surprised himself with that thought. Did he want to be a freak? Yes, yes he did... To be special, to be unique, to have people notice him. He'd never been bold enough to dye his hair or pierce anything. He'd never told anyone he was gay... What if this was how he would be unique? What if he was destined to be some kind of furry? He'd heard about them, this toy was certainly the right kind of implement... but there was only one way to be sure. He had to try it out and see if it disgusted him all the way through.

The teenager jumped out of bed and closed his blinds tight before he threw even more things into the corner of his room, trying to cordon off his room. He didn't want ANYONE knowing what he was up to... With his room secured, Sage set his glasses on the night table and then reached under his bed, his hand searching around before it found what he was looking for, the lotion he used as lube. Sage felt so naughty, so wild... He set the lotion down with the cock toy and took off his shoes, his socks, his pants and then his boxers. It was still rather cold though so Sage left his t-shirt on before climbing back into bed.

He spread his legs wide and braced them against the foot of his bed. He rubbed his hands together to get them nice and hot before he started fondling his balls and his cock. The heat relaxed his sack, letting it stretch and loosen. His cock had been intangibly hard as he thought about doing something so kinky, feeling as hard as a rock but only looking half hard. The slightest touch of his hand encouraged it to erect itself fully. With his 'gear' prepared, Sage turned his attention on the toy. He lifted it up and flipped it over, exposing the hollow interior.

He wasn't quite sure how to proceed but he took his lotion and squirted the thick white stuff into the hole. Most of it built up inside but some of it dribbled out the hole at the tip like cum, drizzling onto his legs. Sage panted sharply before he brought the toy down. With careful movements, the sheath was brought to the head of his cock and he began sliding in. At first it was tight, feeling his flesh against the rubber, but as the head of his cock plunged into the lotion, the slick cream displaced around him and oozed out, making the motions much easier.

Sage gasped softly, his back arching as the sheath moved around his cock. He moved it up and down a bit, wondering if that was what a pussy felt like, or even better, an ass. He thrust into his sheath a bit before he drew it deeper around him. Inch by inch he slid into the toy before it bumped up against his groin. Sage murmured, panting hard. He knew the toy was used now, he couldn't just return it... he'd have to keep it and keep experimenting. He knew he was rationalizing, but he really wanted an excuse to keep the toy.

The teen held the fake cock around his member for a long moment, squeezing and rubbing himself through the rubber. Because of all the grips inside, it felt as if he really was touching his own cock... but something still felt off. Something was rubbing wrong. Sage reached down, running his fingers around the base of the cock before a small red ring popped out, connected to the rod. Sage was confused for a moment before he realized it must have acted like some kind of anchor to keep the toy in place.

Sage stretched the ring as much as he could before he carefully slid one testicle through it, then the other. He worked the ring snuggly around his sack, feeling it hug it tightly... and enjoyably enough, it made his balls stand out even more. Sage felt like far more of a man, or perhaps even a beast. With the sheath attached to his balls like that, tugging it was going to be out of the question. Trying to decide on what to do, Sage decided to treat the toy like his own shaft. He gave his right hand a squirt of lotion, wrapped his fingers around the huge rubber cock and started to stroke... but he barely made it a centimeter before he shivered in absolute lust, his back flopping into his pillows.

Never before in his life had Sage felt anything that good. It was so tight that every feeling felt like his fingers were touching his own cock, but all the better. He was so hard, harder than ever before and so sensitive. Even the pain of the ring and base digging into his flesh registered as pleasure in his brain. The way the ring hugged his balls, the sheath was pressed tight into his groin, making it look as if it was really part of him. Sage's imagination began to fly with that idea, imagining that he was the famous dog dicked boy... The intellect of man and the libido of a beast.

It was hard to overcome the sensory overload at first, but slowly Sage got going again. His hand slid up and down, each stroke ushering more thick white lotion to leak from the tip. His hands were slick and greasy, squelching in every manner of lewd noise and the teenager loved it. He started to slowly buck his hips as he went at it, stroking harder and longer, tugging his rubber cock tighter against his body. The flesh of his lap pushed up over the edges, hiding the seam.

Sage felt drunk with lust and pleasure, but as it saturated his brain, he was getting more and more used to it... and that only made him want more. Given how large the cock was, there was plenty of room. Soon Sage wrapped his left had around it as well, the two working in unison to bring him great pleasure. Sage started to get more and more into it, bucking his hips up and down against his hands, panting and groaning. His toes curled and relaxed in lust and his eyes were squeezed shut. Soon his tongue even hung out of his mouth, dangling off to one side. It was a most unflattering facial gesture, but somehow it just seemed right.

Sage felt hornier and harder than he had his entire life, but at the same time he was outlasting himself. The minutes passed and Sage always felt closer and closer to the edge, but that edge didn't come. Sage had no idea what was going on, but he felt so fantastic that he couldn't stop. He had a feeling that Hunter could have walked right into his room and he wouldn't have stopped. That canine cock was irresistible. He grunted and moaned, working himself up more, a sheen of sweat spreading across his chest as he worked. While it was only masturbation in one sense of the word, it was a complete workout in others. A soft musk was starting to emanate from the hair under his arms, a manly scent that was compelling.

Getting a whiff of his own musk, Sage grunted, feeling his body teetering over the edge. His balls tugged up against his body and his huge cock pulsed beneath his fingers. That alone was an amazing feat for the engineering of the toy, it felt as if the canine cock itself was pulsing... but with that, his cock head flared and thick jets of cum erupted from his cock. The milky goo arched up before splattering across the wolf shirt Sage still wore. One spurt, two spurts, three, four, then five. When Sage got to six, he knew he had more than tripled the largest load of his entire life. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he went limp, his entire body feeling rubbery and soft... but still he felt the orgasm continuing. The heat radiated out into the sheath and the heat form the cum on his shirt soaked into his chest.

Sage panted hard, feeling numb and high all at the same time... He basked in the afterglow for a long time, but as it finally started to fade, Sage realized a part of his body was still hard... His cock. Carefully pulling himself up, Sage looked down at his lap. The puffy flesh of his groin had pushed up quite a ways around the sheath, almost like some sort of sheath of its own... but the rubber cock had kept his own member hard, full and raring to go. Sage was amazed, in awe, but dubious. Could his body handle another orgasm? Did he have it in him? Well, his experiment to learn if he liked the toy was a success. Likewise, there was only one way to know if he could cum again.

Sage collected his own cum from his chest on his hand and used that as a lube. His hand wrapped around his cock again, giving it a good squeeze before he started sliding up and down once more. Sage let out an uncontrolled moan as he fell back into his blankets and pillows, his hand moving harder and faster. It felt twice as intense after his orgasm, making him even harder than before. Soon both hands were latched onto his cock and his hips were bouncing like a bucking bronco. Sage panted hard, working his meat like wild, his drool leaking from the corners of his lips. He was in such a frenzy, in such lust, he didn't notice his skin pushing out over the base of the shaft, rising up even more. While at first it had seemed like his own natural skin, soft invisible hairs began pushing out over the flesh.

The hairs got thicker and denser, softer and longer before they began to take on color... but the color was every shade and no shade, taking on the purest white coloring just like the snow outside. The skin had formed a sheath encasing the base of the rubbery cock and the color drained away from his bush and it spread over his balls as well, his entire lap as white as a cloud and twice as soft. Beneath the thick furry white hide, the red ring keeping the dog cock toy on disappeared, leaving no trace that it was a toy... but more than that, every ounce of lube caught between the rubber and Sage's cock was pushed out like pre, oozing down the shaft as the rubber and flesh connected.

Sage's bed lurched and groaned, shaking and creaking. His eyes were tight, his brain was processing nothing but lust... and then it happened. The rubber stopped being rubber, it had become flesh... Hot, soft, slick lube coated flesh. Every vein pulsed with life. There was no separation of his own anatomy from the toy. He didn't have a human cock anymore, the huge log of meat was his, and he was the man with the canine phallus.

Feeling the pleasure was too much for him, Sage let go and embraced the orgasm. The waves of pleasure swept over him, his entire body feeling as if it had undergone some sort of massage. He panted hard and then called out in pleasure. Thick ropes of musky yellowish white wolf cum launched out of his brand new cock, traveling all the way from his bloating furry balls to the outside world. Sage groaned hard as the sheath pulled back just enough for two plump half-tennis ball sized bulges to emerge from the sheath as his knot. Sage felt purely mated, content and complete, and with that he went limp again.

The teenager spent many minutes in a paralyzed state of bliss. He could hear his clock ticking away but had no idea of what was going on. As he explored his body with his mind, he learned many things felt different. His muscles felt tighter, his heart was beating stronger, his breath was taking in more air... and he could feel the buzzing of the circulation through his knot. The sensation puzzled Sage. He began to focus his mind on getting up, on facing what had happened. He managed to prop one elbow beneath him, then another. He slowly rose to a sitting position, gazing down at his cock. A shout escaped his lungs as he saw the furry white sheath and balls. He sat bolt upright, adrenaline coursing through his system.

Sage reached down and touched it, feeling every hair he had bristle. He felt the fingers plying his shaft, working on it all. He tried peeling the sheath back but it would only go so far. Sage then tried to find the loop on his balls to release it, but found nothing there either. His last resort was to latch onto his cock and tug, but every tug both felt great and felt firmly rooted. He all but pinched the skin, twisted his shaft and pried at his urethra to try and get a grip on the toy, but his mind and body were telling him the same thing. It felt real... It was HIS canine cock now, part of him. Sage gazed down at the cock in awe, not sure what to do next... but whatever had happened, it wasn't going to be an easy solution.

Sage sat in silence for a long moment, hoping an answer would come to him on what to do. After a few minutes he tried tugging on the new furry sheath again. To his surprise it stretched and stretched, the flesh relaxing. It wasn't quite what he had been hoping for in terms of getting the toy off, but as the furry sheath stretched around his cock like a tube sock, he realized he wasn't quite done exploring his body. The tightly packed ball of fur stretched out to twelve inches, closing over the top of his pointed cock and then it kept going. Thirteen inches, fourteen, fifteen... He had the biggest cock he'd ever heard of, but he had even more foreskin... Thick, furry white foreskin calling out to be used, to be filled. Sage's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he cum a third time, pumping his hot seed into his sheath. Sage gasped after a moment before looking down, realizing the cum had not escaped. It was still in there, bathing his cock... his canine cock. HIS canine cock. It was his, so was the sheath. It was part of him, part of what made him himself. It had been a gift and it had become part of Sage, but now he realized it was a gift that needed to be shared.

Sage's mind began thinking darker thoughts, returning to Cooper and the boys. He wanted to show off his tool, to expose them to it, to cover them in his foreskin. The thoughts were like a drug, every one Sage had made him want them to come true more and more. He imagined him enveloping their boy cocks in his sheath, or maybe even their heads... Engulfing them in cum, hoping to share the change. That would have been heaven... but he already had heaven. Just having that strong of thoughts had pushed him to the edge again, his cock aching.

Realizing how pliable his foreskin was, Sage pulled the sheath back, revealing his huge, glistening wolf cock. He wrapped a hand around it, then another. He gave himself a good squeeze and soon a stroke, then another. Before long Sage was panting and drooling and jerking. His eyes were clenched shut and his tongue dangling from his mouth loosely. As Sage gave into everything happening to him, the changes started to spread beyond only his cock.

At first the changes were subtle and unnoticed. His ears throbbed as they stretched into points. Some of the color drained away from his brown hair, leaving it a strange gray until it picked up a luster and was truly silver. The hair under his arms lost all color until it was white like his bush. Beneath his shirt, Sage's nipples were as hard as diamonds, the nubs poking against the fabric as his areola spread out wider and larger on his thickening pectorals.

Strained tight, the muscles of the changing boy's arms were as defined as they ever had been before, but each pump and stroke was bringing out more and more masculinity. His biceps bulged, his triceps swelled and his abdomen hardened. Sage had never been a very big boy, but slowly his body was losing the ephemeral lightness of a nerd. His baby fat disappeared and his body became trimmer. His stomach went from being flat to bulging into mounds and all over his legs the flesh hardened and defined even further. Sage's heart raced faster than before and still he focused only on his cock, not realizing his very life was changing forever.

Sage grunted softly as his shoulders ached and throbbed, stretching out wider. With larger shoulders, his ribs had more room to expand, giving his lungs more room to inflate... but even with all that room, his body demanded more. Sage's back arched in discomfort as much as pleasure as it elongated, stretching inches in the matter of seconds, but that pain was nothing compared to his legs. Sage had experienced growing pains before, but they had never been quite so strong. He felt as if his limbs were throbbing and aching down to the very marrow as they stretched.

Despite the pain permeating the experience, Sage was feeling better and better about everything. It was as if the muscles coursed with raw power, raw virility and that drug was saturating his brain. Sage thought of every bully that had ever given him trouble, what worthless wastes of flesh they were and how they would have been far better off as slaves... Yes, slaves to his cock, craving his seed, worshipping him from their knees. Sage's lips curled as he moaned in power and delight, panting and grunting in desperate pleasure. He had no way of knowing, but the mild mannered boy that had woken up standing give feet and nine inches tall had stretched over four inches, stretching past six feet tall. His bare feet throbbed and ached as the heels expanded. The shoes resting by the edge of his bed were size eight, but his feet seemed quite a bit longer now, far too long to fit into such dainty shoes... But other than the point of his ears, his changes so far had seemed human, normal. This was not to last.

Sage moaned loudly into the air as his pleasure hit a new peak, and with it his teeth sharpened, honing into sharp fangs. Silver stubble pushed out across his cheeks, first in long sideburns and then in mutton chops. The stubble was too soft to be facial hair, as soft as fur, but it billowed out longer and thicker, dropping down across his chin and under his jaw before his upper lip thickened with it. Thick soft strands of white fur emerged across his chest at the same time, spreading outward and downward, covering his pecs and abs before it grew into the fur around his groin. While that fur was dramatic, all the hair on his arms and legs that had been invisible for so long were starting to take on a shimmering silver color.

Sage grunted and moaned, writhing as the silver fur spread across his back. His ears grew even taller, the backs taking on the silvery fur before they began shifting. Sage grunted and moved his jaw, feeling as if his ears were trying to pop, but when they emerged from the top of his head, sticking up through the hair, he realized something far different was going on... and he couldn't stop.

Sage forced his green eyes open, watching as his fingernails turned black, growing thicker, rounding, curving as they came to sharp points. The fingernails sunk into his fingers, the flesh growing over the top of them until they were anchored deep in his digits.

"Fuck yes..." Sage growled, but it wasn't his voice. It was far deeper, as deep as a football player. The look of clawed fingers working a foot long pecker were too much and Sage lost all his resistance again. He bucked wildly into his dangerous hands, feeling parts of his fingertips and palms swelling an d inflating, forming pads. The silver fur covering his arms crept down over his hands and around the paw pads until they were fully filled in. From his neck to his ankles, everything was furry in one color or another, but the changes were still continuing. The fur spread over his feet and to the toes where similar claws had grown in, then over the arch of the foot, interrupted and held back only by the paw pads on his feet as well.

As Sage felt the changes sweep over him, he was feeling less sure about what was even left to change, but soon his ass cheeks parted, revealing his pucker. He clenched and unclenched before he gasped, feeling his tailbone and spine both throbbing. It was a strange sensation at first, almost as if some sort of meaty snake was growing in b etween the cleft of his ass cheeks, sliding down until it pushed out under his balls, but as Sage looked down, he saw it was far from it. The meaty shaft was covered in white fur at the tip and silver fur behind and it was growing in more and more, pushing through under him. The fur bulked out, getting fluffier as the tail extended down between his thighs, reaching his knees and then creeping toward his ankles. As much as he thought he was crushing the tail, it grew thicker and rounder, so plump and furry and thick that it was lifting him up, and as his hips were lifted, his whole position changed.

Sage growled in pleasure, his hips tilted towards his face, getting a much better look at his cock. Sage licked his lips and gazed at his cock before he grunted. His jaw throbbed and popped, stretching a little... and then more than a little. As his lower jaw expanded forward, it began to narrow and hone to a point. The sharp teeth reoriented, shifting far more canine... and as it expanded, so did the rest of his face. His nose pushed out and widened, his upper lip moved forward, everything seemed to be streamlining. As Sage's nose shifted, the flesh grew moist and leathery, taking on a black coloring. His nostrils sniffed and flared a bit and the bridge of his nose became diminished and wider, creating a more steady graduation from his forehead to his muzzle, and Sage realized that was just what it was. His tongue was longer, his nose longer, his ears atop his head. He knew he had the muzzle of a canine... his change was nearly complete.

More fur grew up around his face, surrounding his eyes and spreading down his nose. Every inch of human flesh was soon covered, leaving nothing but a furry hide and his huge meaty cock.

As the last changes took root, a spark of energy moved through Sage. He realized that he had done it, he had become a wolf. What started as a random gift was no part of him, he was part of something more.... And he felt fucking fantastic about it. Sage growled happily and bent his back, leaning forward... and to his great surprise, he was able to reach his shaft. His muzzle parted, his pointed cock sliding past his lips. Like a starving man, he began to suck and lick his own shaft, taking half of it into his maw. Soon he was bobbing his head forward and back, his tongue teasing the urethra. He was a wolf that could suck himself off, but... he wanted more. He wanted to be kinky, unique.

Reaching down with his claws, Sage gently took a hold of his extendible sheath, the flesh ready for his every wish and command. With an evil glint in his mind, Sage suddenly pulled the foreskin up around his canine cock and over his muzzle, wrapping it over his nose, his muzzle, then his face. He felt the skin stretch over his heat before it sort of sucked on, holding him... and Sage went to town.

The musky, male scent was overpowering, invading his senses completely, rotting his brain with pure lust. Sage inhaled the scent deeply as he sucked and slurped his rod, taking more of it into his maw. He grunted, salivating more than ever, his brain writhing and seizing as all thoughts faded from him but lust. He was a beast of sex, pleasure, carnal delight. He was a god, he was a benevolent god meant to share it with everyone. His form, his cock, his seed. He was a love god and he'd make people happy whether they wanted it or not.

As Sage thought of everything he was meant for, his huge balls throbbed, his cock pulsed and soon he was guzzling down his cum. He gulped and swallowed, feeling the hot musk slide down his throat, coating the esophagus and pooling in his stomach. There was so much, he couldn't swallow it all. The cum soaked into his fur, bleaching the silver from his muzzle until it was a stained yellow-white just like his cum. His tail tried to wag beneath him as he embraced his future, guzzling and drinking his own seed, feeling so overwhelmed by pleasure.

Minutes passed as Sage enjoyed his very own exile, filling his stomach until it was full, then filling it past that point. Despite his ripped muscles, his stomach bulged out, distending and rounding for the moment, though it was still a muscle gut. As the last drops of the wolf's seed ebbed, he collapsed backwards onto the bed, the sheath pulling off of his muzzle, retracting around his cock. Sage gasped for breath, panting and moaning, his heart racing... He felt exhilarated, amazed, so turned on... and he still felt horny.

Sage thought about jacking off yet again, trying to think of new ways to pleasure himself, but the truth of the matter was that he had fully explored that many times already. He had to share his gift, he had to make someone else's life as good as his... and Sage realized there was a deserving soul just a f feet away from him in a room of his own. Sage sighed happily. It would be Hunter that would join his pack first. It seemed so right, so fitting. Sage would give Hunter the agile, healthy body he so missed. They would become so close. Sage swung one leg out of bed, then the other.

He rose to his feet, standing seven feet tall as a very proud wolf with green eyes that could pierce through the night. The wolf reached for the glasses on the nightstand and tried to put them on, but not only did they not fit over his muzzle, they seemed terribly blurry. Sage tried comparing them to his plain eye sight, only to learn that his eyes were better than ever. His vision had been corrected. Sage reached down and gave his huge cock a good stroke. He could only imagine how much it would help Hunter... but there was only one way to find out.

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The door to Hunter's room eased open slowly, the door frame dominated by the lycan form of Sage. The wolf stepped in, his paws sinking into the carpet. Sage's large wolf nose sniffed at the air, getting the strong aroma of spicy human musk, but it was nothing compared to his own scent. Hunter shivered as the scent ripped through his body, turning him on. It was the scent of a human that needed converted; the scent of a wolf yet to be... and it turned Sage on beyond belief. His brain burned with passion, need and a primal desire. He thought much less like a person and more like an animal needed to create more of his kind.

Hunter was sprawled out across the bed, passed out cold after a caffeine and sugar crash. While most of the pictures in the house showed Hunter with buzzed hair or relatively short hair, since his torn ACL it had grown out, hanging down to his shoulders. Likewise, he had seen little need to shave and had developed a thick, full brown beard. Most of his skin was soft and pale, though his fingers had developed calluses from the amount of time he put in on his games.

Sage moved around the bed slowly, sniffing at his brother, reaching down his mighty paw to stroke off his thick red cock. He could already feel his blood boiling with desire, with craving... but more than that, there was a pure carnal lust. As wild and primal as he was, somewhere deep down he knew this was his brother, this was the forbidden love that was never to be. Sage lifted one muscled arm and sniffed at his pit. His own scent was strong, the scent of an alpha male... and he hoped it would be just what he needed. Sage moved to kneel at the side of Hunter's bed, moving his arm out. His furry pit came down across Hunter's face, engulfing it. Hunter stirred a bit at first, thinking only that his blanket had slipped over his face. He moved in his sleep, trying to get free but as his lungs filled with the musky scent, he started to rouse.

Blood rushed to Hunter's groin as the musk invaded his system. His nipples hardened, his muscles tensed. The musk soaked into his beard, bonding with the thick hair, marking him. Hunter aroused completely, realizing he was being covered. He reached up to try and get the furry thing off his face, finding a strange furry arm. He tugged and he tugged but was unable to get it off. With his free hand, Sage reached down to stroke off his foreskin. He worked it up over his shaft until it was hanging past the tip. It would be hard to time it right, but Sage was going to do his best.

Sage lifted his arm and Hunter gasped for air, trying to fill his lungs... but that had been the mistake, that had been his only chance. Sage lunged onto the bed and pinned his brother before he brought his foreskin forward. Hunter hadn't even been able to process what his eyes were showing him before the fleshy tube of flesh was moving over his head. Sage pulled his sheath down like a sleeve around his brother's head, across the ears and nose, then the mouth, letting it hug his face tightly as it constricted around his jaw, snuggly fitting to his neck.

Once more Hunter was without breath, struggling already. He reached up to try and pull whatever it was off, but as his fingers sunk into the furry flesh and felt a firmness beneath, he hesitated. It felt like a cock, but like nothing he had ever felt before... and alone in his room, he had felt a lot of cock. As if to prove this theory correct, Sage's shaft edged forward in the sheath. Hunter's head was tipped back to align with the sheath before the hot red tip began poking against Hunter's face.

Hunter felt the intruding flesh and tried to resist, trying to keep his mouth shut tight. It pushed more insistently, but worse it began gushing hot tainted wolf cum. The cream splattered all over Hunter's face, soaking into his beard, the smell overpowering. Hunter grunted, his cock hardening more against his will. Sage began to gyrate his body, rubbing it against Hunter's groin, working him into more of a frenzy... but it was already too late. The cum was seeping into Hunter's skin, washing around his face, changing him. His ears started to grow into sharp, fine points. His nose darkened and upturned and soft sandy brown fur began pushing out across his upper cheeks and forehead, then down his nose. The same light fur grew out up the back of his ears.

Feeling the change and not sure what to do about it, Hunter's mouth slipped open in confusion. That was all it took for Sage to thrust his cock home. Hunter's jaw was wedged wide, his tongue forced to slide along the cock, his head still engulfed in the foreskin. Sage started to thrust forwards and backwards, filling Hunter's mouth to the brim and sliding back, then teasing his throat. At first Hunter thought he was going to gag, but after a hot gush of wolf seed splashed against the back of his throat, it only relaxed and allowed Sage deeper. Soon Sage was fucking down Hunter's throat, mindless that this was his own brother. Sage's tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted and drooled, caught up in the moment.

Hunter, however, was caught up in the changes. Sage continued to drip feed him cum, the remnants still bathing his face. His ears moved up the sides of his head before being pushed down flat on the top of it. His jaw ached and throbbed before his face pushed out longer. His beard stretched, staying with the muzzle but his nose transformed. It spread out wider, longer, the slope changed. Every bit his nose grew, his nostrils turned a darker black and became almost leathery despite the moistness. Before long his head was starting to be pushed out of the foreskin merely because f how large it had become.

It took a few more strokes of his cock, but then Sage felt what he was hoping for... The firs twilling suck. Hunter had surprised himself, but as his sharp teeth grew in and his tongue lengthened, he couldn't help it. He felt a hunger for the seed, a greed for it. He gave it a slurp, then another and soon he was ravenously sucking away, trying to guzzle as much seed as possible. Sage reached down and withdrew his foreskin, letting it bunch up around the base of his groin.

As the excess skin was pulled back, Hunter's new form was revealed. His brown hair and beard had lightened, taking on a dusty town while sandy brown fur covered the rest of his head. It seemed that he had taken on the colorings of a Mexican wolf, though Sage knew they had some Hispanic ancestry. The sheath envelopment had converted Hunter's head completely, but the change was starting to spread through the rest of his body. Where Hunter's fingers clenched and unclenched in the blankets, his fingernails stretched out and thickened into claws. His finger calluses swelled, rounding outwards until they discolored and became like Sage's paw pads.

While Sage had lost sense of himself for a while, giving into the primal beast inside him, he had enough focus to reach his paw down and start stroking Hunter's furry cheek, feeling how soft the beard had become. Hunter continued to suck obediently, but he leaned into the hand, feeling comforted and loved. It was the first real physical contact he'd had in months, other than the cock in his mouth. As he was pleasured on many different levels, Hunter was inspired to suck even more, his throat pulsing as thick loads of seed flowed down toward his stomach.

Sage watched as the sandy tan and brown fur spread down his neck, darker along his spine and lighter along the front, but as the fur spread, Hunter's body was changing just ahead of the fur line. His neck had thickened, then his pecs. His shoulder muscles began spreading out, as did his shoulder bones. Hunter's nipples spread out a bit larger before they were engulfed in fur. Sage reached down with his left hand to stroke Hunter's furry chest. Hunter's brain felt like it was rewiring itself before soon his leg started to kick into the air, a strange but pleasurable reaction for the jock.

As the older brother's leg kicked, his feet throbbed and ached. The soles of the feet began to stretch longer, the heels widening, the toes extending. His toenails turned gray, then black as they curved and thickened into true claws. It wasn't long before portions of his feet had expanded into paw pads as well... though in general they weren't quite as large as Sage's paws had become. Despite their smaller size, however, something interesting was happening inside of his legs. Before Hunter had ever torn his ACL, his muscles had been used and abused. Even with all the recovery time he had, they never would have fully recovered... at least until a transformation began surging through his body.

Ligaments, tendons, muscles and bone. Everything was slowly mending itself. Forgotten hairline fractures healed up, tendons strengthened, muscle fiber hardened. Tiny tears and rips and stretched flesh pulled back together to form strong, ideal muscle. Hunter's eyes opened, now hazel in color but they soon widened in shock. He moved his feet, rotating them, curling his toes. He could feel the difference and in the depths of his lust addled mind he looked up at his brother in wonder... but only for a moment before he grabbed onto that cock with both hands and started to suck off with all his might, his wolf muzzle sliding up and down the length like wild fire.

Sage moaned, tipping his head back as his eyes squeezed shut. He grabbed onto Hunter's head tightly, using him like a sex toy... but deep down he was excited. Sage had realized what had happened, something he never thought possible. His gift had the capacity to heal what human physiology couldn't. He could truly make people's lives better in more ways than one... and Sage knew he'd have to use that power for good, for bringing more into the fold... But for now he was going to enjoy every moment with his brother.

Despite his capacity to cum more or less at will, Sage felt himself working up toward an orgasm he couldn't control. He gasped and moaned, bucking gently... But even as the alpha dog, he couldn't just make Hunter do all the work. Sage slowly maneuvered himself around, keeping his cock in Hunter's mouth but turning around atop him. He studied his brother's body and how the changes had progressed. The fur had swept down to his waist, his bush hair softening into fur, his balls swelling dramatically. The hair on his arms and legs had thickened into the start of fur... but most interestingly of all was the cock.

Sage watched and drooled as Hunter's hard, large cock grew redder and redder by the second, the head pushing up into a point as the base grew thicker. Sage leaned down, giving the cock a long lick, a nuzzle, and then he took it in. Sage's head glided down along the shaft until his wolf nose was buried in his brother's bush. He began to suck and lick the length, his head bobbing up and down just as Hunter's muzzle did on his. Hunter writhed and bucked, overwhelmed with pleasure. His blood coursed with adrenaline and that only sped up the changes further.

The hair on his arms and legs grew so dense that the skin disappeared beneath it and it continued across his hands and feet. His furry balls dropped lower, his ass cheeks parted and his tailbone began to stretch out longer and thicker. Sage's muzzle was long enough that he could still see a portion of Hunter's body from where he slurped. He had to admire his brother's fur, it was a beautifully distinct shade. Still, there wasn't anything wrong with his own form. They were both extraordinarily hot wolves... and together they would make many more of their kind. As much as Hunter tried to hold off, he shivered and moaned before he grunted, his hips bucking faster before his back arched, his brand new tail stretched to full length, and his cock began to pulse. Sage eagerly lapped up his brother's seed before he too was overwhelmed. Hunter basked in the sudden musky flow, guzzling it down. The two drank from each other for load after load, their bellies filled with the warm cream.

After a few minutes of their mutual guzzling, Sage reached to toy with the soft fuzzy cock sheath that had developed around the base of Hunter's cock. He grabbed at it and tugged it, feeling it stretch and extend just as easily as his own, sliding up into a dramatic sleeve before retracting again. Sage dreamed of what they would be able to accomplish together, what they might be able to do with two sheaths like that... but he knew whatever happened, they would do it together... as the family they were always meant to be, as a pack.