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The man sat at his desk, going through some paperwork. The first week back from summer vacation was surreal at best. Since his transformation he'd been like the ever-ready bunny, fucking everything in site. The more he spent time in the throws of coitus the more it felt invigorating. Now he felt stifled. As much as he was enjoying the constant attention by all the male students in his classes including some of the females. Now he had to work on the tedious side of his job. The Assistant Professor the school had assigned to him hadn't arrived yet. So here he was, having to do the work normally assigned to his AP. And to top it off, his horniness level had been bothering him all morning. He had already gone to the lavatory twice to masturbate. It still left him in a highly agitated state. He was about to make a third trip when there was a knock on the door.

Meanwhile, standing out in the cold with a shovel in hand, Drake was waiting for someone to let him inside the building. He'd been clearing snow from the sidewalks for hours. "This is what I get for dreaming of a White Christmas," he muttered while trying to keep warm.

Back inside, the door to an office suddenly swung open. Standing in the doorway was a young man in his early twenties. "Professor Masterson, I was told by Dean Green to let you know he has a candidate for the AP position. "It's about fucking time!" he bellowed. His foul mood heighten by his lack of sex. "Why isn't he with you?" The youth cringed, but did not move from where he stood. Instead, he let out a sigh. It was in response to the heady scent permeating the room. With his eyes hazing over he spoke, "He's downstairs shoveling the sidewalks around the building." Philip looked out the window.

He spied a slender man standing just outside the entrance to the building. "Ummmmm.....this might turn out to be better than I thought.

Looking back, the young man standing just inside his office was beginning to rub his crotch. He smiled. "Richardson is it? The other man just let a moan. "Come in and close the door. I have some extra credit I want you to do for me."

Outside, Drake was to the point of freezing as he stopped waiting. "What could they possibly be doing?" he grumbled, "Oh well. Back to the bitter cold." He kept on shoveling snow, but the more he shoveled, the colder and deeper it got. Out of nowhere, a truck full of football jocks came driving by whooping for the upcoming winter game that was to happen soon. They drove close to the sidewalk and the road was already full of slush that some splashed onto Drake, who barely had enough time to avoid the dirty muck and the sliding truck. "Hey! Watch where you're going, you big palooka!" he shouted, "Geez, can't those knuckleheads think of anything but sports?"

Fifteen minutes later, the door to Masterson's office opened and a much improved Paul Richardson stepped out into the hallway. Standing and inch taller and 15 pounds of additional muscle heavier. The acne that covered his face replaced by flawless skin. Teeth that needed braces now movie star perfect. With one hand he adjusted his crotch. The one that now sported an eight inch cock. With the other, he wiped the residual cum from his mouth. A voice called out from within. "Find that student and send him to my office right away. Oh, and shut the door when you leave."

The young man did as he was told. He moved down the hall in a dazed state, with a loopy smile on his face. Students that he passed in the hall giving him strange looks. Downstairs, pushing the door open his taffy laced brain started to clear. Looking at a male with a snow shovel in his hand he called out, "Hey Thompson, Professor Masterson is looking for you."

"Is he now?" asked Drake as he came up foul tempered, wet and cold and then sneezed, "Well, I have a few choice words for you and him about leaving me out in the cold like that. Why didn't you let me in after you told him about me? Did you lose your way down or something?" The young man was too frozen and too mad to notice Paul's physical change. "Well, haven't you anything to say? Hmmm?" huffed Drake angrily.

The other man looked at him as if he was somewhere else. "Oh yeah, sorry bout that. I had something important to do" he spoke in a flat other worldly voice. His eyes still a bit unfocused, he walked away down the sidewalk, one hand on his head.

"Sheesh," grumbled Drake as he walked inside with his boots sloshing wet snow onto the floor while returning the shovel to the janitor's closet. "I'd better be paid overtime for this," he muttered as he closed the door and went up to the office of his professor. He knocked first and waited. Even though he was indoors, Drake still felt the cold winter getting to him and he need for something to help thaw him out.

Down the hall, the door to the teacher's lounge opened. Out stepped a man that looked to be in his late twenties. His dress shirt and tie did nothing to hide the heavily muscled body underneath, not to mention the python he had stuffed into his slacks. As he approached he had a ruddy flushed look to his complexion. "I assume your Mr. Thompson?" he didn't allow the other man a chance to respond. He pushed past him and entered his office. He turned, "come in, come in. I haven't got all day" he said as he continued on into his office, stopping at the water cooler to down several paper cups of water.

"Hey! What's the rush!" snapped Drake, "Yes, I'm Drake Thompson, and who, may I ask, are you?" He was about to continue his rant when he turned his head and coughed. "Sorry, I've been shoveling the snow for hours, as well as being splashed with muddy slush from some empty-headed jocks who've got nothing better to do than get drunk and crash into a snow bank," grumbled Drake, "Now, do you have anything wa... wa... warm- ACHOO!"

Philip returned to his chair and sat down. He watched the young man go on about the bad day he was having. All of that become background noise. What he was more interested in was what did this guy look like out of his clothes.

Of course the way he was now, any guy with a pulse would do. But he did enjoy finding and bedding only the best. Hell, he even screwed several of the young hot coeds on campus which he enjoyed immensely. Women seemed less affected by his scent but the ones that were, made for some wonderful sex. He let out a sigh, reached back onto his sideboard for a box of Kleenex. "Here" he said as he tossed it at the man. "Take a seat and let's talk about the assistant position."

"Sure," sniffled Drake as he slipped out of his wet jacket and hung it over the back of his chair before sitting down to blow his nose, which was now as red as a cherry. "But like I said, I was outside shoveling snow all afternoon. The groundskeeper called in sick so I took his place," said the young man with a soft voice, which felt raw after a couple of coughs, "Sorry. I'm afraid this hasn't been one of my best days."

Philip didn't respond. He was too busy sizing up the guy. He was finding him attractive, but first he needed to see if he would be willing to take on the AP position. "No, no, no, that's fine. We all have bad days now and then. Let's talk about you working as my AP. I had a chance to look over your resume online. I think you will do fine in the position. When can you start?

Despite having a possible cold, this was Drake's one chance at the one position he had been working to achieve. "Well, how soon do you need me because I'm willing to start now or tomorrow," said Drake but then he grabbed another tissue as he let out another sneeze, "Excuse me. Got any hot chocolate?"

Philip chuckled. "I don't think that will be necessary. It's Friday. Take the weekend off and get better. I don't think having a walking germ factory would bode well with the rest of staff, not to mention the other students." He stood up and moved around the desk to stand over the younger man. Without even thinking his body began to emit a wave of pheromones into the room. He could feel his 'other' wanting to come out and play.

"Thanks," said Drake blowing into his tissue, "Now, about that hot chocolate? You know where I can find one?" He stood up, unaware of the pheromones and he sneezed into another tissue when he breathed them in. "I think I'd better go," he said, "I don't want you to catch my cold."

"Nonsense. I take my vitamin C daily so don't worry about me. Come on, I'll buy you a hot chocolate and then I'll walk you back to your dorm room. Can't have my new assistant start his job not feeling his best.

"Thanks," said Drake as he checked his jacket, "Darn it! It's still soaked. I can't go out soaking wet. I'll freeze to death!" He growled angrily, "Darn those stupid jocks for being sport focused!"

The other man turned and opened his closet. Pulling out a fur lined parka. "Here, you can wear my jacket."

"Thanks," said Drake as he slipped it on and sighed, "Ah... Now this is more like it." He walked over to a mirror humming a small tune. "You must have been a beautiful baby," sang Drake softly while striking a pose and chuckled, "It's perfect. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Come on let's get going. I have an appointment later that I don't want to miss." Philip turned and opened the door, holding it open.

"Appointment? What appointment?" asked Drake as they walked out of the room, "And by the way, what were you and Paul doing while I was outside shoveling till my limbs fell off?"

The older man gave him a smile. "Oh nothing of any importance. You'll find I like to keep a close tabs on all my students. I'm very involved in their mental well being. You'll find out when you start working for me." As the two walked towards the building's exit he realized he had been emitting his scent. "Ummm, why hasn't he started to react to my 'charms?'

"So, what about you?" asked Drake, "Did you have anyone to help you out with any stress or mental wellness before me?" He knew the professor was hiding something, but he would find out in time one way or the other.

Without missing a step or looking at him he said, "Me? Ha, ha, ha.....no, frankly I'm happy and content with my life. I don't need someone else to tell me that."

They rounded the corner to where Frankie's, a local bar and grill stood just off campus.

"A bar? I thought you were taking me for hot chocolate?" asked Drake raising an eyebrow at the professor, "Oh well, I suppose a good hot meal is in order too." He felt his stomach growl loudly and he blushed. "And not to mention I forgot to eat lunch," he said bashfully.

"Well then, it's fortuitous that we ended up here. Come on, let's go in, shall we." The pair walked in and within a minute or so was seated in the back in a red leather lined booth.

Drake kept on the coat for he was still slightly cold from his small fever and ordered some chicken noodle soup and a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows.

As the two sat there another young man, who looked like an underwear model, appeared at their table. "Professor. I'm happy to see you. Are we still on for later this evening?" Philip held out his arm and placed it on the young man's thigh. "James. Oh yes, I'll see you at six. Now go, I'm here with my new AP." James placed his hand on his teacher's shoulder and squeezed it. "Wonderful. Can't wait for our session." He turned his head to look over Drake. He gave him a megawatt smile, then walked away.

"Session?" asked Drake raising an eyebrow, "Okay, James Bond, what're you really up to? That guy seemed to be onto you like a leech for some reason. And if you won't tell me, then I'll just find out for myself." He got up to use the restroom, but little did he know, the very same group of jocks that splashed him earlier had just entered the bar and were giving sinister smiles as they saw Drake and thought it was a good chance to get back at him for yelling at them.

A smile crept across his face from the reaction of the other man. "Whatever do you mean? He's one of my students that I'm taking time to tutor him. By the way, that's something you'll be aiding me in doing." As Drake make a beeline to the bathroom, it allowed Philip to notice a group of young men that had entered the restaurant. "Ummm.......now there's some nice looking colts ripe for the taking." He rubbed his hand over the expanding bulge in his slacks.

The group leader told the others to wait at the bar while he went into the bathroom for Drake. The others just chuckled when after 15 seconds, a scream could be heard and the men's room door opened to show Drake hitting the top jock with a toilet plunger. "You beast! You cad! It's getting so a sick man can't go to the bathroom alone without you football mashers getting fresh!" he growled as he angrily thwacked the football player. "I'm sorry!" whimpered the jock as he made an escape attempt and told the others they were leaving. They were about to object when they saw Drake with the toilet plunger and made a beeline for the door. "And don't let me catch you causing trouble again!" yelled Drake and he muttered, "Jerks! That'll teach them not to mess with me."

Philip sat there and watch the little drama play out in front of him. He let out a small sigh. He really was hoping to get a crack at some of those young virile bodies. "Oh well" he thought. He did find his new assistant's boisterous display quite thrilling.

Drake walked back to the table after putting away the plunger. "Sorry about that," he said, "One of the football players tried to grab my ass while I was washing my hands. And I don't take too kindly to perverts like them. They think they can run everyone's life. Well, here's one rebel they didn't count on." He sipped his hot chocolate and set it down. "Now, about that love circle with you and the waiter," he said, "That wouldn't happen to involve the same thing you did to Paul, would it? The one that caused my cold? Because if so, Buster you have some explaining to do!"

The older man leaned forward, his meaty forearms resting on the table. "Let's set the ground rules here and now Mr. Thompson. My job is to make sure you do your job. As my assistant, the only thing you need to be concerned about is monitoring my classes, assist in grading my students and on those rare occasions give a lecture and run a class when I'm occupied elsewhere, do I make myself clear." The tone in his voice did not allow this to be a point of discussion.

"Perfectly," said Drake, "On one condition, you give me your full and unwavering honesty... as well as me making sure you're there for your students. Most of them come to see you teach. Me? I'm just the new guy they hardly know. Either way, it's a win win."

Philip let out a laugh. "Well it should be an interesting semester I must say." Just as he finished his comment." Without further comment he dug into his Caesar salad. They sat there in silence for the next ten minutes.

"Oh, by the way. I'll need you to be at my morning lecture tomorrow no later than 8:30 am. I have a class at nine, and I'll need your assistance in getting ready for it." Without comment, he stepped out of the booth. He stood there for a moment looking at Drake. He tossed some bills on the linen covered table. "Don't forget, 8:30 sharp!" He turned and strode silently out of the restaurant, disappearing into the throng of students and faculty.

Drake nodded, but he stayed and tried to follow the professor. "What're you hiding, James Bond?" he thought softly still keeping an eye on Philip.

The man walked out of the restaurant into the darkening skies of early evening. He left his car in the parking lot. He continued down the sidewalk where he stopped at the corner, waiting for traffic to clear. With his superior senses, he could hear the footsteps of someone following.

Sniffing the air, he knew immediately who it was. A satisfied smile came over his face. Crossing the street he spied a taxi parked at the curb. He got into the back seat. "235 Elm, and make it quick." The cab pulled quickly away from the curb.

The Next Morning:

Drake grumbled when he saw the taxi pull out. He sneezed as he walked back to the dorm. The next morning, he thought it best to arrive at 8 am. "This time, I'll get the drop on him for sure," he thought. He looked inside the office, no one was there. He quickly ran to the lab. "So, Dr. Jekyll, this is where you spend most of your time?" thought Drake looking around. But then he sneezed and it caused him to hit his head on the door and it slammed shut. "Oh no!" he gasped. He tried to open it but it was locked! "I'm trapped!" he gulped, "Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Drake."

Professor Masterson walked briskly towards his second floor office. He needed to pick up his notes for the lecture. But he still needed to check on some things in the lab.

Grabbing his notes and outline, he proceeded towards the lab. pulling out his keys he inserted it in the lock. Pushing the door in he turned on the lights. Walking over to the walk in freezer, he opened the door. Inside, trays of sealed beakers sat on multiple shelves.

He pulled one beaker marked 'Siberian Tiger'. He rolled it around in his hand. Muttering under his breath, he said, "Yes, this one will do nicely." He closed the freezer door, placing the glass container in his lab coat pocket. He opened the door to exit when the phone rang. Walking over to the wall phone near the windows he picked it up, his back to the door.

Drake had hid inside a broom closet that was conveniently next to the door and he could have made his escape unnoticed if his foot hadn't got caught inside a bucket, tripped over a mop and toppled out into the hall before landing head first into a waist basket in Professor Masterson's trashcan. "Why does it always have to be me?" groaned the young man as he kicked the bucket off his foot and brushed himself off.

Philip heard the commotion out in the hall but didn't turn around to look. He continued with his conversation. He knew who it was. He didn't want to embarrass his new AP on his first day. Even though the other person on the line had hung up, he pretended to act as if they were still engaged in conversation.

Drake muttered as he hid the bucket and he rushed over to the bathroom to make himself more presentable but then he sneezed again. "I still have that darn cold," he muttered, "Oh well. With any luck, it'll probably be something small like grading papers and such."

Once Drake had left, Philip hung up the phone, turned out the lights, locked the door and headed over to where his students were waiting. Walking into the classroom he noticed Drake had already arrived.

Looking out at the throng of students who were getting out their laptops and notebooks he spied James in the front row. The results of their 'tutoring' session seemed to have helped. The polo shirt he had on seemed to fit him a bit too snug. Not to mention his hair had grown longer and its color had gone from a muddy brown to a shimmering mahogany.

He finally turned to look at Drake. "Well, it's nice to see someone who values being punctual. I hope you didn't have any difficulties finding your way here?" It took everything to keep him from belting out a laugh.

"I may have a cold, but I wasn't gonna miss my first day- achoo!" he sneezed into a handkerchief and James just grimaced. "Sir? What's this loser doing here?" he asked, "Shouldn't he be in bed if he's sick?" Drake perked his head up and was about to answer back when he remembered he was in class and didn't want to lose his job on the first day.

Philip turned and gave the man a stern look. "That's none of your concern Mr. Smith!" The young man looked down and sort of cowered in his seat. He then handed Drake a paper containing students names and asked him to call roll. "When your done doing that, please setup the audio visual machine so we can show the class a thirty minute video on DNA splicing. I'll be back before it ends. Oh, and Mr. Thompson, please try not to knock anything over while I'm gone." He turned and walked out of the room. The sound of lyrical laughter floated into the air.

Drake froze at the last statement. Did he know? While setting up the visual equipment, James glared at Drake. "Hey, bozo," he whispered, "If you're thinking that the professor will include you in the private sessions, forget it. You're not worth it." The new AP felt hurt but he continued on like he didn't hear anything.

Philip returned to the classroom just as the video ended. As the lights came back on he reminded his students that a test on it would be given at the end of the week. "Drake, would you go ahead and hand these outlines to all the students before they leave. When your finished, close up the room and see me in my lab."

"Yes sir," said Drake as he received the papers. The lab? Did he find out? Was he gonna be fired? Drake was too busy thinking to notice James had stuck his leg out and down went Drake with papers flying everywhere. He tried to gather them up but the class wouldn't stop laughing at him. Once he gathered them up, he felt ready to punch James in the nose, but he held off... for now. When the class was emptying out, Drake saw James flirting with some girls. James was about to ask one of them out when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was met with a hard punch in the face. "That's for disrupting the class," growled Drake. James covered his face. He had a crooked nose and he had chipped a tooth as well. He hurried past Philip muttering, "That guy is nuts!" Drake smiled. "Never underestimate the little guy," he thought feeling proud of himself.

Philip was sitting in his lab, looking over some slide samples. In the background a sample rotator was humming as it mixed several glass tubes. While waiting for his AP, James had stopped by and complained to him about what he had done back in the classroom.

Due to his new and improved DNA upgrade, the bruises on his face and the damage to his teeth were already repairing themselves. The professor chastised him for acting so rash. Sending him on his way he now waited for his AP to arrive. A beep went off behind him, informing him the rotator was finished. Just then the door to his lab opened.

Drake stepped in holding the bucket from the broom closet behind his back. "You wanted to see me?" he asked nervously as he dropped the bucket behind him in the closet.

“Ah, Mr. Thompson, so glad you were able to make it back from your little interaction with Mr. Smith. I apologize for Mr. Smith's behavior. You see, he was my AP before you came along. I had to relieve him of the position when he became a bit 'unsettled'."

"Unsettled?" asked Drake when he started coughing. His cold, despite being fought back this morning, was making a come back and it seemed to be much worse as the young man haunched over like he was a cat hacking up a hairball.

"Oh dear, you don't look good. I have the perfect remedy for what ails you." Moving quickly, Philip pulled a syringe from his coat pocket and without uttering a word, jammed it into Drake's shoulder. The purple liquid being pushed deep inside his deltoid muscle. "They now, you should be feeling much better in no time."

Drake yelped as he felt the prick in his skin and he breathed slowly to calm himself. "How... How did you get that fixed so fast?" he asked, "Is it some sort of new cough medicine?" He moved to a chair as he shivered feeling slightly cold. What he wouldn't give for something warm to wrap himself in.

Philip knew the rewriting of his DNA had already started. By morning his cold would be gone. In fact his whole immune system would be running on overdrive, including his five senses. His physical strength would begin to increase, as well as his bone density and the ability to repair his body from any damage and injury he might incur.

"Is it just me or is it chilly in here?" asked Drake as he felt dizzy and the room was spinning, but then he felt firm, but gentle arms pick him up and hold him close. The boy sighed as he felt comforted by this new warmth. It felt right somehow and he wrapped his arms around whoever was carrying him.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't scare you too much. The shot I gave you is sort of a super cocktail of enzymes that will relieve you of that nasty cold."

"Well, I'm glad to know you care about my well being," said Drake as he felt his sinuses clear up and his sniffed the air, "Hey, it really works. What did you mix anyway?"

"Oh just a little cocktail of things I whipped up in the lab. Trust me, your going to be feeling like a new man very soon."

Indeed it did as Drake felt himself grow more bulkier than his already slim, athletic body and he felt something grow tight inside his pants near his crotch area. "Is that what it's supposed to do?" asked Drake nervously as he felt a little warm in his clothes.

Philip sat and watched as the already handsome man began to slowly change. His clothes were already growing tight against his growing physic. Phase one was well on its way to completion.

"I... I think I feel a little dizzy," said Drake as he was set down upon his feet and he leaned against a table for balance as his crotch was straining now.

Much like a cocoon, the young man's transformation began to slow down. Where once was a slender and soft body now had become something more. Hard sinuous muscle covered with a network of vascular veins. What was short was now tall. What was average was now intense. What was mundane was now exceptional.

Philip stood up and moved to stand over his newest creation. Reaching down, he slipped his hand under Drake's chin. Turning it to the light the man's feature were nothing short of breathtaking. It was still his face. But a face that had all its imperfections erased, leaving only the perfection that was hidden underneath.

"Professor," panted Drake softly as he rested his hands on Philip's shoulders for support, "I... I think I need to lay down somewhere... I feel like the room's spinning." He rested his head on the professor's shoulder taking in his scent which felt comforting and safe.

Philip lifted him and carried him out of the lab, down the hall to where the teacher's lounge. Carefully he placed him on the sofa. Slowly he began to remove his clothing. Not that he would ever be able to wear them again.

He watched as the last of his improvements appeared. From his thick neck to his improved delts, tri's and bi's, along with a roadmap of vascularity. A full round dense chest covered in a smattering of hair. Thick loaves of abdominals with nary a trace of fat. Large muscular quads with calves to match. Made for running and climbing.

Most prominent was the long girthy cock that fell over a set of plum sized balls. Deep in the realm of dreams, he marveled at his muscles as they twisted and popped. His body reacting to his nocturnal thoughts.

"Professor... You know I never knew just how kind you've been to me when no one else was," said Drake softly as he lay on the sofa, not even caring if he was naked. It felt good to stretch his new body and he felt his own cock grow hard.

"No need to worry about anything my boy. You just sleep and take it easy." Philip walked to a closet. Opening it, he pulled out a blanket used in emergencies. He walked back and placed it over the man's body. "I don't want you to worry about anything. Just close your eyes and sleep."

He turned and walked to the door. Looking back, he smiled. Then he turned off the lights and closed the door.

"Wait," whimpered Drake, "Don't go... I don't want to be alone." He couldn't explain why he felt this way, but ever since he met the professor, Drake was always so fascinated about him. "I need to know what it is you're not telling me," he said softly.

Philip walked back to where the young man was laying on the couch. He leaned down and gave him a kiss on the lips. "I'll be back later. Close your eyes and get some rest. Your going to need it."

Drake went wide-eyed as the professor kissed him, but he didn't pull away as he tilted his head to deepen it before the professor pulled away. Pulling up the blanket, Drake yawned and the moment he closed his eyes, his mind was suddenly, full of trees and there was a low growl, almost like a feline. Up ahead was a stream and he went over to it. He looked down at the water's surface and he thought he was looking at someone in a mask, but what he saw was a tiger staring right back at him.

Several Hours Later……….

The door opened slowly. A nude form moved silently to where Drake was laying on the sofa. He leaned down as he brought his face to his ear. "Time to wake my beautiful pet." A clawed finger traced itself from his jaw to his chin. then to his muscled chest as its sharpened point ran across his skin to his stiff nipple. It circled around his nipple, stimulated his sensitive areola.

Drake moaned from the touch as his eyes fluttered open slowly. The room was still dark and Drake could hardly see but then his eyes shot open when he saw a big, hairy man with bright eyes and some long claws. He shot up in fright. "Who are you?" he gasped keeping the blanket over his crotch, "What have you done with Professor Masterson?" But then he looked down at his own hands and gasped at the sight of claws on his fingertips. "What's happening to me?" he said growing more scared by the minute.

"Ummmmm.....just what I expected that's all." The wolf man pulled the blanket off of the other male. Gazing over the changes to Drake, he revel in how well the formula had worked his magic.

"Hey!" snapped Drake pulling the blanket up, "Just who do you think you are, Buster? And I ask again, what have you done with Professor Philip Masterson?" He kept the blanket around his body and he tried looking around for a light switch.

The wolf man smiled in response to his student's behavior. "Calm down Drake. Take a deep breath in. What do you smell?"

Drake calmed down and smelled the air. He thought he caught a whiff of cologne. The same kind that the professor would wear. "Professor? Is that you?" asked Drake stepping closer to the wolf man seeing behind the wolf features and he gasped softly as he reached a hand up to feel the professor's face. "But... How is this possible?"

"The miracle of modern science my boy. That injection I gave you had a little more than some harmless vitamins.? Come, take my hand. Let's see how you turned out."

The young man took a deep breath and took hold of the wolf man's hand. "This... This is all so new to me," said Drake, "Is this why you've never had a serious relationship or do you just go and play around with every Tom, Dick and Harry?"

He led his new creation to the other side of the room. "Stand here and don't move." Suddenly the lights came on. Staring back at Drake was a image in a full length wall mirror. "So, how do you like the new you?"

Drake gasped as he let the blanket fall and there was a hint of stripes on his side and arms. His slim body was much bigger than it had been and his cock was standing at attention. "I barely even recognize myself," he said before turning to his professor, "Why did you change me? Out of all the people on campus, why focus on me the most?"

"I didn't need a reason. When I see something that tickles my fancy I go after it. And let's face it, You do make for one sexy Weretiger. Don't you think?"

"True... but the one question that has me concerned is... do you have feelings for me?" asked Drake as he stepped closer to his wolf professor.

The canine cocked his head to give him a puzzled look. "Now let me see. Feelings, ummm." The werewolf stepped up behind his protege. "Let's just say for now, I certainly have some fun ideas rolling around in my head that you just might find.........beguiling"? Ha, ha, ha.

Drake sighed and then turned to face the teacher. "Does anyone else know about what you've become? The dean?" he asked softly, "To be honest, I've started to have... personal feelings for you."

A sly smile crept across the were's face. "Part of that of course is the formula that was injected into your blood. The other is the cat DNA you now have spliced with your human DNA. Either way, you'll find your new form quite pleasing."

"And will you show me all the perks to being top cat?" asked Drake as his hand slowly explored the professor's broad chest.

Philip grabbed the were's arm and pulled him tightly to him. Leaning in he began to lick the cat's throat, dampening his fur. With his other hand he placed it on Drake's sheathed cock.

The student moaned as he found himself being pushed up against the sofa he was on earlier and he lay on his back as his professor took control. Drake panted as his own cock throbbed. "Pro... Professor... Can... Can I call you by your f-f-first name?" whimpered the tiger.

The wolf looked down at his protege. "For now you will call me 'master'. You'll have to prove your worth to me to be allowed to call me anything else."

He straddled over Drake's body, his crotch pressing against his.

"Do I even have to prove the right to call you 'my love'?" purred Drake softly before mewing softly from the pressure of both cocks pressing together.

Philip's cock slid from his sheath as his sexual desire grew. A bit of precum dribbled from his tip as his knot made its presence. He grabbed the cat's hips to roll them forward, lining his cock up with his anus.

Drake arched his back gripping the sofa beneath him as he felt the tip of his master's cock touch his hole. "Master... please be gentle with me," whimpered the tiger, "This is my first time... and I'm scared." He looked up into the wolf's eyes hoping to catch some glimpse of compassion in this moment of heat.

Philip pushed the feline's body until his anus was exposed. Lining up his wolf cock he slid in without warning, stopping at his knot. He gave Drake a minute or two to get used to his bloated shaft before going any farther.

The tiger gasped and clinched the fabric beneath him as he felt his insides hug around the intruding rode, feeling every vein and every pulse as it slid in.

Knowing that his protege was ready and with a heavy grunt, he pushed hard as his fulsome knot pushed past the cat's expanding anal ring.

Drake moaned and his own cock was growing hard and dribbling pre onto his six pack. Along his skin, the student could see fur was growing thicker and more stripes could be seen.

The wolf began to piston deeply inside his creation. Pre began to leak from his cock as it was quickly absorbed into his rectum. Slight changes began to happen. Where there was thin spots in his fur, filled in and became fuller and thicker. His body began to full out, as added muscle tissue was added to his form.

"So... big... Kiss... Please?" moaned Drake as he was completely lost in pleasure. The change had left his mind so hazy that he couldn't form a proper sentence and his own cock throbbed every time Philip would push inside him.

Philip reached in with his torso and head and gave Drake a deep lustful kiss. Lengthening tongue entwining as they kissed deeply and passionately. He could feel his impending orgasm as began to spread from his groin to the tip of his cock.

Drake leaned up into the kiss wrapping his arms around the teacher's neck and entwining his legs around the wolf's waist. He wanted to stay close to his professor no matter what and he was careful not to hurt Philip with his brand new claws.

The two weres pulled each other closer as they grew nearer to their mutual coitus. The friction of his cock against the tiger's anal walls caused continued pleasure to the wolf.

The tiger was panting and out of instinct, it bit into the wolf's shoulder as he felt ready to be bred. He had heard of animals giving love bites but he didn't think he'd be one of them.

Philip howled when he felt the feline bite into his neck. It wasn't out of pain but the pleasure of mating his Omega. The shock of the bite caused him to ejaculate into the cat. Squirt after squirt of wolf cum filled the bowels of his lover.

Drake panted and then licked the bite. "Did... Did I hurt you?" asked the feline as he nuzzled the wolf while purring.

"I must say, that was one enthusiastic fuck session." Philip said as he pulled out of his lover, a stream of semen flowed onto the cushion. He stepped away and stood, looking over the new and improved werecat. The bite on his shoulder already knitting up and healing completely.

Drake grinned. "Well, two can play at this game," he said as he leaped onto his feet and pounced upon the professor kissing him deeply. "Now, it's my turn, puppy dog," he growled as he licked along the wolf's shoulder.

The sandpaper tongue against his fur lit up Philip's senses. Pushing the feline away, he fell to the floor. Down on all fours he placed his chest against the floor while he hiked up his ass.

The tiger growled and he smiled showing his fangs. "Beg for it, puppy," purred Drake as he reached down to lightly brush a finger along the outside of the werewolf's puckered hole, "Beg for it like a good werewolf."

The wolf smiled. He knew he had created a proper thrall. "Ok my little pet. Show me what you got!"

"You asked for it," growled the tiger as he aimed his barbed cock and rammed it deep into Philip's tight hole, "So tight! Your first time bottoming?"

The wolf let out a deep growl. The pressure of the cock filling how hole caused him to dribble pre from his tip. Philip pushed against the feline, making his cock tap against his prostate.

Drake growled as he gripped both hips of the wolf's hips and pushed his cock deeper inside before pulling out just to the tip before ramming it back in again.

His eyes screwed tight, Philip enjoyed the pleasure of his partner as his cock thrusted over and over, tapping it against his prostate.

Drake leaned forward to nibble at the wolf's ear. "Does my puppy want it fast and ruff? Or slow to purrrfection?" he whispered giving a slow hump into Philip's hole but slammed it back in.

"Is that all you got cat? I'm disappointed."

The tiger growled as he bit down hard on the wolf's shoulder and reached under him to squeeze Philip's cock. "I'm just getting started," growled Drake as he humped harder, deeper, and faster.

With his forearms on the tiles floor and his head buried in his chest he let out a growl at the hand against his prick.

"I want you to cum with me," growled Drake, "And I'm definitely getting close to the finish line."

Drake uttered what Philip was feeling. Between the hand grasping his cock and the other up his rectum he was feeling his impending orgasm.

With his mouth open and his cock ready to erupt, the tiger bit down hard into Philip's neck as he pushed his cock all the way in and started to fill the teacher with every last drop of tiger cum he could offer.

Once his protege erupted in orgasm, he too felt his own sweep through his body. His cock erupted in a fountain of hot sticky cream. Filling the floor with a pool of life creating semen.

Drake released his bite and lay atop of the wolf's back before slowly pulling out and lay facing up at the werewolf. "Is... Is this what love feels like?" panted the tiger softly.

Philip let out a laugh. "We'll kid, if it's not love, it's at least the beginning of a beautiful friendship." The werewolf began to shift back into his human form. "Come on, let's get cleaned up. I'll show you how to transform from human to were and back again.".

The tiger smiled as he stood up with Philip and kissed him. "I want us more to be than just friends now that I've met the real you," said Drake as he held the teacher's hand, "I love you."

“And I you. Now we have work to do. We need to add more to our ranks." Philip pressed his lips to the cat as he gave him a passionate kiss. He took Drake by the hand and led him from the room.