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One of the things that had started to annoy Tommy the past few days was that he couldn't sleep in anymore.

Ever since he began to change, it had become nearly impossible to stay asleep once the sun had started to rise. The wolfish instincts that were developing within him clearly were not interested in sleeping half the morning away. His eyes flicked open, as if turning on a lamp, and he gazed at the digital clock sitting on his nightstand. 6:12 AM. He sighed in frustration, until he felt the thickness between his legs and decided that at least he had some way to pass the time.

After his first full transformation a few nights ago, Tommy had become more curious about his new form, and just what it was capable of. It was like a new muscle that he'd just discovered, and was now intent on exercising as much as he could. Changing was a little easier now, both into and out of his lupine self. He still didn't feel comfortable revealing his secret to Ryan, however; eager as his friend was to fool around with him, there was almost a sense of revulsion when he started to feel enough arousal to bring him close to triggering the change.

Tommy's hand reached under the covers and into his briefs, squeezing the meaty organ that was already starting to throb insistently, his cock responding the only way it knows how, straightening out and stretching to full erection. Quickly, Tommy rubbed himself to the point that the now-familiar electricity began washing over him. Throwing the covers off the bed and pulling off his underwear in two fluid motions, he got on his hands and knees on top of the mattress as the fur began to grow all over his body.

The process was always a little bit different each time he transformed. This time he felt his face pull out into a muzzle even as the rest of his body was still relatively human. Then came the claws, the tail, the ears, and most enjoyably for him, the sheath and the knot. Things were growing in faster with all the practice he'd been getting; less than half a minute later, a fully transformed werewolf was pawing himself off on the bed.

Not wanting to shoot all over the bedsheets - he'd done that enough already the past week - he turned around again to lay on his back. His red rocket now stared right back at him, bobbing subtly in time with his heartbeats. It looked so enticing; he thought back to a memory he had a year or so ago when he noticed a friend's dog bent over itself, hind leg raised blithely in the air, licking its own private parts. He didn't spare a second thought about it when it happened, but the image was branded in the back of his mind - and had now charged to the front of it. His mouth actually began to water at just what the taste of it might be like.

It didn't take much effort. Tommy leaned forward, his long, floppy tongue drooping out of his mouth like a cartoon, until the distance between his face and his dick had been bridged. He ran his tongue slowly up the underside, and was rewarded with a wave of pleasure that made him shiver under his fur pelt. The texture was smooth, the taste unmistakably salty, just a bit tangy. He longed for more, and dove his head onto the phallus, wrapping his lips around the shaft and curling the tongue along the bottom, suckling the organ with enthusiasm. He'd heard about blow jobs before from his classmates, and it almost made Tommy chuckle to think that the first blow job he would ever get would be from himself.

Soon enough, Tommy could feel his favorite part of the climax, that moment where the testicles contract into his body, another load of his young spunk preparing to shoot. He pulled the full length of his shaft back a few inches, so that the tip of his cock sat on the end of his tongue, ready for the blasts that were about to come. His eyes clenched shut, paws balling into fists, as he got to taste his own essence for the first time. One, two, three, four delicious shots filled his muzzle. All the while, the twitches and spasms wracking his lower body flooded his mind with euphoria as the unique metallic and musky flavor of his seed splashed on his tongue. He savored the thin, syrupy texture of the liquid for a few seconds as the orgasm that overtook his form slowly faded, then purposefully gulped it all down. He was definitely going to try this again when he got another chance.

Minutes later, the fur had begun to recede back into his skin, claws dulling back into regular fingernails, tail shrinking back into its hiding place, mouth compressing back to normal. He slipped his undies back on, threw on a pair of pajama bottoms, and headed into the shower as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

After getting dressed and eating breakfast - where he helped himself to plenty of the sausage links that his mother had made, almost to the point of depriving the others - it was time for his weekly chores. Usually a point of contention between Tommy and his adoptive father, but this week he managed to get them done in near record time. Even after his father went out of his way looking for extra yard work to occupy his son for a little longer, he managed to finish just before noon.

"Can I go to visit Ryan now, Dad?" Tommy asked.

"Actually..." his father replied, with a fair bit of hesitance in his voice. "let's swing by the Burger Shack and get some lunch first."

Tommy shrugged. No way was he about to pass up a hamburger now that he had developed a more carnivorous appetite.

The drive to the restaurant was fairly quiet, even as they placed their orders and waited for their food. When it was ready, Tommy's dad grabbed the bag. "Let's eat in the car", he suggested, and Tommy quietly agreed.

Tommy was in the middle of his first bite when his dad finally tipped his hand.

"Thomas, I wanted to talk to a little bit."

Tommy stopped in mid-chew, looking back at his father with an obvious expression of guilt on his face, convinced that his dad had somehow discovered his secret.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I'm not mad at you or anything. But your mother told me she was doing your laundry this morning and noticed some rather gnarly stains on your bedsheets. And I think I know why."

Tommy gulped hard on his lunch as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Tommy nervously stammered for the right words. "Well... um... Dad... I, uh..."

His father laughed. "It's all right, Thomas. You're getting to the age where your body is starting to transition into adulthood. Every boy your age goes through it. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Tommy's face lit up. "Really?"

"Really. Now, I think you're old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. You know when you're doing something right, do you?"

Tommy shrugged. "I guess so."

"And you know when you're doing something wrong." Tommy nodded. "So you know that there's a right time and place to do something like this, and a wrong time and place to do it. What would be the right time and place?"

"I guess... in my room?" As liberating as it felt to know that his dad wasn't going to punish him for what he was doing, it definitely got embarrassing to talk about it so openly with him.

"All right, and when would be the wrong place for it?"

Tommy shrugged again, not really knowing what his father was driving at. "In public?"

His dad laughed. "Well, obviously I don't want you running down the street presenting yourself to everyone who can see you. Where else shouldn't you do it?"

"I don't know... at school?"

"School is a good answer. So is at a friend's house."

"Friend's house? But me and Ryan haven't-"

"Who said you and Ryan were doing anything?"

Tommy realized his verbal gaffe, and immediately tried to cover his mistake by turning his attention to his soft drink and taking a few hard pulls from the straw.

"Is there something going on between the two of you that I need to know about?"

"Well, no..."

"Thomas..." his father said sternly. "Are you and Ryan doing anything with each other?"

"No Dad, I swear." He was lucky that his lupine instincts had kept interfering with every time the two of them had tried it, because it meant he wasn't lying.

"All right, then. Make sure it stays that way. Ryan is younger than you by a year and a half; he's not physically ready to start doing anything of that nature, and it's not your job to get him started down that road. Understand?"

"Yes, Dad."

They quietly ate their lunch for a few more minutes, until Tommy decided to match his father's awkward conversation with an awkward topic of his own. "Hey, Dad?"

"What's up?"

"Do you know anything about my biological parents?"

Tommy's adoptive father shook his head. "No, son, can't say that I do. Why?"

I wanna know which one of them made me a werewolf, Tommy thought to himself. Being unable to answer that way, though, he just shrugged his shoulders. "No real reason. I just wanted to know what they were like."

"Thomas..." his father gave him a sincere look. "When I found out your mom wasn't able to have kids, I was devastated. I thought that I was never going to be able to have a family of my own. When you came into our lives, it was one of the most amazing things that had ever happened to me. I thank God every day that you're in my life. I want to be there for you whenever you need me to be there, even if I'm not the one who brought you into this world. I don't ever want you to be afraid to come to me with anything you need to talk to me about. Same goes for your Mom. Even if we're not your biological parents, we will love you no matter what. OK?"

It wasn't the answer Tommy was looking for, and certainly not the one he was expecting, but it did make him smile bring a small tear to his eye. "Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome, kiddo," his father replied, ruffling his son's hair to lighten the mood. Not long after, they both finished their burgers and headed back home.

Tommy spent the afternoon by himself, reading comic books and playing video games in the living room. He wanted to play with Ryan again, but both of his parents said no - they didn't want him monopolizing the younger boy's time, saying that Ryan should have a chance to find other kids in the neighborhood to play with too. It annoyed him - especially since the other kids were younger or on vacation - but considering the talk he'd just had with his dad, he decided not to force the issue.

Dinner came a couple hours later, and Tommy was devouring his mother's pot roast twice as fast as either of his parents.

"For heaven's sake, Thomas," his mother scolded. "We're going to have to start buying in bulk if this appetite of yours keeps up."

"Sorry, Mom. I've just been really hungry today. I don't know why."

"Well, if you're going to eat so much, the least you can do is help me with the dishes."

Tommy reluctantly complied, even though his stomach was already complaining when he got up and started to clear the table. Beyond the mundane ache that he felt, there was a sensation of queasiness, like his equilibrium was off just a fraction. He managed to finish up the dishes without too much incident, although his mom was quick to say this was why you shouldn't eat so much so fast.

He retired to his bedroom, closing the door behind him, and laid on his bed, the odd feelings in his digestive system slowly spreading out to his whole body. He certainly hoped he wasn't getting sick - it's a waste to be sick during summer vacation as it is, and he didn't want to spend more than one day at a time with his new best friend. He did his best to keep his mind off of it, his face buried in one of his favorite comics, one that unsurprisingly featured a werewolf as one of the main characters.

Tommy still knew nothing about the mechanics of his lycanthropy. No rulebook to follow, no instruction manual to guide him. And even if his dad had just told him not to be afraid to talk to him about anything, he wasn't sure that "anything" covered the subject of the boy they'd adopted having something "wrong" with him.

Tommy sighed as he skimmed over the last page of the issue, then flipped it over with his finger. He saw it for just a split second, but something looked off. He brought hand back into view, and saw that the fingernails were darker than normal. Just like if he were changing.

Changing?!

Tommy gasped. He looked at his left hand, and the same thing was happening there. The nails were nearly black now, and dense, and becoming sharper by the moment. The pinprick sensations of growing fur started to sweep over his skin.

In a panic, Tommy jumped off the bed, desperate to get out of his clothes before the transformation progressed any further. His shirt came flying off, as clumsy paws pulled it up over his head, straining the collar enough to result in a sharp ripping sound as the front tore halfway down the collar. His shoes came next, the toeclaws already poking out from the insides to leave indentations in the front; his socks had already fallen victim to the claws that had come in there.

He fumbled with the fly of his shorts as his emerging tail looked for a way out, but he didn't have enough practice with his clawed hands to get the tiny button out of its hole. Hastily, he just grabbed both ends and yanked, snapping the button off and revealng a sheath that was already peeking out from the elastic of his briefs. He lost his balance as he tried to slide his shorts and underwear down his hairy legs, falling onto all fours with them hanging off his ankles. Within moments, his muzzle had pulled into shape, and the metamorphosis was finally complete, leaving an adolescent werewolf on the verge of tears.

Confusion and terror flooded his mind. It was the first time he'd changed without wanting to, and it was the most frightening thing he'd ever been through. As he caught his breath, he looked around his bedroom, seeing the tattered clothes littered around him, and the comic book he'd just read sitting on the floor. In all the commotion, it had fallen off the bed, and was now opened up to page where the main character stood atop a mountain, howling loudly, as a bright full moon shone in the background. Tommy stared at the page for a moment, and finally put two and two together.

Scrambling back up to his feet, he walked up to his bedroom window, opening the shutters to reveal the night sky. Sure enough, there it was: a full moon shining right back at him. It was a sight that should have given him some relief that one mystery had been solved. But with so many more mysteries still unanswered, it brought little comfort.

Tommy quickly decided that being a werewolf wasn't fun anymore. All of the pleasure he had given himself in the past couple of weeks now paled in comparison to the fear and shame he felt now. The instincts that shared his psyche each time he changed in the past were doing their best to calm him down and relax him, but the human portion of Tommy's mind rebelled against it. He was a freak, a monster, and he was desperate to keep this a secret from everyone else.

The only problem with that is that mothers usually don't ask permission to enter their son's bedroom. They just knock twice and open the door.

"Thomas, honey, are you feeling any bett-"