An elevator to the moon
Taking a break from the Sinful Wolves series. Here's a short werewolf story idea that popped through my head when taking the elevator recently. Hope you enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: the ending could seem crude, so you don't have to read it. Perhaps you'll enjoy more the story if you don't.
An elevator to the moon
By Reaping
An execrable day at work had left Jim infuriated. On account of his seniority at work, the manager on vacation had granted him and another colleague with the temporary "assistant manager" titles. Since his partner wasn't there on week-ends, this lead to have the rest of the employees to run at him whenever something went wrong... and sometimes even when nothing was wrong.
A customer had lost its keys; a kid had barfed in Aisle 2; Sandra was running late; an employee nagged for its lunch hour; a toilet was clogged... The list went on and on and that was not even considering the additional tasks the manager had left him to do. In the end, Jim went back home at a slow drained pace, like his life-force had been gradually siphoned all through the day.
Jim finally arrived at the apartment block where he lived. The place erected like a tower, with all 50 floors of it. He's managed to rent out a place on the 47th floor with two of his friends. The sun was shining down, the week-end closing on Sunday night before college class hit up on Monday morning.
In opposition to the settling sun, a rising full moon slowly climbed its way in the darkening skies. A fresh breeze softly hit his tired self like a relieving reward after the busy week-end. At least, the second assistant manager will take the relay in the next few days. He was not against a little break from work.
Jim used his key to open the strong electric door at the bottom of the tower. A buzzer resonated and the door opened in a cold welcoming manner. The hit of AC soothed the young man. Sweat was dripping off his short dark brown hair and despite the use of deodorant this morning, Jim believed he must have reeked under his clothes.
Jim walked with a slow pace toward the elevator. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the long corridors devoid of colour, walls painted as coldly as ice. The buzzing of bright white lights reflected on the silent walls like a swarm of dangerous bees lurking invisibly. The bleakness of the tower's entrance was at least counterbalanced by the friendlier corridors the further up you climbed the floors.
In front of the elevator, Jim pressed the "Up" switch, which illuminated with a bright ruby red colour. Waiting for the elevator to reach the main floor, Jim studied himself. The metallic doors of the newly changed elevator reflected his body like a mirror. The grease in his previously-spikelike-hair had faded. The hair now fell flat on his head. The white button-shirt he put this morning had stains appearing under his armpits. Under his dark jeans, he could feel the boxer-briefs digging between his asscheeks with the sweat.
"A good shower and everything will be fine." He encouraged himself, watching the needle above the elevator finally pointing the first floor with the awaited "ding".
Jim went for the elevator when the recurring buzzer of the entrance resounded behind him. Halfway in, Jim turned around and noticed a guy running toward him, crying out a loud "WAIT!". As the door of the small cabin were about to close, Jim furtively pressed on the "open doors" button to give the running man enough time to reach the elevator.
"Th- Thanks, man..." The stranger blurted out, out of breath.
"No prob. What's your floor?" Jim replied casually.
"Four- Forty-nine, man..."
Jim pressed on the corresponding buttons and the elevator started its ascension. The downside of living so high in the tower was the time it took to get there. With two elevators out of three being "Out of Order" the proprietor implanted this new elevator cabin while he worked on changing the last broken one. Nevertheless, the excitement the tenants of the building faded when they discovered how slow the new elevator line was compared to the still working old one.
"Crap... it's... the slow one, right?"
Jim turned his gaze to the other occupant of the elevator and nodded. The stranger groaned and his hands clutched around the metallic ramp in a panicked way. He put his head down, breathing heavy and slow.
"You alright?" Jim asked, more by principle than by concern.
"Ugh- Ugh- Yeah..."
Jim glanced at the man a little longer. His jet black hair hung in a long pony tail down his back, topped by an old ratty gray cap. The clothes looked more like rags than actual clothes, but Jim thought it might actually be one of the many styles people tried associating themselves nowadays. The old whitened jeans he wore had several tears, mostly at the knees. Intrinsically, this showed Jim the hairier-than-average legs the stranger sported.
"Claustrophobia?" Jim pondered, trying to establish some talk.
"L- Let's say that..."
Jim's eyes traveled further upward. That stranger wore a loose tank top. It would have been usually white if it weren't for the countless stains that marked it is various shades of brown, green and grey. Two large shoulders popped on both sides of the tank, some hair sprawled on them like a garnish. The skin looked weather-beaten a little. It was reddish in spots and brownish in others like the guy worked under the sun. Dark stubble covered his cheeks like he hadn't shaved in two days.
"You new here? I've never seen you before." Jim said, curious.
"Ye- Yeah... New job..."
Something seemed wrong. Despite the time passing by as the elevator slowly reached up, this man never seemed to catch his breath. "Maybe he ran longer than I thought?" Jim thought.
"Cool. What do you do for a living?"
"I- I..."
The stranger let out a gasp and a sick popping sound resonated. Jim looked at the man with odd apprehension. The guy looked a bit shorter than his six feet one height, possibly around five feet seven or five feet eight. However, despite his height advantage, Jim felt some fear grow within him. Then, he's realized something very odd. Due to his height, Jim had often been looking at bigger shoes, wearing a size 13 himself. Even so, his eyes frantically bulged when he realized this short guy wore shoes that looked bigger than his. Not only that, but they seemed to bulge from the inside... like the feet encompassed were struggling to fit in.
"I work... as a landscaper..." He finally said.
Suddenly, his head jerked backward and hit the elevator wall.
"F- Fuuuck!"
To Jim's incomprehension, this man's stance and posture suddenly shifted in a quick series of sick pops and stretches. Jim must have misjudged him earlier. He looked closer to his own height... but then why did his clothes looked different? The bottom of the ripped pants didn't reach his shoes and what seemed like a loose tank top at first now looked just the right size, perhaps just a little snug.
Through the sleeveless shirt, Jim could make out a pair of defined pecs and an ample amount of chest hair poking out at the top. The dark shadow of stubble seemed to have thickened like the night, hiding the skin of his cheeks from the light. With both of his large calloused hands gripping on the metal ramp behind him, it almost seemed like the stranger flexed his biceps.
With his mouth gaping opened for a few breaths, the stranger raised back his hanging head and looked at the other occupant in the elevator. Jim's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets looking at the man that definitely was smaller than him one minute ago. They stood at the same height. They stared at each other for a few seconds, this stranger's lips coiling in a rictus.
"Sorry, man... just had... huh... some growth spurt..." The stranger said.
"What... the hell was that??" Jim chirped in disbelief.
"Tried... to get home... before it starts..." He added in quick sentence pieces.
"Before what starts??"
"Ughhh... fuck! Here- Here comes... another one!"
And just like that, Jim wasn't staring neither down nor straight, but up at the guy. The stranger's head raised upward as his legs and torso grew like a teen's in overdrive. He passed six feet two and slowed by six feet three, only to stop by six feet four. Just like a teen rushing through puberty, a wave of hormones made the body hair spread out all over him. Shoulders bulged farther apart as a dense coating of hair covered them. More chest hair spilled atop from the tank and some even spilled out by his growing armpit bushes.
Heavy stubble grew into a short beard that reached two inches in length before slowing their growth, although not completely stopping. The growing coat of hair across his torso spread along his arms, enlightening the growing mounds of muscles that were his biceps and the thickening of his forearms. As haughty his smirk seemed, something across his face clearly showed ache.
Jim's eyes watched the tank slip upward, which showed faint abs with a helpful amount of hair, making them look almost like a rug. What caught Jim's gaze next was right below. A growing lump and stick revealed that something was growing right there. In a quick manner, the stranger brought his hands to his crotch, fumbling to unbutton the tightening clothes. In an unsuccessful manner, he forced the button and zipper to break by pulling them apart. The man had to be freeballing since what Jim saw next was a hefty hardening dick above a set of tangerine-sized balls.
"Sorry, man... gotta beat up the beast a bit..." The stranger said, one hand holding onto the seemingly lower ramp, making him crouch a bit, while his other one jacked off a dick at least ten inches long.
This had to be some wicked lusty nightmare. Jim's eyes followed the beat up and down movement of the jacker next to him, then moved them toward the Floor number they were at: 20th floor.
"Gahhh... feels good... Imma... feeling another coming by..."
The lewd jacking sounds increased in pace and in intensity. As much as Jim was horrified by the man next to him, some part of him couldn't deny how kinky that guy was for jacking off in an elevator in front of a total stranger... and something about that turned him on as well.
"Listen! You've gotta stop that... well... whatever you're doing! What if someone..."
Jim backed against the wall in fear as this stranger's body emitted lewd popping and stretching sounds. Once more, he grew. Six feet four gave place to six feet five, then rushed toward six feet seven before settling again at a staggering six feet nine height of testosteronized man-monster. He actually had to stop hanging on the metallic ramp to support his changing body as he was getting too tall to properly hold onto it. Instead, he basked his widening back against the wall. The elevator seemed to shrink around him.
Its jaw actually cracked and dislocated a little, pushing forward by an inch or two, the teeth sharpening. The tears on the jeans ripped larger, exposing more and more of the densely hair-covered legs. A low groan escaped the growing beast's maw as both of the bulging sneakers literally exploded around two mighty furry feet. Nails turned dark and shifted into claws, on both hands and both feet.
The beast let go for a moment and looked down at the "little" human trapped in a corner of the elevator. The beast smirked and shivered, its head reaching a little further upward in a quick short growth spurt, hitting just shy of seven feet tall. It reached for the crouched human and brought it on its legs.
"Pl- Please! I won't tell anyone, I swear! Just leave me alone!"
"I'm always alone..." The beast recited, trapping the human against the wall.
Jim whined in fear, feeling the throbbing footlong cock of this monster poking against his torso. The beast closed the distance between both of them and trapped its cock just there. Jim had both of his hands trapped in the enormous beast's hand-paws. He could feel the wetness of its monstercock spewing pre all over his shirt. For some reason, wherever the wetness touched him, Jim felt a cool numbness spreading over his skin.
The sentiment of dread ebbed away. Jim's rapid breathing slowed down and looked back up at the beast. Its face slowly grew a muzzle. Eyes were turning yellow and the black hair covering its body slowly copied the feeling of dark fur. Jim's mouth opened like he was drugged. As precum from the beast soaked the entirety of the shirt's front, Jim could feel his own penis grow to a solid six inches boner. Small dark brown hair poked through Jim's hairless cheeks, slowly growing into its own share of stubble.
The beast's grip on Jim's hands loosened up and, soon after releasing them, the six feet one human brought his hands to rest on the beast's high hips. The towering monster smirked triumphantly as the human started gyrating its hips in clouded lust, induced by its precum alone.
The beast felt the last bits of change hitting it. In a welcoming growl, it felt its tail slowly grow out. Ears perked upward on his head in furry triangles. The muzzle completed its growth. In drugged lust, Jim watched the beast stretch further taller. Its massive foot-paws jutted upward like a digitigrade and the beast's head hit the high ceiling of the elevator, definitely pushing past eight feet tall by now.
Cramped in the tight elevator, the beast's tail wagged slowly, hitting both opposite walls doing do. After having changed so many moons all alone, locked inside its apartment and jacking all night long as a werewolf, the beast was going to, finally, have a mate.
They were past the 30th floor now.
The werewolf let the changing human hump against him a few more times then backed away. Already, Jim's musculature had improved, stretching his shirt tightly against him body. While not having grown in height, his body had its own lot of changes. Buttons strained against the pec shelf growing out. His shoulders already pushed the shirt to his maximal width and the stubble on his face had grown into a short beard already. Between the straining buttons of the shirt, tufts of fur already peeked out.
The boner trapped inside his slack was growing persistent, bigger. It throbbed against its confines and threatened to split the crotch of the clothes. The old six inches had already swollen up to a fist-thick eight incher, pushing on nine inches. Ripping threads echoed under Jim's armpits as the shoulders kept on stretching further outward. A loud tearing sound was forced down the back of his shirt. Jim's back just flared larger and larger, rivalling with a door's width or the beast's by now.
The beast smirked at it contemplated its work: the human changing for him. Soon, the human would pull away the beast's loneliness. The werewolf grasped its 13" erection within its giant paw and jacked looking at the transforming man in front of it.
Biceps burst through the sleeves of Jim's shirt. The button of his pants burst away. Jim pulled his now improved tool out of his sweaty boxer-briefs. The moment he grasped it, a new heaven of pleasure rooted within his clouded mind. In quick uneven lurches, Jim whined as his changing cock grew further forward, growing even thicker than his fist.
As if to catch with it, his hands grew fuzzier and bigger, matching with the ever growing cock. To match with the enormous hands, his feet bulged and swelled within his tightening dress shoes... until dark claws tore their way out of the footwear.
Jim yelped as his height shot upward in a quick surge. Rapidly, he left six feet one to six feet five, still having a few more spurts pushing him up to six feet seven, all the way up to six feet ten. About to lose balance, Jim was helped on his growing paws by the even bigger werewolf... which didn't seem to look as big and scary as it was a few moments ago.
A big bushy beard extended from Jim's face down to his chest. Buttons had flown off from his shirt during this incredible growth spurt, revealing a chest that would be the envy of many men. In no time, the massive rod swinging between Jim's legs had reached the footlong mark. The werewolf stranger gasped at its sheer size. Despite being slightly shorter than the beast's dong, Jim's dick was way much thicker.
While Jim was ready to further hump and frot his inhuman cock against the tall werewolf's, he was greeted with an unpredictable action. The massive werewolf turned around and squatted a little, showing off its firm furry ass to his new pal. Without further instruction, Jim guided his dick for the pucker and shoved naturally its enlarged dick within it. Jim was met with resistance from the bigger werewolf, who's never inserted something so large inside his ass. Still, after a few inches were it, the rest of it slicked up inside with remarquable ease, probably due to Jim's cock leaking precum like a broken hose.
The fucking pace increased with intensity. The more Jim fucked the werewolf's ass, the more his changes evened out. With each of his thrusts, his muscles grew further. His thighs blew up and so did his ass. His dark jeans, already filled to the bursting point and leaving a fair amount of his furry calves bare, split at the seams. This exposed more of the new werewolf's dark brown fur. A tail started growing out behind him, long and heavy, almost to help counterbalancing the heaviness of his huge pecs and arms holding onto his even taller partner.
Yet, a chiming sound brought the beasts out of their fucking spree. They finally arrived at Jim's floor. However he was too much into his partner to bother back at his things. Fortunately, no one waited on the other side of the elevator door. As the door closed again and both beasts returned to the fuck of their lives, a sentiment of vertigo held Jim. His pace slowed for a moment. Shivers ran across his body like he's been thrown in the arctic sea. With a loud growl, he felt another one: another growth spurt.
Big paws led to monstrous paws. Both werewolves gasped and growl as the already enormous cock jackhammering the bottom grew even bigger, surpassing the bottom's 13 inches length. The few remnants of clothes that barely stuck on Jim shredded and joined the tattered clothes on the ground. At the pace Jim kept changing, he'd surpass this stranger's already fearful size.
Jim surpassed seven feet tall in no time, then reached seven feet and a half, then went all the way to eight feet tall. The elevator started groaning under their combined weight. He was much wider than the initial werewolf, who whimpered lustfully, urging the new werewolf to outgrow him. To become his alpha.
While the stranger Jim fucked with abandon had grown to barely over eight feet tall, Jim was pushing toward nine feet tall... then past nine feet tall. The elevator was getting too small. They were clustered tighter than sardines in a can and yet Jim fucked with more vigour. The orgasm was so close he could almost taste it.
The chime of the 49th floor eventually resounded. Jim came harder than he ever did inside the smaller werewolf, pushing his immense size to settle at ten feet tall. A river of cum gushed out of the elevator and flooded the corridor...
Crude ending:
The cable holding the elevator broke, dropping the cabin with the werewolves down to their death.