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He woke up on the cot of the small two room cabin. The snow was still falling after six days, rising three feet tall in front of the door. Last night he had forced open the door and ran off into the woods, naked but for the fur on his body. Depression had set in, and he felt he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't remember what happened other than being tackled to the ground. He rolled out of bed with a groan, his ribs bruised. He staggered over to the bathroom and leaned against the counter.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked over himself in the mirror. Blood stained his the otherwise white fur of his neck and chest, and he had what looked like puncture wounds from teeth in his neck. But as he prodded at one of them, instead of blood, a blue liquid oozed out. He wiped it up with a finger and sniffed at it. It was reminiscent of saliva, but with an almost fruity hint to it. And against his better judgment, he tasted it. He coughed, not from a foulness he was expecting, but by an overwhelming powerful grapefruit-like flavor. Looking down, he inspected the rest of his body, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. With a handful of lukewarm water, he scrubbed at the blood for a few minutes, thinning the mess, but unable to get all of it out. With a sigh, he grabbed a hand towel and dried himself off. He brushed his short hair back with his hands a few times, staring at his bloodshot eyes. That's when he noticed his bloodshot eyes were blue, instead of red. An eye twitched, and he surprised himself with a giggle.

After returning to the cot, he realized he had no idea how he actually wound up back in the cabin. He glanced about, looking for a distraction. Exercise or his computer were the only options, neither of which particularly appealed to him. He was somewhat athletic, but the floor was hard and made working out uncomfortable. He buried his face under a pillow, but gave up trying to fall back asleep after a dozen or so minutes. With an exaggerated grunt he hefted himself over to the small desk. He logged in to the computer and looked for something to do. Before he could decide, his stomach growled. At first he he tried to ignore it, but it kept rumbling and he eventually gave in. He wheeled himself over to the refrigerator. It was stocked with plenty of food for the intended duration of his stay, but as he was with everything else, he was not in the mood to eat. He just wasn't interested in it, which was a rarity for him. But his stomach wouldn't be ignored, so he rummaged through it. He grabbed a sub sandwich and unwrapped it. He set on a plate and poured himself a glass of milk.

He rolled back over and stared blankly out the window as he ate the sandwich, chewing slowly. Time passed and eventually he finished off the meal and brought everything to the sink. As he wiped off the dish and put it back on the small counter, he felt his stomach rumble again, but this time not of hunger. His legs started shaking, and he managed to just make it over to the cot before they gave out. He let out an "oof" as he impacted the mattress. Every part of his body was limp. He listened to his own labored breathing, wondering what was happening.

Minutes passed, and eventually thoughts about possible illnesses started floating through his head. But these quickly vanished as he saw himself get an erection. Despite being alone, a wave of embarrassment came over him. There he was, exposed on the mattress and unable to move, as the one part of him that shouldn't be moving did. He looked on as his ebony shaft developed a blue tint to it. More than that, the normally unassuming vein that ran along it bulged hard for a few seconds before branching out and growing. Just before it got to his tip, though, the shaft itself started growing longer. He lay there helplessly as his now dark blue shaft rose silently higher, then soon thicker as well. The previously small knot at its base warped and split in random areas, leaving him with eight different bulges on the base of his shaft. He grew frightened as it continued towering above him. Like a lot of guys he had fantasized about having a bigger penis, but to see it grow in such a way was not something he was prepared for.

On the verge of tears, the growth finally stopped. He noticed feeling in his body began to return, too, as a warm streak of precum dripped down his shaft. With a groan, he slowly pushed himself up and realized that his penis was actually the last thing to change. His entire body had grown. Underneath much longer fur he could feel that his muscles were much bigger, and in the case of his legs could even see the bulges despite the fur; between which sat what looked like a fuzzy pair of watermelons. With a trembling hand he reached out and gently groped one, sending a shiver up his spine and a splash of pre onto his crotch. As he drew his hand back he realized his claws no longer fully retracted, and inspected them to find they had all grown, too. He was weirded out before when he saw the bite marks, but now he was just truly confused. He had no idea what to even do at this point.

He spent a minute or so staring at himself, his brow furrowed as if deep in thought, his penis occasionally throbbing back to full hardness just when he thought it might go down. With a sigh, he did something he thought he'd never do, or at least never be able to do, and licked his penis. Rubbing it all around the head, he took half of it into his mouth. Already he was writhing with pleasure, and the clear ooze started filling his mouth. After swallowing and a deep breath, he pressed forwards and managed to fit the entire glans into his maw. He nearly choked as he quivered from the intense sensations. The shaft was now like a faucet, precum continuously filling him up. After another gulp, he went to lick as best he could, and let out a stifled whimper as his tongue slid into dick. Exploring the new sensations, he wiggled it around. He could feel the pre flowing over and past the tongue, and for a little while simply savored the flavor.

With his mouth firmly wrapped around his shaft, he grabbed it with both hands and started working up and down the slippery surface. Each time he slid over the segments of his knot he felt the most pleasure. Soon he was speedily thrusting into the down-stroke of his hands, each impact feeling like it would send him over the edge. But no matter how fast he stroked or how hard he squeezed, he couldn't reach climax. After nearly fifteen minutes of this, he began to slow down. His sac was tight and his testicles ached, but he was growing tired and full. With a "pop" he freed his mouth, and licked up the remaining few drops of pre. He took a deep breath and laid back down, then just stared up at his cock. Occasionally it would droop a little, but would inevitably throb a few moments later until it was hard again. He reached over and turned off the room light, and put a pillow over his face. Over the course of an hour he slowly drifted off, his shaft wavering in the slight breeze of the heater.

During vivid dreams of large needles and vein-bulging injections, he had thrown the pillow off his face. Now, as the sun rose through the one window, he awoke just before a needle made its way into his neck. It took a few seconds before he gained his bearings. Out of habit, he sat up on the side of the cot, wincing as his sac slid off the bed and yanked on him. He rubbed his face and hair as his stomach rumbled. Upon realizing he had finally gone flaccid, he slowly lifted himself into a standing position. He tried to keep the feeling of his genitals brushing against him out of his mind as he shuffled over to the fridge. Opening the door, he felt the cool air flow over his exposed areas. After rummaging for a few seconds, he pulled out a pack of sausages and a couple of eggs. He closed the door with his elbow and put everything on the counter.

Sliding a pan out of the cupboard he put it on a large element of the stove. He turned it on medium and then pulled open the package, letting the four small sausages roll into the pan. He grabbed an egg and looked at it, inspecting how his paw had grown thicker, with claws sticking out just a little. Just as he was about to crack it, he was interrupted as his penis quickly grew erect, bumping into the cabinet, sliding along it as it rose, then finally pulling towards his chest. He sighed, but staring at it for a moment, a thought popped into his head. He took the egg and started rubbing it along the slit on his shaft, massaging it in the folds of skin that closed over the hole. As pre leaked out and started coating the egg, it began sliding deeper, and absentmindedly he pushed it down. To his surprise his hole parted quick enough that the entire egg slid out of his hands and into the shaft. Startled, he quickly tried to grab it out, but it just slid deeper. He gripped his shaft just below the egg and squeezed, trying to force it back up. Slowly it moved back, but got stuck just before the opening, as if the penis did not want to release it. Moving one hand to it, he pressed the finger hard into the shaft, and with a wet sound it popped out, landing in the pan on the sizzling sausage.

With a deep sigh, he took the egg and cracked it, pouring its contents into the pan, and did the the same for the second egg. With a spatula he turned the sausages and scrambled the eggs as they cooked. Once they finished, he took the pan off the heat and slid the contents onto a plate. He poured a glass of orange juice and sat down at the desk. As he ate, his penis occasional throbbed, causing it to impact his chest. It concerned him, but he really didn't know what to do at that point. He couldn't leave as he had nowhere to go, and no communication with the outside world. He wheeled over to the sink to put aside the dish, fork and cup to be cleaned later. He sat there for a few moments before he thought of something to do. He grabbed a carton of eggs from the fridge and a pot from the cabinet and filled it with water before setting it on the stove.

After waiting for a while, he turned off the heat and drained the water from the pot. He let the eggs cool off for a few minutes before removing them all and drying them off. He moved them over to the bed with him and propping himself up with a few pillows, began doing what he did earlier and gently massaged one around his cock's opening. Pre quickly started dribbling from it, and soon he had an egg all slicked up. With ease, he slid it down his shaft, another shortly following afterwards. In under a minute he had all ten eggs in him, and with a finger, pushed them deeper. He whimpered as they began worming their way through his prostate. His eyes fluttered as he got one past, leaving an extra large glob of precum pushing out his shaft. His finger couldn't reach farther, though. At first he entertained the idea of using a mixing spoon to push them further, but instead he decided to try something more daring. Next, an extra finger slid in and he moaned as he massaged his shaft from both inside and out. He worked them in and out a few times before adding a third finger, then a fourth. His breath grew shallow and he could feel himself working towards an orgasm.

Without a second thought he put his thumb in with the rest, and slowly worked his entire fist into his shaft. As the hole closed around it he grabbed the tip of his penis with his other hand, holding it closed as if trying to stave off going over the edge. He pulled back slightly, then as gingerly as he could simply pushed his fist down his shaft. He could feel its skin stretching over the bulges, and egg after egg popped behind his prostate. Soon, his entire arm was down his shaft and the last egg had vanished. He unclenched his fist and stuck his fingers into the hole of his prostate, grabbing at it and gently squeezing what he could. His mind was wracked with pleasure, and he felt he couldn't last much longer. In and out he went, while alternating between squeezing his tip and playing with his knot. He could feel the eggs settle in his sac and rub against his testes as they churned to produce more seed. All the sensations melted his mind, as he got nearer and nearer to orgasm. He didn't even hear the wet slurping sounds from his penetration. It was amazing, beyond anything he had felt before. His sac pulled tight as his penis engorged with even more of the blue blood, getting painfully stiff. He pushed his internal muscles, trying to will an orgasm but as the minutes dragged on he realized once again he'd not make it past that edge.

Breathing heavily, he pulled his arm free from his shaft, a backed-up glob of pre splashing forth. He let his arm fall to his side. As he rested, somewhere in his mind the thought arose that he needed more. He turned his head towards the window and stared off into the forest, wondering if he might find someone or something out there to finally satisfy him. Thoughts of perverse creatures filled his head as he prepared to venture out once more.

Webster Leone, 27 March 2011