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It was Halloween night and, like usual, Derrick was running late to the party. He'd gotten completely wrapped up in doing daily quests in Starbound Symphony- the new HoYoverse game- and barely made it to the costume shop before it closed. They only had one costume left in stock (besides a sexy firefighter lady costume he wouldn't be caught dead in), a raggedy and time-worn werewolf suit. Derrick was struggling to pull the ill-fitting suit on in the back of his Elantra, trying to ignore the fact the musty costume smelled like an actual wolf had used it as a sleeping bag. It didn't help that his car's dome light barely provided any illumination to work with.

He wasn't exactly thrilled to be going to the party but Nathan- his only real friend- had absolutely insisted that he come. Derrick was the furthest thing from socially adroit and the whole concept of being in a social situation with people he didn't know gave him terrible anxiety. But he promised after coming to the unwanted realization that he was a junior and had never gone to a real house party his whole time in college. So there he was, stripped down to his shirt and boxers, struggling with a stupid wolf costume he didn't really want to wear to attend a party he didn't want to be at.

“Fuck!" Derrick swore as he got a good whiff of the musk wafting from the wolf suit. “How old is this thing!?"

The costume was surprisingly cramped for how baggy it looked, almost like it was smaller on the inside than the outside. Derrick was having a heck of a time trying to find where his limbs were supposed to go. Finally finding what felt like the right holes, the young college student thrust his arms into place and wiggled his head up into the top of the costume. Except it wasn't the top of the costume, because there was nowhere for his head to go. Were those legs? Thanks to how dim and cramped the backseat was and how much he was rushing he'd somehow managed to put the thing on upside down.

“Fuck!" Derrick cursed again, his voice muffled by the raggedy furry costume. He rocked back and forth in the backseat of his car as he tried to work his hands free, but they were quite stuck inside the footpaws of the werewolf suit.

Then... things began to get weird.

All of a sudden, the strangest feeling struck Derrick. It was like an electric shock; a warm, sparkling, tingling rush of sensation. The college student let out a strained gasp, certain that his struggles had built up a bunch of static electricity. But the sharp shock hadn't felt like any static he'd felt before...

...And then he noticed that the costume seemed to be moving on its own...

Surprised and confused, Derrick felt the top half of the costume engulf his lower body in a twitching frenzy of movement. Derrick tried to tear the furry costume off but his fingers were uselessly trapped inside costume's feet and couldn't get a grip on anything. The attack continued; the legs of the wolf suit swallowed his feet up like a snake, and then the middle squeezed tight around his chest as it engulfed him.

“What in the fuck!?" Derrick spat, flailing about in the upside-down wolf suit as it continued to shrink around him in waves of expansion and contraction almost like breathing. He felt like the toothpaste in the bottom of the tube as the costume squeezed tight around his body from the bottom up with such force it was hard to get air into his lungs. When the contractions reached his head, the forceful compression only got stronger. Derrick pawed at the top (bottom?) of the suit to try and save his head with his footpaw-trapped hands but the attempt proved just as useless as before. The costume pressed down all around his head with unnatural force, as if it was trying to pop his head like a champagne cork. But there was nowhere for his head to go; nowhere except for a small pocket of space Derrick could feel around his nose...

But...

No... no! There was no way his head was going to fit inside..!

And yet, somehow it happened. Derrick gave a strangled moaning cry as his head was *squeezed* through the impossibly small opening. The assault of sensations was as strange as it was violent; it felt like his whole head was being compressed and reshaped as it was pushed into the pocket.

He could hardly breathe in the cramped space but what little air he could take in was damp with a sharp, strange smell not at all like the musty age of the rest of the costume. This odor was fierce and musky; like a well-used, sweat-soaked jockstrap. Except the smell was not at all normal, far more animal and wild and searingly-pungent...

Before Derrick had time to panic about not being able to breathe, he felt the warm, leathery pouch surrounding his head compress further still, radiating heat that seemed to sizzle directly into his brain, growing hotter by the second...

...and then, as if the whole experience couldn't get any stranger, the costume *melted* into his head.

A wordless cry trembled on Derrick's lips as he felt the costume meld with his head, the smooth, soft, leathery texture fusing with his hair, his face, his nose, his lips. The part melting into his mouth plunged down deep into his throat, burrowing through it and into his stomach and leaving behind a lurching sensation of... of something indescribable being done to him. Derrick had never felt such a bizarre feeling in his life and couldn't understand what the hell was happening, but the process left behind the enigmatic feeling that his innards has been hollowed out, straightened, simplified.

He felt his face sink through the smooth slickness of the pouch in a similar but different fashion, melding with the costume but simultaneously pushing through it. A sticky sensation tickled across his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He shivered from the tickly feeling as it spread across the rest of his skin all the way down to his lower back and pubic region, blinking at how bright the outside world seemed to be.

Everything that happened had taken less than a minute. Derrick, completely discombobulated by the utterly bizarre transformation that had overtaken his body, was a mental wreck. He hung upside-down in a state of utter befuddlement. When he sluggishly tried to turn himself over, he was barely able to slightly sway or stretch himself sideways. His legs he could still sort of move, but they felt like they were trapped in bags of warm mud. Even stranger he felt like he was naked, except for a tight-fitting and very fuzzy set of pants. He could see his furry arms and legs below inside the wolf suit, but they felt weirdly alien and distant, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep. He could see his chest slowly rising and falling, but couldn't feel the air fill his lungs. He could see his own lupine face, see his own eyes slowly blinking open, but... wha-?

How was he looking at his own costumed face? Why did the costume look so incredibly real? Derrick blinked his eyes rapidly as he tried to understand what was going on, but before he could figure it out the wolf opened his eyes and yawned awake.

“Ahhhh... what in the hell is this? What the fuck?" The wolf costume growled, in a raspy growl that sounded an awful lot like Derrick's own voice if he went through a pack of cigarettes a day.

Derrick tried to respond, but found he couldn't move his mouth in the right way. He left his lips twitch slightly, felt a weird smacking response from his strangely-sensitive mouth, but no sound left his lips. As he tried to talk, he felt a crawling, tickling, prodding feeling in the back of his mind, like a big straw being dipped into his very thoughts. Derrick was trying so hard to talk he immediately *pushed* his thoughts into the weird mental tickle, like he was blowing them through the 'straw'.

'What is going on!?! Help! Who are you and what have you done to me!?!' Derrick's thoughts poured through the opening in his mind.

It took the wolf a few seconds to process the mental communication. Then, suddenly, the wolf reached up with his relatively-giant paw (why did everything look so *big* all of a sudden..?) and grabbed hold of Derrick.

The young male froze as his weird body was grasped, suddenly realizing he didn't have arms anymore, and seemed to be nothing but long, soft, straight cylinder. A very sensitive one...

The wolf looked up and grinned at him.

“What... what did you do? Did you put me on *upside down*!? Sweet fucking glory, you are an absolute mo-ron! Bwahahahaahahahaahaha!" The wolf laughed uproariously.

The wolf twisted himself sideways in the backseat then sat upright, sending Derrick's whole world tumbling. Derrick was so discombobulated by the sudden switch that he heard more than saw the wolf open the car door and step out, gingerly stepping forward on his reborn paws until he was close to the Elantra's driver side mirror. He twisted the mirror down, making the powered mirror groan and crack as it was manually wrenched out of place. At the same time, the wolf's other paw hefted Derrick up so that he was almost eye level with his car's now-broken mirror.

Nothing could quite prepare the college junior for what he saw in that mirror.

'Ohhhhh no. Nononononono...' Derrick's mentally whimpered. He blinked, and the *thing* reflected in the mirror blinked in simultaneous synchronicity. The *thing* that he *was*.

That *thing* being a plump and rather hefty canine penis, a cylinder of raw, ruddy, smooth, glistening wolf-dick with a set of brown eyes exactly like his own (albeit much smaller in this state). No wonder he couldn't talk; his lips were a vertical slit at the tip of the lupine cock. There were no arms on his transformed body, no legs... but where he'd felt his legs before were a set of plump furry balls, set back and below the fuzzy sheath that he thought were his pants. He still had tiny lumps on the side of his pointed head for ears and even smaller slits where his nose would be, but virtually none of his human features had survived being turned into a living phallus.

“You goober! This has never happened to me before but I think I get it. You put me on upside down, so instead of me taking over your body like normal I took it over all topsy-turvy. So you're my dick for the night! Bwahahahahahaha!" the wolf launched into another bout of riotous laughter, leaning down to leer at Derrick's reflected eyes. The lupine creature looked nothing like a raggedy costume and very much like a real, actual, honest-to-God werewolf, with lean musculature and a predatory glint in his amber eyes.

Shame and humiliation burned through Derrick like a wildfire as he stared hard as his phallic form, squinting his eyes as he tried not to look at himself but unable to completely tear his gaze away from the awful spectacle. Staring at his smooth, slick, streamlined wolf penis of a body was like seeing a car crash. Derrick flexed his mouth open and watched the piss-slit lips of his mirrored reflection smack apart.

“Alright, so, you get the picture. Heh, this is going to be more fun than usual!" the wolf was uncomfortably upbeat. The living costume moved his clawed hand down from cradling Derrick to lightly squeezing the cockified college boy. “Fuuuuck do you feel good. Where are we, by the way? I hope to God that it's somewhere we can get some tail."

'Uuhhhng...' Derrick mentally groaned as the sensitive shaft was fondled, feeling a surge of pleasure wash through his obscenely-transformed body. 'Pah... party... house party...'

“Aw, fuck yes!" The wolf exclaimed. “This is going to be great! Where are we, anyways? This feels like... a college town."

'Uhh... it is. I'm an accounting student." Derrick replied.

“Jimminy Christmas, bo-ring," the wolf huffed, as he walked back to the rear of the car and opened the door again. Derrick watched as the costume retrieved his jeans, then sat down and prepared to put them on.

Slunk into the wolf's crotch in the sitting position, Derrick writhed about in the costume's furry lap. The texture of the fur was surprisingly soft and silky, not at all like the dry and wispy artificial texture it originally possessed. It felt really good against his sensitive flesh.

Actually... almost *everything* felt good, *really* good in his altered form. Derrick had been so bewildered in the aftermath of his bizarre inversion that he hadn't really paid attention to it before but every time he was touched, or rubbed against something, or moved around he felt a tingle of pleasurable, sexual stimulation. As humiliating as it was to be reduced to nothing but an animal penis, every bit of sensation felt good.

“So... since we're gonna be spending the night together I'll give you the rundown..." the wolf said, starting to pull Derrick's jeans back on. “As you've prolly figured you I'm *not* a normal wolf costume. I'm a super-special magical costume. You've heard of werewolves, right? Well, I'm a *wear*-wolf! Whenever someone puts me on, I get to take their body over for the night and be a real party animal!"

The wolf's legs were inside Derrick's jeans. The wolf-cock stared down at his rising pants with trepidation as the wolf costume began to yank them up and over him. Part of him was quite anxious about being a distinctly-inhuman penis hanging out clear view, but another part of him didn't want to become a prisoner inside his own jeans. Both options felt quite humiliating.

“Yadda yadda yadda, you get the idea. Anyway, the transformation only lasts one night- or at least it should- so let's hope that this whole upside-down thing didn't screw that up. And not because I don't like having you as a cock. Because I'm sure as hell not going to attend any accounting classes on your behalf!"

'Y-yeah...' the penis replied, still in shock.

Darkness rose over Derrick as his jeans were tugged upward and secured, casting the cock into darkness. The wolf rubbed the transformed college boy through the crotch of the pants, making Derrick wince and twitch from the touch.

“Hmm... shirt or no shirt?" the wolf asked his unwilling companion.

'Shirt... please.' Derrick managed to mumble.

“Are you sure? Did you see my abs?" the wolf said back, reaching over to where Derrick had left them. The transformed cock-boy briefly wondered what had happened to his boxers and socks, the only things he'd been wearing when he first put the costume on. Had they melded into the suit with him?

“How about a compromise? Ripped shirt! That'll go well with my whole lycanthropic theme, hehe." the wolf said.

'Please don't rip my shirt!' Derrick whined, to no avail. A moment later he felt the wolf's body tensing and heard a long sharp ripping sound, like it had been torn in half. 'Aw, Jesus!'

“Your shirt was lame. Anyway! Party time!" the wolf exclaimed, springing up out of the backseat and making Derrick jiggle in the process. Even the rough fabric and cool metal zipper of the jeans felt good to rub against to the cockified college boy.

Walking towards the house where the party was at, the wolf continued to talk to his cock. Derrick idly wondered if anyone was watching them and wondering why the wolf seemed to be talking to himself.

“So... accounting. Right. What's interesting about you? Snowboarding? Gimme an angle." the wolf queried.

Derrick squirmed in the wolf's pants. 'Uhh...' He lived in a small apartment, alone, and aside from doing classwork his only real hobbies were video games, porn and Reddit. None of those answers felt like they would elicit a positive response from the werewolf. 'You know; normal stuff. Things.'

“Hmmm..." the wolf uttered. Derrick hadn't 'spoken' his thoughts, but felt that the wolf had caught a whiff of the shameful truth nonetheless. “You're not giving me a lot to work with here..."

Derrick heard the creaking of the wooden steps of his friend's porch and could make out the muted sound of music. Realizing that he was about to have his penile form carried into public, Derrick felt a fresh bout of panic.

'Look, we really shouldn't do this! You don't look like a costume at all, you look like a real freaking werewolf! People are going to notice! Pleeease don't do this!' Derrick whined. 'We can go back to my place and I can show you how to play Starbound Symphony.'

“What? No!" The wolf paused at the door's threshold. “Nobody is going to notice, nerd! It's Halloween!"

'Bahh... but I don't know anyone there! And, uhm, I think you'd really like the customizable class progression. And there's this girl you can get in your party who is from the planet of the fox-people. Well, it's not their home planet because-'

“Hnngh, so you're a nerd, huh?" the wolf interrupted with a gruff huff. “Look, we're going to the party and we're going to have a good time, promise. I'm gonna Costanza this shit for you, buddy."

Derrick was unconvinced. 'You're going to what?' he said.

“You know, like in Seinfeld? If all your instincts are wrong, just do the opposite of them and everything'll work out!"

'Oh, uhm, that one TV show? My parents liked that show, I think. I've never seen it, but I guess I heard that it was a pretty good show. One thing about television shows from the 90s is that they...'

“Oh my fucking god, shut the fuck up you stupid nerd!" the wolf growled. “What is with the sideways anecdotes!? Do you know how to have a conversation!? You know what, change of plans. *I'm* doing all the talking, I'll show you how it's done. If I need help I'm going to ask you a question and you will answer that question and *only* that question, capiche? And if you get all weird and wordy I'm going to guzzle like a gallon of beer and make you mark every tree in this town!"

'Nnngh!' Derrick mentally whined, eyes opening wide. He hadn't really thought about it before that moment but the wolf's words were a sharp reminder that penises, like him, were used for peeing. He was *not* thrilled at the prospect of having to expel urine from his mouth.

The door creaked open. Derrick heard the sound of music and conversation though his owner's pants, extremely aware of the fact that they were now actually at the party. Within the wolf's jeans, the terrified cock-boy shrank down, partially sinking into the moist warm comfort of his sheath.

'Pft, why are you so worried!? It's a party, it's supposed to be fun!' the wolf mentally chided his penis.

The sound of talking got louder as the wolf advanced further into the house, and Derrick began to recognize some of the voices and make out snippets of what they were saying.

“...so I was like, how else are we going to get it inside? This couch is either going through that window upstairs or we're going to have to knock a hole in the building. My dad was freaking out about the whole thing, like, 'You're going to get yourself killed over that stupid couch!', but Hayden was like..."

Was that Nathan talking? Derrick was pretty sure he recognized his friend's voice.

“Hey. Sup." the wolf growled to the crowd.

“Derrick? Is that you? Holy shit man, nice costume! Glad you could make it! I was wondering if you were going to come," Nathan said.

“Hey, Nathan!" the wolf cheerfully replied. “Heh, 'course I came!"

“Man, that costume... that's crazy high quality! Where did you get it?" Nathan said.

“I know, right? Came from that popup costume shop down on Market Street; I couldn't believe nobody else had picked it!"

“Ooh, it's fierce! Rawr!" Said a nearby girl.

'Ohmygod-' Derrick mentally blurted. He knew that voice; it was Jessica Chalmers, one of the only girls in the Accounting program and an incredibly cute one at that.

“Hey Jessica! Good to see you!" the wolf costume said. “How about a hug?"

“Wha-? Oh! Okay!" she replied.

Derrick froze in horror. The wolf costume was *talking* to a *girl*, a *hot girl*, one of the most attractive women he knew! And he was going to *hug* her!? How!?! He'd never even worked up the courage to...

His mental consternation came to a crashing halt as the wolf costume actually did it. A flush of firming warmth flooded into Derrick's body as he felt the wolf push him against his classmate's leg and he sprang back out of his sheath.

“Mmm," Jessica made a sound that was suspiciously close to a moan. “So what have you been up to lately, Mr. Big Bad Wolf? I hardly see you outside of class..."

'Quick! What did you do today?' the wolf mentally questioned his cock.

'Playing Starbound Symphony! Like I said, it's been really fun. So, it's a lot like Zenless Zone Zero except your character is called a 'conductor' and it doesn't use quite the same combo attack system. Instead you have to set up status conditions and trigger them with special attacks, and, uhm...'

Derrick's mental voice shrank and died out as he felt a threatening sensation in the back of his mind, almost like the wolf was baring his teeth at him and growling.

“Oh, you know, not much. Studying, hitting the gym, stayin' busy." the wolf nonchalantly replied. “You know how it is. Hey! Where can a guy get a beer around here?"

“Beer's in the kitchen. We stocked up, help yourself to whatever," Someone said. Derrick thought it was the voice of Nathan's roommate but wasn't quite sure. He couldn't remember his name.

“Thanks!" the wolf costume said, walking away from the conversation.

Once they were in the hallway, he addressed his penis with a ferocious growl.

“Oh my God! No wonder you're a virgin!" the wolf groaned.

'How did you know I was a virgin..?' Derrick squeaked.

“Call it a lucky freaking guess," the wolf costume said. Derrick felt a sharp smack as the wolf slapped the front of his pants.

“Why the fuck would that girl want to hear about your stupid video game shit? What is wrong with you!? She doesn't play that game, she has no idea what you're talking about! Chicks do *not* like video games. She wants to hear about shit that makes you an attractive mate. Or, boyfriend, whatever. Christ I've known you for like ten minutes and I want to bully the shit out of you!"

Inside the wolf's pants Derrick withered under the critique. It wasn't very pleasant to be talked to in such a manner, least of all by a freaking magical costume. What made it even worse was that the wolf's words rang true; he'd always been awkward around other people.

Derrick felt the wolf walk further forward into what he was pretty sure was the kitchen. He heard the sound of the fridge door being opened, followed by the hissing crack of a can opening.

'You know the rules. Every time you're weird I'm killing a beer,' the wolf mentally spoke. A burst of glugging swallows followed while the costume continued the conversation mentally. 'What's your deal, anyway? I gotta say I kinda feel bad for you. You're in college, surrounded by pretty girls, prime of your life and you're spending all your free time playing video games? Crazy.'

'I... I dunno. It's kinda what I've always done. I grew up in a really small town and didn't have a lot of friends. I mean I suck at dealing with other people, I know. And when you suck at something and embarrass yourself you kinda want to avoid that happening,' Derrick said, mentally sighing.

'Well, that's your mistake right there.' the wolf said, taking a break from drinking and continuing the conversation vocally. “You learn by doing, and fucking up and making mistakes, and learning from them,"

'Yeah, I guess you're right,' Derrick said. 'Say, what is *your* deal, anyway? Have you always been, uhm, like this?'

“Hnngh..." the wolf groaned, then thought-spoke, 'Well, a long time ago in what is now the Netherlands I was once a wolf who ate too many of a witch's sheep. She cursed me to be a living costume. Over the years the curse kinda, I don't know, mutated or something, and now I can temporarily take over the body of whoever wears me...'

'I see,' Derrick said, as the wolf finished his beer with a loud belch.

“Ohhh man, that was so good... haven't had a beer in like... what year is it anyway?" the wolf asked.

'It's 2024. Halloween, obviously,' Derrick replied. The penis could feel a slight and subtle flush of warmth as the alcohol worked its way through the bloodstream he shared with the wolf.

“Ahhh, wow... last time someone put me on was 2007. Holy shit." the wolf said. There was a trace of something sad and wistful in the wolf's words quite unlike his typical cocky confidence. “Kind of my own fault though... people tend to throw me far away once I'm done with them. I'm virtually indestructible but some of them get real creative about burying me when I piss them off."

'Wow, that... that really sucks,' Derrick replied. 'I can't imagine what that's like.'

“Yeah. I mean, that witch was out of her fucking gourd. What did she expect from a wolf!? I was a fucking obligate carnivore! Literally can't not eat meat." the wolf said, sighing and opening the fridge again. Derrick could hear the sound of another can being opened.

'Whaa... but I didn't do anything!' Derrick protested.

“Sorry but it's just too good. Can't help myself," the wolf said. “Beer is like, one of my favorite things about living with humans. Actually, there are all kinds of great things about living with humans. Air conditioning, beds, meat you can just *buy* in a store... you know a few costume-wearers ago I just drove to a steakhouse and wolfed down prime rib until the guy's credit card got declined? Heh, good times!"

Suddenly, Derrick heard a gruff laugh followed by a male voice addressing them. “Who are you talking to?"

The penis felt himself swing slightly as his host abruptly turned to face the interloper.

“Uhhh..." the wolf, taken aback, was caught off guard.

'Ah, quick! Tell him you're on the phone!' Derrick said, thinking quickly.

'I'm not holding a phone! I think I left yours in the car.' the wolf replied.

Derrick was quick to answer. 'Bluetooth! Tap your ear and tell him you're on Bluetooth!'

“Hey, I'm on the phone. Bluetooth," Derrick heard his host say.

“Oh, my bad," the male voice said, quieter than before. “Hey let me sneak past you and grab a beer."

“Ah shit, sorry," the werewolf costume replied. Derrick felt them take a few steps backward before the wolf continued speaking, projecting his voice as if he really was talking on the phone. “Anyway, yeah it sounds like your writing project is off to a good start. I really like the way you've given the werewolf a compelling backstory. Love that character. Yeah. Uh huh. Tuesday, you say..?"

The werewolf costume continued to fake-talk for another few seconds, before addressing his penis in a hushed voice. 'Hey look at you! Good save, buddy!"

'Mm,' Derrick's reply was noncommittal, but he felt a small flush of pride.

“Anyway, back to it! Watch and learn. Er, listen and learn..."

The wolf returned to the living room, plopping down on a couch and easily sliding back into the ongoing conversation. Derrick was amazed at how smoothly the wolf seemed to ingratiate himself with Nathan's friends, especially given that the costume-creature had been out of the loop for so long. Every so often he'd ask a question to get up to speed on current affairs.

'Quick, who is singing this song?' was the wolf costume's first question.

'Uhhh... Derrick strained to listen closer. Thankfully the volume was cranked up high enough he could hear it pretty well even through his jeans. He didn't listen to much in the way of popular music but even he recognized the songstress in question, his sister's personal favorite. 'That's Billie Eilish!' he replied. He almost began launching into an anecdote about how she sang, “No Time To Die" for the latest James Bond movie and the sacrilegious killing off James Bond, but he caught himself.

“Man, I love Billie Eilish. She's so talented!" the wolf said with his newfound knowledge.

“Ohmygod, I know, right? My roommate and I went and saw her two years ago in Pittsburgh. She was a-ma-zing!" A girl chimed in.

“By the way," the wolf costume continued. “I love your costume! Did you make those wings yourself? They look so cool!"

“Aww, thank you!" the girl replied. “No, I didn't. It was this girl, Ava, one of my roommate's best friends. She works in theater and made them for me. But look at you! Your costume is incredible! What did you say your name was again?"

“Derrick," the wolf said. “I don't know how I got so lucky but I just found it at a costume store. It's the coolest costume I've ever had! Feel this fur!"

The real Derrick bobbed up and down as he felt the wolf stand. His cylindrical body was feeling more than a little plump and flushed; in the last few minutes he'd had more interaction with girls that in the last year.

“Oh, wow, incredible! It feels like real fur, except so soft and silky!" the girl said.

“Heh," The wolf quietly chuckled. “Think I might try and buy the costume; I'm going to want to wear it again next year."

'I wish you could see this chick, buddy,' the wolf costume thought to his penis. 'She's that fairy from Tinkerbell, and her dress ain't covering up much cleavage. I wanna squeeze you between those boobs like a hot dog.'

“You should!" outside their shared mental link the real conversation continued in a very different tone as the girl continued speaking with the wolf. “So you're Nathan's friend, right? I'm Wendy, by the way. I can't believe we've never met before! I haven't seen you at the bánh mì place we all go to."

'Why don't you go to the bánh mì place with them?' the wolf asked Derrick. 'When do they go?'

'Wednesday. And, uhmm, there are daily quests that reset on Tuesday night...' Derrick said.

“Ahhh, you guys usually go when I've got a ton of homework to do," the wolf smoothly lied. “But you know what? I'd think I'd make it work if it meant such interesting company."

“Oh my, you're quite the charmer!" the girl said, in a tone that was sardonic but nonetheless friendly and flattered.

Derrick strained to listen in as the conversation continued, but he was feeling a bit distracted. He kept thinking back to the lewd comment the costume had made about stuffing him into a girl's cleavage. The mental image of being smooshed between two enormous plump breasts was very compelling. What might it feel like to have his wolf-cock of a body engulfed by soft female flesh..?

A pulse of arousal made Derrick's phallic body twitch slightly. He could feel a weird tension flow through him as his fantasizing continued, a very weird and yet undeniably pleasant feeling for the upside-down young man. Heat, stiffness and a strong sense of vitalizing power brewed inside his body. Derrick could feel his thoughts growing quicker and clearer, and his senses sharpening. He realized he was going to turn into an erection if he kept this up and tried to think about something other than mountainous mammaries, but it was hard to turn his mind elsewhere...

Another question from his host interrupted his daydreaming.

'Hey down there! It ain't showtime yet, calm down and tell me what the hell is everyone sucking on?'

'Sucking on what?'

'Uhh...' the wolf formulated a guess. 'Computer pen cloud makers?'

It took Derrick a moment to realize that the wolf was probably seeing the others hit vape pens. The college student had tried one over the last summer and had quite a bad time dealing with the brain-wrecking anxiety it gave him. Thinking quickly, Derrick blurted 'Oh yeah man, those are vape pens! Super strong weed, great stuff. Take one, take a big hit! I love weed!'

'Hah! Not a chance, stoner-boy. No weed for you!' the wolf remarked. Derrick instead heard the sound of crunching as the wolf snacked on something. A short time later, he felt slight pressure from above as the wolf rest a bowl on his lap.

'What a weird way to smoke weed. I'll give them something better to suck on, heh,' the werewolf joked.

Without really thinking about it, Derrick flexed himself up against the bottom of the bowl, enjoying a rather pleasant pulse of arousal through his sensitive body.

'What is that? What are you eating?' he asked his host.

'Dunno, some kinda fancy, cheesy Chex Mix. Pretty good!' the wolf costume replied.

'I love Chex Mix,' Derrick said.

'Me too,' the wolf said. 'Huh, I guess we aren't *entirely* reversed.'

The party continued apace. The cock did his best to answer the questions his costume lobbed at him, and not just because he didn't want to have more beer fill his bladder. Derrick really enjoyed being popular for the first time in his life, even though he was having a hard time hearing everything that was said given the loud music and the fact everyone's voice was muffled by the pants covering him.

The wolf had a lot to catch up on.

'You're saying we had troops in Afghanistan until 2021, and then the government immediately collapsed back into Taliban control. You're shitting me!'

'What do you mean 'our' troops? I thought you were from the Netherlands.' Derrick said.

'Buddy, I've been in America since 1704! Before it was America! I'm more American than you are!' the wolf snapped back. 'Yeah, I was born in the Netherlands. But you know what? Now you're in my Netherlands!' the were-costume continued, snickering audibly.

The joke brought a humiliating flush to Derrick, who had been so caught up in answering the wolf's queries that he temporarily forgot about his current penile state. But being referred to as a penis was starting to bother him less and starting to arouse him more. He blinked his eyes in the darkness, noticing that the cramped confines of his pant-prison was starting to smell kinda musky... like him. He took in a curious whiff of the scent his penile body was producing, embarrassed to find that his own bestial musk was rather arousing. The heavy, dense, animal aroma sweating off his flesh broadcasted virility in no uncertain terms.

Another trip to the kitchen was followed by another beer. By this point, Derrick the penis was so into the swing of the party that he didn't bother to object. And he was enjoying the alcohol himself through their shared bloodstream; he liked how it dampened his remaining social anxiety and concern over his cockhood.

“Starting to enjoy yourself, huh?" the wolf said to his Derrick-dick in a hushed whisper.

'I don't know. Maybe.' the young man replied.

“Still thinking about Tinkerbell? Heh, I could feel you chubbin' up when I told you about her cute tits."

'Hnnngh... maybe,' Derrick said. There was no use in trying to deny it; after all, the wolf could feel his every twitch. 'I can't help it! Everything just, hnngh, it feels so *good*!'

“Haha, well, don't you worry buddy. I won't leave you hanging too long; we're gonna burn that V-card of yours before the night is over," the wolf costume said as he cracked open another beer.

'That's the part that worries me!' Derrick protested. 'I want my first time to be, uhm, special. And I want to be there for it!'

“Pft, I'd say this is pretty special. And trust me; I'm sure you're going to be there for it, hahaha," the wolf laughed, reaching down and giving his Derrick-dick a soft grope through the front of their jeans. “Maybe you'll get a chance to bounce on some boobies, maybe even cum on 'em. Doesn't that sound like fun..?"

'Oh fuuuck~' Derrick squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the wolf's hand close around his sensitive body. A strange *twitch* slowly rocked through him, his muscles contracting in a weird involuntary motion. As the costume walked back to the living room, he found himself pressing slightly into the front of his jeans. The lupine cock wondered how visible the bulge he formed was...

As they sat back down, Derrick felt some relief as he was tucked back into the wolf's groin but he feeling antsy and aroused. He couldn't help but semi-stiffly slither around between and across the wolf's thighs as the were-creature socialized.

The wolf continued to pepper his penis with more questions, cracking wise after most answers from his cock-companion.

-'What does extra mean? Is that like, extra good or extra bad?'

-'Hey Derrick, this nerd I'm talking to plays games too. What's he talking about, Fortnight?'

Derrick was all too eager to answer that question, and perked up at hearing that someone else at the party enjoyed the game. 'Oh! Ask him if he plays build or no-build!'

'You nerds should play together sometime.'

-'You're saying they invented actual freaking AI's and everyone uses them to cheat on their homework? Haven't you people seen Terminator?'

-'Why the fuck is everyone staring at their phones all the time?'

-'Elon Musk is doing what-now? What is a Twitter?'

-'You're fucking lying. You have to be lying. Except I'd know if you're lying. *DONALD TRUMP* was the *PRESIDENT!?* And he's running again!?!'

That last revelation was shocking enough that the wolf had to excuse himself from the group and go to the kitchen for a long, riotous burst of laughter. “PRESIDENT TRUMP!?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAahahahAHAheheheheeeee-! Oh my sweet fuck, hahah, heh, HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

'Yeah, and he might win again. Anyway... I gotta hand it to you. You actually made me kinda popular.' Derrick said.

“Pfft, don't act so surprised! You think this is hard? Try hunting other animals to eat with your own teeth and claws;? ? *that* is hard work! Talking to people is easy! Listen to them. Be confident. Be a smoking hot werewolf." the wolf said. “Quit wasting time on those stupid video games and hit the gym. If you're hot people like you a lot more. And if they still don't like you, you can kick their ass."

'I see...' Derrick replied. He heard the familiar sound of the fridge door opening, but the wolf closed it against just as suddenly. The wolf ducked sideways in a swift movement that swung Derrick against his host's furry thigh.

'Oh-ho, what is this!' the wolf thought to his penis with cheerful excitement, before continuing in a low whisper. “Alright buddy... I think I've reeled in a nice piece of ass for the night. You ready for your big moment?" the wolf whispered to his person-penis.

Derrick was very much *not* feeling ready for anything involving him being used. 'No!' he squeaked, anxiously sliding back and forth between the wolf's thighs. 'What do you mean, anyway? I didn't even hear you come on to anyone!'

“Ohhhh buddy, pal, friend... you have so much to learn. Listen up, Der-dick; flirting is all in the eyes. I've been eyefucking like crazy all evening and, hehe, it's been landing *good*..." the wolf said, with a husky chuckle.

Anxiously squishing himself down against his plump, furry nutsack, Derrick heard footsteps as somebody else entered the kitchen. 'Ohgod, ohfuck...' he burbled, trepidation crawling through his body. Though...

The transformed human felt a subtle stirring of *other* feelings in his sensitive shaft of a body. Maybe it was the alcohol that had taken the sharpness away from the stinging anxiety he felt, or maybe it was the thought of getting really, *really* intimate with Jessica, but a small part of the awkward virgin wasn't *entirely* against the thought of sex. Even if he was going to be playing a very strange role...

Derrick felt sudden movement as the wolf darted forward, and then heard the were-costume make a rough, hungry growl. “Hey there. Might I say you look absolutely delicious. I gotta have a taste..." the wolf said in a sensual susurration.

Then... there was a kiss. A soft, wet smacking sound. Derrick couldn't believe it; it was his first kiss and he wasn't even able to feel it! What he felt instead was a pulse of arousal that emanated out from his pointy head and echoed through the rest of his cockified body, into his shaft and balls, all the way into his mysterious internal anatomy.

The kiss was swiftly followed by another, and another, and another, each one louder and more passionate. Tension and heat flooded into Derrick, each kiss more fuel for the building fire. Though a part of him still felt quite anxious about the whole experience the arousal the penis felt was washing away his concerns like ocean waves dissolving a sand castle. Derrick felt more of his shaft-self slide away from his sheath, his body growing thicker and longer as blood pumped into him. He was starting to slowly twitch up and down, each involuntary movement accompanied by the feeling of fullness, hardness, energy...

'Ohhhh fuck... ohhhh man...' Derrick couldn't help but think. As the male wolf's penis, all of the intoxicating rush of his host's arousal was flooding into him.

The wolf was too busy to answer it seemed. The kissing transitioned into the sound of skin being sucked upon, the patter of feet dancing, deep and heavy breathing from the recipient of the sucks. In his mind's eye Derrick could see a girl- maybe even Jessica- with her neck being devoured by sucks from the wolf's muzzle, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin. In the darkness of his jeans Derrick's slowly blinked as he felt himself grow even hotter and harder, becoming completely erect and bulging out the front of his jeans.

When every part of his obscene body was plumped up, Derrick was no longer merely twitching, but *throbbing*. It was an incredibly thrilling feeling, each throb assaulted his head with pounding bursts of pleasure. The sensation was so intense it was getting hard to think about anything other than being a hot, hard wolf-cock. If he could talk he would have been moaning his lungs out, but instead he felt a surge of pulsing liquid arousal travel through the core of his transformed body and out through his mouth.

The wolf-cock squinted his eyes and squished his lips together as his mouth was filled with the taste of his own precum. It was a sharp, salty, tangy taste infused with a distinctly-bestial muskiness quite different from the (one) time he'd been curious enough to sample his own emissions. Without proper lips or any tongue the slick substance drooled from him and was mashed against his face as the hardening Derrick-cock pressed into the tightness of his jeans.

The kissing grew more intimate, the wolf pressing close to the other person. Derrick, fully aroused and with a head partially slickened by his own precum, used what little mobility he had to flex himself against the heat of the other person's body...

And suddenly, he realized that there was something off about them, because Derrick found himself pressing into another hot, hard bulge..! Even though two layers of clothing it was unmistakably another penis!

As if that wasn't bad enough, the other male moaned and hoarsely whispered...

“Ahhh, yeah!"

...and the voice was, unmistakably, that of his friend Nathan!

'O-WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK!?!' Derrick practically screamed, recoiling with horror from his only friend's cock. 'You were HITTING on NATHAN!?! BAD WOLF! BAD! NO!'

'Shhhh... hehehe don't worry, you're going to love it..!' the wolf replied, his thoughts redolent with malicious glee.? ? ?

'What in the hell!?' Derrick thought, twisting around in his jeans in fits of agitated, confused arousal. 'Nathan isn't gay! **I'm** not gay!'

'Well, I'm literally opposite you buddy...' The wolf thought back to him, bringing down a paw and grasping his erect Derrick-cock. 'You like girls, so I like boys. It's your own fault, really.'

Derrick was helpless as the wolf pressed him back against Nathan's bulge, the physical contact sending another pulse of sexual arousal through the erect penis-person despite his mental horror. If he felt sensitive before becoming erect every bit of sensation in his aroused state was sharp, searing ecstasy. All the teasing and touching from earlier was nothing compared to real intimate contact. More salty precum pulsed through his throat and spat from his mouth as he was ground against Nathan's hard cock.

'Nnnghhhrrgh... n-no... you can't... you really can't do this! H-he's gonna know something is wrong when he sees me!" Derrick managed to voice, though it took quite the act of willpower to do so given how much pleasure was coursing through his body.

'Fuuuck...' the wolf mentally murmured, his thoughts oozing with predatory lust. 'I don't think so. He ain't going to see anything when I'm thrusting you into his ass.'

'Bwaaaaaa-!?' Derrick reeled. 'Noooooo, that can't happen!' he protested.

The thought of being *stuffed* inside his friend's *butt* was simultaneously the most horrifying and most arousing thing he could think of. He was quite large for a penis, anyways; could he even fit inside?

'Oh, it's going to happen and you are going to love it, promise,' the wolf said to his panicked penis, before addressing Nathan. “How about we continue this up in your room?"

“Yeah... that sounds like a good idea..." Nathan replied. “Man Derrick, I've never seen this side of you before. “Man Derrick, what's gotten into you? I don't know what it is but I really like it!"

The cock felt momentary relief from the pleasure consuming him as the wolf pulled him away from the other boy's groin. He heard his host and his friend walk from the kitchen and down the hall, making their way up the stairs towards the bedrooms. But the cock couldn't escape from continuous stimulation; in his erect state every step made him rub against the inside of his jeans.

'Ohhh shit, ohh f-fuck' Derrick continued to babble. It was really hard to think coherently while erect; his thoughts felt like stew in a simmering pot. Sex; he was going to have *sex* as a *dick*! His apprehension about being used as a penis was fighting the shameful horror and fear about the possibility. The urges of his cockified form were unrelenting, demanding more rubbing, more touching, more...

“Mind if I leave the costume on?" the wolf said while he and Nathan were hurrying to Nathan's bedroom. “I've got a way to make it work, trust me."

“Fuck yes, that sounds awesome. That costume makes you so fucking sexy." Nathan replied.

The wolf didn't say anything to his Derrick-penis but the college student could feel the psychic equivalent of a very smug grin.

Before he knew it, they were in Nathan's bedroom and Derrick heard his best friend and his werewolf-costume host resume their makeout session. Derrick was already so hard he couldn't feel his sheath down around his lower parts anymore.

The person-penis smacked his vertically-aligned lips together as he felt himself drool up more precum, both dreaming and dreading what was about to happen.

He heard a metallic clink from just above his head, realizing that the belt securing his jeans was being un-done.

Derrick sprung up as his jeans were pulled down over his slick, pointed face, blinking rapidly as he emerged from the humid darkness of the werewolf's pants and into the light of Nathan's bedroom. He was so horny from the sloppy makeout session that he barely cared that his friend might see him in his current state. He twitched with febrile energy, unable to really get his bearings before being mashed face-tip first into the slick, hard flesh of his friend's aroused penis.

'AwwWwwaaAHhHhh-!' Derrick moaned. The flesh-on-flesh, dick-on-dick contact was many times more intense than being rubbed against another penis through the barrier of clothing. This was so hot, so *raw*, so juicy; the wolf-cock's slit-mouth gaped wide as a burst of precum shot right through him and against the head of his friend's cock. Moments later the lust-drunk cock felt the other male's penis respond in kind, throbbing and spurting a smaller spurt of pre-seed against Derrick's head.

Caught up in the haze of lust, Derrick instinctively flexed his lips open and took a taste of Nathan's pre-seed. It wasn't quite as strong or salty as the flavor of his own pre, but there was something very erotic about tasting the sex of another person. Strange and foreign, unfamiliar and distinct; this was the first time he was actually with another person, and actually getting a taste of them made Derrick throb and spit up another healthy spurt of salty lupine slickness.

“Ahhh! H-haaAH!" Nathan was moaning aloud above him.

Derrick looked up as best he could, watching as his wolf-host went to town on Nathan's neck. It was even hotter than he had imagined it. The wolf's sharp teeth left red marks all down his friend's neck as he clamped his muzzle down on the vulnerable skin and bit, sucked, and licked his way all across it. The human was held tightly in place by the lean, muscled wolf, squirming as his neck was kissed. He shuddered, gasped and moaned, melting into the male werewolf's embrace like candle wax.

'Ohhh man, d-dude, f-fuck,' Derrick burbled, blinking as he felt his erect body twitch and loose another mouthful of wolf precum. 'You... you're really... having your way with him...'

'Mmmm, ohhhh yeah; don't think he's been with a guy before,' the werewolf said, thoughts dripping with predatory lust. 'Heh, don't worry; I'll be gentle! Mmmmm...'

The werewolf had worked his muzzle down to the top of Nathan's naked chest but twisted the human to the side with his strong hands and immediately reversed direction, gently biting Nathan's earlobe. The bite drew another shivering gasp from the young man; he moaned aloud yet again when the werewolf pressed his muzzle against the middle of the college boy's ear and drove his powerful tongue into the sensitive cavity. Nathan gave a wailing moan as the inside of his ear was mercilessly tongued, shaking and reflexively trying to escape the wolf's embrace. But the werewolf held him firmly in place.

Though he could just barely make out what was happening above him, Derrick's throbbing got even stronger as he stared at the spectacle. He'd never seen Nathan in such a disheveled state; he'd always seen him acting easygoing and confident. Watching him like this, hearing his gasps and moans as the wolf dominated him filled the cockified college boy with perverted pleasure. He was especially turned on when the costume slid a clawed hand down to squeeze Nathan's butt...

Another mind-searing throb made Derrick leap upward, precum squirting through him and out his mouth which such force it landed on Nathan's belly. He felt like he was going crazy from the sheer pleasure coursing through his erect wolf-cock of a body. Derrick again set eyes upon his friend's own hard, twitching, dick, throwing himself down and towards the other penis in his hunger for more stimulation. But with the way Nathan was twisting sideways they were too far apart.

'F-fuck!' Derrick groaned mentally. 'H-hey! Closer, need to be closer... push me against Nathan; push me against his dick!'

'Mmm, oh?' the wolf replied, pulling back from his licking and rolling his tongue around his dark lips. 'Starting to get into the swing of things, are we?'

'Ohhhh yes, fuck yes~!' Derrick thought, as he saw and felt the wolf's hand reach down and take hold of his firm midsection, covering his eyes with a thumb. He moaned again, much louder, as his hot, hard body was dragged forward and pressed back against his friend's penis. Excess precum drooled from Derrick's lips and all down the underside of his shaft. The wolf slapped his increasingly-slick body against the other cock and slid them together in a blissful duet of phallic twitches. Hugging Nathan around his hip, the costume pulled Nathan closer, until the full length and breath of their penises were pressed flush against each other. Derrick twitched like crazy as he felt his full, furry sack swing against his friend's smaller, hairy testicles.

“Hah, dude, don't press our balls together. That's gay," Nathan joked.

“Mmm, shit, sorry. Didn't mean to do anything gay, heh," the wolf replied, before saying to his person-penis, 'Mmm, I said you'd love it, Der-dick; was I wrong?'

'Awwaaahhhh~' Derrick could only gasp in response.

'Heh, thought so,' the wolf said, sounding very pleased with himself. 'Alright, enough appetizer, time for the main course!'

Derrick blinked precum off his eyes (thank goodness the salty-slick juice just kinda slid off his eye lenses) as he felt Nathan get dragged away from him. He watched as the wolf playfully but forcefully manhandled Nathan over towards the bed, pushing him down onto his belly.

“Woah, heh, hah-hngh-" Nathan groaned. “Man Derrick, I- I can't believe we're doing this. Fuck..."

“Yeah man, I know. This might sound weird but this costume makes me feel like a real wolf, heh," the? ? costume possessing Derrick said, giving the real Derrick the mental equivalent of a wink.

“Mmm, j-just go easy on me man," Nathan said. “I've never done this before."

'Ooh, called it! You're both buttsex virgins! Guess this will be a double kill!' the horny wolf joked to his dick before saying to Nathan, “Fuuuck, with an ass like that? I'm not even a fag but, fuck man, you've got the sweetest ass I've ever seen..."

Derrick barely heard. Stiffly bobbing up and down from the werewolf's crotch, he stared hard at his friend's rear. His muscled thighs; his perfectly toned and tight ass. 'Ohhhh fuckkk...' Derrick mentally moaned, a heavy twitch wracking his phallic form as he drank in the succulent sight of those smooth globes. 'Buhhh... basketball. He l-loves basketball,' Derrick managed to gurgle through the torrid lust.

'Mmmm... it certainly shows. He's got a fucking great ass,' the wolf replied, licking his chops. “Don't worry, Nathan. I'd hate to ruin such a perfect ass. I'll fuck you nice and slow..."

“Hahhh, yeahhh... do it!" Nathan panted.

Derrick's eyes went wide as he saw Nathan reach back with both hands and spread those delicious cheeks apart. Time seem to slow to a honey-trickle crawl as his friend's hole came into view. It was calling to him like siren song; the place where he was going to be going, spreading, filling, *fucking*...

'Alright cock...' The wolf's thoughts were urgent and strained from lust. He was almost as horny as his penis. 'Time to do your job... get that hole nice and lubed up for us.'

'Ahhhhhhh...' All Derrick could think about was Nathan's ass, his head slowly pounding with aroused need. He stared at his friend's tight hole the whole time he felt the werewolf drag him forward...

Closer and closer he came to the quivering anus, until finally his face-tip pressed against against the warm, musky flesh.

“P-plah!" Derrick was so aroused from kissing his Nathan's hole that the precum that spat from him had audible force. The weird spitting sound almost sounded like his own voice.

“Mmm, dude!" Nathan moaned, sounding a little weirded out but too horny to care.

Derrick shuddered, grateful that his friend didn't seem bothered because he was way too far to stop now. With his target in sight everything else in the world seemed inconsequential. He was a penis, and he had a tight warm hole to fill.

He felt the werewolf lift him up and drop him down on the bottom of Nathan's back, then drag his throbbing body between the valley formed by Nathan's buttcheeks. Around the halfway point, right when he was flexing himself down to kiss his friend's hole again Nathan squeezed his cheeks together. The sensation was electrifying for the wolf penis, feeling those tender mounds of flesh pressing all around his rock-hard spear of a body.

'Awwaaaah~!' Derrick gasped, throbbing so hard he almost slipped away from the buttcheeks hugging him.

“Oooh, Derrick likes!" the wolf costume huffed.

“Mmm... I bet you do," Nathan said, squeezing his muscly rear tighter around Derrick. He didn't seem to notice or care that the wolf had seemingly spoken in the third person.

It was getting quite difficult for Derrick to think or speak enveloped as he was in a torrent of sexual pleasure. Lustful instinct ruled his mind and involuntary movements his body. Precum continued to spurt from his mouth as he was driven back and forth through the cleft of Nathan's ass, making the valley wet with slippery slickness. Slowly the wolf adjusted his thrusting so that his Derrick-dick wasn't just sliding across Nathan's hole but towards it, against it. The cockified college boy blinked rapidly as he felt his face squish against the sweet tight folds of flesh that made up Nathan's anus, positioning his face-tip to strike it straight in the center.? ? The anus remained stubbornly closed at first. But with each prodding thrust it quivered and relaxed more and more...

Finally, Derrick felt and saw the tip of his pointed face catch on the relaxing folds of folds of flesh. The wolf pushed his head in up to the eyes as Nathan hissed a gasp, and the orifice abruptly squeezed down around the intruding penis.

'Oh fuck, it's happening. Ohhh fuck..!' Derrick moaned, throbbing heavily from feeling his body slowly squeeze into Nathan's tight anus.

The rest of his head was pushed into the tight, squeezing hole. True to his word the wolf was taking his sweet time with penetration. 'Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuuuuuckkKK!' the cockified college boy cursed, flexing his fully-erect form forward as much as he could. But there was only so much he could do with the limited movements he was capable of, the wolf was almost entirely in control.

The slow penetration was torturous pleasure. As more of Derrick entered his friend's butt, more of his sensitive body felt the hot, squeezing tightness of Nathan's anal tunnel. Derrick spat up precum like a fountain as his hard and throbbing body was gradually worked deeper and deeper inside. It felt incredible for the penis; all the previous stimulation naught but teasing compared to actually being inside another person. Being engulfed by the slick, velvety inner flesh of his friend's ass stimulated the sensitive, horny cock across every inch of his body.

'Ohmygod, ohmygod, I-I'm inside him-!' Derrick babbled.

'Ahh, yeah buddy, you are. Mmmm, congratulations, you're fucking a dude in the ass,' the werewolf replied.

'Oh, God!' Derrick cried out. His eyes flickered in the dark cavity, overwhelmed by the sexual stimulation and perverse joy.

“P-placCK-!" Another loud splurt of preseed spat from Derrick's mouth as he felt himself bottom out.

Being dragged backwards felt just as good as going in, the anal tunnel squeezing the wolf-cock the whole time. The motion reversed when most of his body was outside, thrusting Derrick back into the smothering pleasure. Then back in...

Back out...

In...

Throbbing.

Out...

In again...

Spurting.

Derrick was quickly driven delirious from the overwhelming stimulation, thoughts boiling away in his mind before they could form. The universe for Derrick shrank down to the simple, uncomplicated euphoria of sexual pleasure. He savored each squeeze from Nathan's ass, every mouthful of precum he produced without a worry in the world. Reflexively, he worked with the wolf's thrusting to push himself at just the right angle to penetrate the tight anal tunnel in smooth and continuous motions. He was so into the sweet ecstasy of fucking his friend's delicious butt could barely hear the growling, lust-soaked voice of his werewolf host as their movements grew faster and harder.

In, out, in, out; shivering, shuddering, slobbering, shaking, squirting!

The cock-boy was in a daze, the motions thrust him in and out of his friend's ass a powerful and passionate rhythm of slapping flesh. Harder, deeper, more and more intense...

*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*

Derrick could hear the sound of his bottom-base smacking against his friend's hole, but the feeling was kind of weird. He thought it was his balls at first, but no, those were much softer and well below that part of his grotesquely-altered body. This thing at the rear of his shaft-body feel bulbous and bloated; it was also really sensitive, sending shivers up through him as it whacked against Nathan's anus...

The thrusting suddenly stopped as the werewolf started to grind the swelling structure against his partner's hole. But even as slippery with precum as Nathan's anus was, the thing was too big to easily enter.

'Uhhhhwa-? W-hat the HELL is T-THAT!?' A confused Derrick cried out. Sparks of sharp stimulation shot through him as he felt the werewolf fight to get that part of him into Nathan's hole.

“UhHhhngh! D-dude... Derrick, what the hell is that!?" Nathan moaned shortly thereafter.

'Hnngh...' the wolf panted. 'It's, hmmmgh, my knot. *Your* knot. Hah, jeez, you don't know anything about wolf dicks? It's what, hahng, fattens up and ties you to, mmh, whoever you're fucking.'

'Oh, oh, w-what!?! *I* have *that!?*' Derrick stammered. Even through the heady haze of sexual euphoria he felt a sickening wave of horror. He hadn't realized just how *weird* and *bestial* of a cock he actually was. And there was no way that the werewolf was going to be able to explain away having an *actual* wolf cock with a *real* canine knot.

“Man, what- what's- what the fuck?" Nathan asked the distracted werewolf again.

“Relax..." The werewolf breathed. “Hahh... it's a, mmh, prosthetic... super realistic! Mmm, goes around your dick. Makes everything feel better..!" the wolf continued between pants, grinding the plump knot against Nathan's sensitive quivering hole.

“H-hah! Ohhh, fuck man, that is kinky!" Nathan said, laughing as he pushed his butt back against the lupine knot kissing his anus. The motion made a fresh burst of lupine precum spurt from Derrick's mouth to slobber into his friend's hot tight hole.

“Glad you like it, 'cause I'm, mmmh, going to bury it in your ass before I fill it with c-cum!" The werewolf growled, pulling his Derrick-cock back a bit before shoving him right back with a smack of the knot.

“Hhgh-!" Nathan groaned, apparently finding the concept very appealing in the heat of the moment.

Derrick, too, was enjoying the feeling of having the fat bulb of flesh that was the bottom of his body squeezed by his friend's buttcheeks. The turgid tissue was terrifically tender, having been packed away in his sheath most of the night and only now getting in on the action. His horror at discovering he had the knot was swiftly replaced by the desire to use it to its fullest. Knowing that it was going to swell up and lock him inside his friend's butt only added to the perverse thrill...

“Rrghhh!" the wolf growled, continuing to press the knot against Nathan's hole with shallow, shuddering thrusts.

“AhhhhhhhhHH~!" Nathan moaned, shivering as his anus was worked wide.

'C'mon... get in there! Hhngh, can't hold b-back much longer!' the werewolf said to his penis 'You b-better get inside quick!'

Caught between the lust-struck males, literally and figuratively, Derrick wiggled himself around as best he could in as he fought to work the last of his penile body past the tight anus. The throbs wracking his body were fast approaching apogee, the pleasure so intense that it was almost scary.? ?

'Uhhh... ahhhhHHhh... aaAhWwhhAAAAaaaa!' Derrick-dick mentally screamed, as he felt the straining hole start to stretch open...

*SCHLPTK-!*

...and at last his knot squeezed inside!

'AhHHHHHHHHhhHhHHnGH!' Derrick screamed

“MMmmmmmmhhhhhhh~!" Nathan moaned.

“GrrrrrRR!" the werewolf growled.

A magnificent sizzle of pleasure coursed through the wolf-cock as he felt his knot swiftly inflate to its full, glorious size, locking the cockified boy secure inside Nathan's clenching hole. The sensation of knotting Nathan's ass sent waves of euphoric pleasure crashing all throughout the cockified Derrick, filling him with the most incredible feeling of total, complete, perfect sexual ecstasy. The feeling was so good he started to cry, briefly surprised he still could in his current form.

He heard a muffled screaming moan as Nathan was brought to orgasm and felt the anal tunnel he occupied start convulsing around him.

'Haaaa-hng!' Derrick mentally moaned, a perverse thrill coming over him from knowing that *he* was responsible for that orgasm. He could feel his friend's pulsing prostate repeatedly smack him in the face-tip.

The feeling of his friend's prostate hammering the most sensitive part of his phallic body was what did it. He could feel it coming; he was going to cum.

The raw sexual pleasure Derrick felt was getting stronger by the second; impossibly, unreasonably, overwhelmingly intense. Powerful involuntary throbs rocked his tied body as his friend's butt continued to clench around him in orgasmic spasms; as violent as his throbbing was, the cock-boy's lupine phallus of a body was planted firmly in place by his inflated knot. In his engorged, tied condition, there was very little Derrick could do but mindlessly thrust his face against Nathan's prostate and surrender to the climax brewing inside him...

'Oh my God, I-I'm going to cum! I'm going to c-cum! I-I'm going to CUM!' Derrick screamed in this thoughts, tears pouring from his eyes as he felt his ballsack clench ominously...

He came.

The orgasm crashed over Derrick, through him, like a tsunami, his whole body nothing but a conduit for sexual pleasure in its purest and most distilled form. He felt his balls clench down *hard*, and suddenly thick liquid heat shot straight through the core of his body, his mouth gaping wide open as a mighty blast of wolf cum erupted from his lips..!

Cumming was such mind-blowing ecstasy, such head-pounding bliss, such supreme sexual satisfaction it blotted out most of Derrick's mind, overrode everything save the searing intensity of orgasmic ecstasy and the violent, primal urge to expel cum into the warm, tight hole he was knotted inside. But even small part of his mind not overwhelmed by the all-consuming sexual pleasure was taken along for the ride, reminding the wolf-cock that not only was he an ejaculating wolf-penis, he was cumming hard and deep into his best friend's ass. The lewd thought drove his please to even-greater heights.

While the first mighty splurt of his ejaculation was awesome, transcendental pleasure, the second was even better than the first. It was like he knew what to do now, what his true purpose was. Derrick-cock again throbbed inside his friend's tight anal passage as the ejaculation boiled up from his balls, blasting through his body and through his mouth in a glorious eruption of gooey sticky heat unimpeded by any lingering confusion or reluctance. The cock-boy feel deeper into the storm of ecstasy that was his orgasm, his every thought, every movement entirely focused on cumming harder and deeper into the tightness he was buried inside.

As his ejaculations continued, Derrick felt some of his mental faculties coming back online after being crashed by the overwhelming pleasure of cumming as a cock. He could hear the howling cry of his wolf costume owner, both in his mind and through the padding of the butt he was filling. He could taste the intense masculine musk of his wolf sperm, the seasoning of bitternerss and savory-saltiness in it. He could feel the sticky heat of his jelly-thick cum starting to splash back and cover him...

And he could feel how his altered internal anatomy worked, to a degree. The last few splurts of cum that he ejaculated weren't merely drawn from him by involuntary action, but actually spat out by Derrick in a very willing fashion as he worked with the coordinated contractions. The cock savored each clench of his sack, every throbbing splurt, each burst of ecstatic sexual pleasure.

Derrick was still throbbing well after the last of the massive load had shot from his mouth, spent dry but still cumming in heavy, heady twitches, rocking up and down inside the very sticky tunnel he had filled with his load.

Then, finally, it was over.

'Mmgh, bwaAAahhhhhhh...' Derrick groaned, utterly exhausted. He was completely immersed in his own cum. Thanks to his lupine knot, the vast majority of his expelled emissions were trapped securely inside Nathan's butt. He slowly blinked in the snug, heated, sticky darkness of Nathan's cum-packed anal tunnel, still slowly twitching up and down from the aftershocks of his titanic orgasm.

'Mmm... good cock~' the wolf breathed to Derrick.

Derrick shivered at the compliment. His blinking slowed, then stopped as he closed his eyes. Tired; he was *so* tired. The orgasm felt like it had drained every last bit of energy from him.

The wolf and Nathan were talking, but the effort of listening to their voices felt impossible to muster.

Derrick soon fell into a deep sleep.

****

Derrick awoke the next morning with a small hangover, still feeling quite sleepy. He blinked his bleary eyes open, noticing then that his pillow was awfully firm and jiggly. And sticky.

Pushing himself up on the bed was an enormous effort. Derrick rubbed his eyes and slowly started to remember what had happened last night. A surge of triumphant relief came over him as he held out his hands, thankful beyond words that he'd gotten his body back from the despicable wolf costume that had temporarily taken it over.

Derrick looked down and saw that his weird pillow had actually been Nathan's butt. Though his friend's hole was clenched tightly closed a small trickle of semen was still dripping from the cum-packed ass. A thick coating of dried cum covered every inch of skin below the anus, and the sheets behind Nathan's ass were damp and dark in a huge parabola of spent semen.

“Oh man... fuck..." Derrick said, his voice a hoarse and gravelly whisper. His mouth was parched dry, though strangely he could still vaguely taste the salty-bitter musk of wolf cum on his tongue.

More memories came back in a rush. The werewolf costume! The crazy, impossible transformation into a wolf penis! The night he spent with Nathan of all people... *inside* him, specifically. Did... did last night actually happen? Maybe someone had drugged him, or maybe he drank way more than he thought he did.

It was then that Derrick noticed his genitals felt... off. Weird. Different. Furry.

He looked down. A bush of dark grey fur covered his crotch, encircling a rather large endowment neatly packaged within an even furrier sheath. Two balls the side of nectarines dangled below his sheath in a sack covered in fine fur. Derrick couldn't see his actual penis at all but the feeling of having a member that was snugly packed away inside a warm furry sheath was surprisingly comfortable... and erotic.? ?

Derrick winced and grinned at the same time. He wondered if the time he'd spent turned into that very set of genitals had given him a strong affinity the reproductive system of a male wolf, because while he was a little horrified to discover he had the sexual anatomy of an animal he found the new gear to be very hot.

The young man crept off Nathan's bed, careful not to disturb his thoroughly-fucked friend. Derrick realized when he was standing off it that he needn't have bothered being cautious; the poor guy had pretty much been bred into a coma last night. Derrick couldn't help but stare at his friend's slowly oozing hole, feeling the most perverse sense of pride in knowing that he, personally, intimately had been responsible.

As satisfied as he was, he was also thankful the deviant gayness that had afflicted him upside-down hadn't clung to his reverted form. Derrick fondled his hefty furry package, daydreaming about what it would be like to knot his new cock inside a proper pussy. After what he'd been through the idea of talking to girls seemed very manageable. Maybe he would take the sinister wolf's advice and start going to the gym...

Derrick's train of through was stopped in its tracks by the realization that his bladder was feeling very, very full. Belatedly he recalled just how much beer had been deposited inside his stomach during the party.

He hastily threw on his jeans and his t-shirt- upset that the former had indeed been ripped in half by the jerk were-wolf- and made his way to the toilet.

Strangely as he approached the bathroom, Derrick felt the weirdest crawling sensation coming from his altered genitals.

Closing the door behind him, Derrick slid his pants down, took hold of the top of his sheath and slowly peeled the soft-furred cover down, uncovering the tip of his lupine penis...

...revealing a red-fleshed but distinctly wolflike muzzle, peacefully snoozing.

“Ohhh fuck..!" Derrick breathed, pulling more sheath down. The tip of his altered genitals was pointier and a lot more lupine, with larger and more triangular ear-nubs, but looked very much like he had the previous night. He gingerly squeezed the strange head of his transformed penis between his fingers, feeling the soft head squish down.

'Zzzzz~' With a bit of effort, Derrick could feel the other creature's thoughts in his mind.

“Fuck. Well, this is going to be weird," the college boy swore. The implications of having a cursed werewolf costume permanently bonded with his penis hadn't really set in yet, but there was another matter more pressing. He *really* needed to pee.

A devious smile arose on Derrick's face. He shuffled his way towards the toilet, putting the seat up. Then he took hold of his penis and pointed it down at the bowl.

His bladder was so full it took effort to hold it in so all Derrick had to do to start peeing was simply relax his pelvic muscles. Almost immediately, a strong stream of yellow urine began to shoot from the muzzle of his lupine penis.

“Ooohhhhhaaaaaaa~!" Derrick moaned with relief. Urinating with his transfigured penis felt ten times more pleasurable than it normally did.

'Grrr... rraaah? Whaaaat?' The cock slowly blinked its eyes open, looking down at the pulsing flow of piss coming from his mouth, and then up at Derrick. Confusion gave way to horror.

“Hey buddy, pal, friend! Wakey-wakey!" Derrick said to his pissing penis.

'NnnnNNNNGHHyyraaaaaaah~!' the wolf-dick shivered violently, splattering pee all over the seat of the toilet.

“Ahhhngh, oh man, all that teasing earlier and it turns out *you* were the one excited about this!" Derrick taunted the wolf-cock.

'Oh fuck you-!' the wolf growled. 'Oh God I can taste it! No! I'm *not* doing this!'

The eyes on the tip of Derrick's canine cock strained upward to try and meet the human's gaze, and the wolf briefly demonstrated his defiance by tensing up and shutting off the piss stream. But the demands of their bloated bladder and the fact that they had already begun to pee made this rebellion a very short lived one. The wolf-penis screwed his eyes shut as he lost control over himself, trembling as more squirts of urine burst from his lips and across the seat of the toilet. Derrick re-positioned his member as the flow started up again, this time grabbing hold of his wolf-penis with both hands to keep him pointed down at the bowl.

'Fuck... fuck!' the protesting penis cursed, eyes screwing shut as a steady stream of urine again flowed through him and out his muzzle.

The sensitive, ambulatory wolf-cock continued to quiver as all the beer he'd drank the night before was emptied through his body and out his mouth. As much as his new companion had tried to fight it, Derrick could feel sensual relief flooding through his lupine dick as they shared in the blissful experience. The sensitive passageway that ran through the penis sizzled with stimulation from the high pressure flow of urine, as did the wolf-cock's lips.

'Mmm, a good piss does feel good, doesn't it?' Derrick thought-spoke to his member.

'You… nngh, you're a sicko. Fucking, ahhhghr, pervert!' the wolf snapped back.

The flow of pee slowed to a trickle, then drops. Derrick gave one last sigh and shook his penis up and down to work the last bit out of his system.

'Nnngh!' the wolf-penis groaned as he was shook. Derrick could feel the wolf's thoughts burn with anger and shame. 'Alright buddy... just remember that if we're stuck together now, then there's a very good chance I'm gonna be in control again sometime later. So you best watch it!' the wolf warned.

“Gee, sounds like advice someone should have given you last night." Derrick replied.

The wolf was silent for a moment. “Hmpf. Okay, you know what? Point taken."

Derrick wrapped a wad of toilet paper up in his hand and went to work cleaning off the urine-splattered toilet. But the satisfaction of getting revenge on the werewolf and relieving himself in a most enjoyable fashion soon gave way to a nervous uncertainty.? ?

'Fuck man, I guess we're really stuck together after all. What are we going to do?' he said nervously, sufficiently anxious he spoke to his penis mentally. 'I don't know about you but I'm not exactly thrilled with this situation. I mean, yeah, having a wolf dick is, uh, kinda hot. But I can't live like this! And fuck; what am I going to say to Nathan!? He's going to think I'm gay! Is he going to want to, like, date or something? Fuck!'

'Easy there, partner,' the wolf replied. 'First, I think you'd be surprised by how many young men screw around without getting into anything weird and heavy. It can just be a one-time thing you never talk about again. You can keep screwing and keep it all on the down-low; friends-with-benefits. Your friend is a chill, easygoing kinda guy; I wouldn't worry about things between you two getting weird. Can you please wash my mouth out a little?'

'Okay,' Derrick said, feeling better already. He flushed the toilet and grabbed a fresh handful of toilet paper, getting it wet at the sink then dabbing it on the mouth of his lupine penis.

The wolf-cock bent down and smacked his vertical lips into the soggy toilet paper, sighing with relief as he got the pungent taste of piss off his tastebuds. 'Ahhh, thanks. Anyway, as nice as it is to not be forced back into hibernation I don't think this is gonna work out long term for either of us. A destabilized magic curse is dangerous and unpredictable. We're going to need to find a witch and get the curse fixed.'

'Uhhh,' the first thing to pop into Derrick's mind was that witches weren't real. He quickly corrected himself, his recent experiences putting to rest that idea. 'Where the heck are we going to find a witch? How?'

'I've got some ideas... never had the time to put them into action given how little time I had. It's not going to be easy though; they don't exactly announce themselves,' the wolf said. 'But we better do it.'

'Agreed,' Derrick said. As he did, a slightly devious thought came to him; maybe some of the wolf's nature already rubbing off on him. 'I guess we're partners now! Let's shake on it!'

'What-' the wolf began to say, before he felt Derrick's hand take hold of his shaft and give it a few vigorous strokes. 'Ahhhhheyy! Ohhh, man... that feels good! F-fuck...'

And thus began the questing of Derrick and the Wear-wolf. Their trials together were long and hard, requiring both of them to rise to the occasion and navigate their way through tight spaces. But the unlikely pair already felt they were ready for whatever was to come, no matter how sticky the situation!