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It was a good thing both of Tommy's parents were already at work when he sprinted to the front door and quickly unlocked it. He didn't want to deal with any questions about why he'd leave the new kid at the park alone. The image of Ryan's young genitals were now branded in his mind, and it took all of his willpower not to just run to his bedroom and whack off. He knew the boy would come back to his house soon, if nothing else to return the basketball he left behind when he took off in such a rush.

He poured himself a glass of water while waiting for the inevitable knock on the door, and used the time to think up an excuse for his hasty escape. Not that anything sounded convincing other than the obvious - that seeing another boy's private parts for the first time was the hottest thing ever to him, and he didn't quite have the bravery to act on it. As it was, his penis was throbbing.

Still, he didn't want to do anything with anyone - no matter how interested Ryan appeared - until he had figured out what was going on the night before. Something strange had happened to him, and he wasn't going to risk freaking anyone out until he knew-

Knock knock knock.

Tommy sighed in resignation, took one last gulp of water, then walked back to the entry hall, ready to face the music. When he opened the door, there stood Ryan, ball in hand, with a rather guilty look on his face.

"Hi..." he said quietly.

"Uh... hey," Tommy replied.

"Sorry about what happened back there. I was just playing around. I didn't think you'd get so mad."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about it. I wasn't mad. Just... surprised, that's all. It's cool."

"Thanks. Here's your ball back." Ryan contritely handed the basketball back over, and once the exchange was made, he turned around, sighing. "Well, I guess I'll see you around."

Tommy rolled his eyes. It was clear that Ryan was playing the guilt card, and it was working. "Hey, Ryan?"

"Hmm?" Ryan looked back at the other boy.

"Did you want to come over tomorrow? We could hang out or something."

Ryan's face quickly changed to an expression of joy and excitement. "Sure! I'll see you in the morning!"

"You got it. Bye, Ryan!"

With the door closed, Tommy heaved a sigh of relief. The privacy of his room was definitely a better setting for what he planned to do than out in the open of the park.

Night fell, and as the family settled into bed, Tommy once again waited until he was sure his parents wouldn't interrupt him. It was time to finally find out if what happened the night before was a one-time thing, or something more frequent. He made sure to leave on the lamp on his nightstand, so he could see exactly what might happen.

It didn't take much to get him in the mood this time, as he stripped naked on top of his bedspread, the memory of Ryan's dick and balls making his own boyhood stand out long and stiff. He laid on his stomach, pressing his penis against the fabric, and began humping the bed, his hips thrusting in and out with increasing vigor. A few soft moans came from Tommy's mouth as he began daydreaming about playing around with Ryan in the future. He imagined that Ryan was standing behind him, watching his buttcheeks rise and fall as his pecker rubbed against the covers. He licked his hand, coating it with saliva, and shoved it between his legs, using his spit as lubrication as the thrusting continued.

Minutes passed, and soon he could feel the tingles again. All over his body. His arms, his legs, his ears, even his teeth buzzed with the odd sensation. It only made his arousal stronger, and as he continued thrusting, he could feel the tension just behind his balls mount.

Somehow, Tommy mustered enough willpower to stop masturbating, more curious to see the changes than he was in finishing himself off - at least for now. With deep ragged breaths, Tommy got up off the bed and stood up, anxious to see what was happening.

He took his right hand - the same hand that had been parked under his genitals just moments ago - and brought it into view. The fingernails were dark now, thick and even a little pointed. A soft coating of hair had grown out the back of his hand, just below where the fingers emerged, and ran halfway up his forearm. A quick inspection of his left hand confirmed that the same had happened there. Sure enough, his feet showed similar hair growth, stopping halfway up his shins. He glanced at his chest, where a pelt of hair had grown in a diamond pattern right in the center of his chest.

But the one thing he was most interested in was what was going on behind him. Just like the night before, he reached behind him and felt something protruding from just above his rump. Much more prominent this time, it stuck out about six inches behind him and was coated in the same fur that was gracing his other extremities. There was no other way to describe it but to call it a tail.

What surprised Tommy throughout the whole thing was how he didn't feel at all alarmed or scared about the changes that he was experiencing. It was as if something, deeply rooted in the back of his mind, was providing a calming influence throughout the ordeal. He put his hands to his face, interested to see if anything had happened there. Indeed, feeling around the edges of the ears indicated that they had grown into rather pronounced points, and if he didn't know any better, he'd swear they were in the wrong place now - a little higher up, a little further back. To confirm one last suspicion, he bit his bottom lip, and experienced a jolt of pain on either side. Dragging his tongue across his upper teeth, it was clear that two of them had gotten considerably sharper.

It was clear to him now. Tommy was slowly turning into a monster. It would've scared him, if he didn't feel that pull in the back of his mind telling him that everything was all right. Besides, he didn't expect the changes to feel so damn good.

Suddenly, his cock throbbed with need, and Tommy was unable to resist its call. He wrapped his hand around the length - a length that also seemed a little bit longer now - and stroked himself with newfound enthusiasm. The chain reaction soon followed - that of balls tightening, glands swelling, pressure building. Tommy's brain shorted out as the orgasm sent a rush of fluids up and out of his twitching cock. Still not full-fledged cum, it nonetheless fired out in an arc that peaked at his hairy chest, falling on the floor in an inconspicuous blob. Tommy's body continued to shudder and shake with the intensity of the sensation. Through pursed lips, Tommy howled in pleasure.

Soon after, the lights were out and Tommy was back in bed. His transformation was obviously incomplete, but the thought of what he was becoming made him equally nervous and impatient. His eyes closed and he soon drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with plans of what he wanted to do with his friend the next day.