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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 1 - Adaptation

By Reaping

Michael awoke to a start. Sweat pearled on his forehead and even his short hair were damp. Michael looked for his roommate on the next bed, but Jason's snores were loud enough to let him know he was still asleep. The woken up teen breathed loudly. Glancing down, he's realized he had an annoying and needy boner tenting the boxers he put on to sleep. While usually going to sleep in the nude, Michael put these on to show some privacy regarding his new roommate.

The dawn was on the horizon, but he didn't have a class before noon. He did not remember everything as clear as water from the previous night, but the taste of seminal fluid in his mouth reminded him of his little adventure in the club's bathroom. With the boner not going down, Michael let out a frustrated groan and stood up.

Carefully, he headed to the bathroom of the room and pulled on the shower level. A worrisome groaning of the pipes made him wonder if they were going to break. However, once water rained down, Michael undressed and went inside the cold shower. The solid boner between his legs did not shrink. In fact, looking at it in the bright light of the bathroom made him wonder if it were not just a little bit swollen after his perverted encounter.

Michael was used to the five inches erection he sported for a while, but the feeling inside his hand felt different. It was probably closer to six inches in his opinion. Maybe he just didn't notice a late little growth spurt? Throwing cares away, Michael proceeded to the job his aching dick demanded and masturbated.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

One week has passed since the beginning of classes. On top of a short mountain, the college was a bit isolated from the town which made the atmosphere devoid of traffic jam. Yet, if the students wanted to head to the city, a short walk of about 20 minutes down the big hill was enough to get to the closest club.

Still adapting to his schedule, Michael felt more energy than he ever did. Between math and physics classes, he played ball with a few other students on the freshly cut lawns of his college. Maybe it was the fresh air of a new place, maybe it was the freedom of living by himself, but the Physics student hadn't felt that good in years. Like his body bathed in this new environment, it did feel different.

While he was never prone to let his facial hair grow out, he found out they were growing a bit thicker than they had in High School. Plus, they were growing faster. While he used to shave once or twice a week, Michael saw his stubble growing back after only two days. It was like puberty gave him a last quick boost before entering his twenties, not that he minded though.

On the next Thursday, one week after classes had begun, Michael met again with Kevin in Calculus class. The two friends sat together in the middle of the enormous crowd, easily one of the biggest classes of the establishment. As the teacher gave a quick recap on derivatives and integrals in front of his gigantic audience, Kevin asked Michael wether he thought of going to the gym.

"Ya know, dawg? Imma sure ya could get jacked if ya got pumpin' iron like me!" Kevin persuaded. "Jus' look it you! Ya got them arms already, bro!"

"Yeah... but no, I prefer playing sports to sitting on a bench pumping all day."

"Well... ya could jus' make it to tryouts then! Imma sure they recruitin' right now, bro."

"Nah, I prefer to play for fun, Kev, not for fame." Michael insisted.

"Your choice, dawg... jus' lemme know if ya change yer mind!"

Once the class ended, Michael asked his High School friend what he was up to for the rest of the day.

"Thought of goin' pumpin', bro! Ya sure ya not comin'? Would be fun!" Kevin said with eagerness.

"Not today at least... maybe another day?"

"S'up to ya, bro! See ya!" Kevin greeted before parting ways.

As Michael headed back his way, he stopped by a billboard advertising the extracurricular activities and sport teams recruiting new students. While he loved the thrill of playing sports, he wasn't sure if he'd be prepared to spend a number of hours a week without impinging his social life and his studies. On the other side, he'd probably make new friends if he joined a group or a team.

"Looking for a club or a team to join?" A young lady asked.

Michael turned at her and just realized there was a table and two students sitting there for recruiting. The one who talked to him had a bright pink hijab that framed her Mediterranean skin complexion, devoid of imperfections. Her dark brown eyes looked at him with serenity and her smile was angelic. She extended a hand before him for a handshake.

"My name's Ana and I'm part of the extracurricular activities administrators. Can I help you with something?"

Before Michael could give a proper answer, he heard a voice calling out:

"Hey! Miguel!"

The student turned around to see the inseparable duo of Leon and Eric. While dressed today, he still depicted them as the two half-naked drunk bros from the bar last Thursday night. Nevertheless, the Physics student smiled and politely greeted them.

"It's Michael, by the way." He said bitterly at the tall one.

"That's what I said, right Eric?" Leon said goofily.

"Huh? Maybe, I wasn't listening." Eric said, averting his eyes at the girl. "You know if there's still place for the football tryouts?"

"There's still places for the tryouts, of course. Here, take this paper and fill it out." She handed the bulky guy a small document and a pen.

"Cool, thanks ma'am." Eric thanked with a smirk, starting to write directly by her table.

"Hey! Me too!" Leon exclaimed. "Gimme some space, fat stuff!"

"Fuck you!" Eric chirped at him.

Leon snatched the paper out of the second student at the table and proceeded to fill it out. Meanwhile, Ana turned toward Michael with an exasperated sigh and asked if he wanted to fill out a form as well.

"I'm still unsure if I should pick one or not... How much time do I have to fill one?"

"Some of the activities are opened until the end of September, but a lot of the sport teams start their tryouts next week, so the earlier the better."

"I'll think about it and come back, all right?"

Ana gave him a tender smile.

"It's up to you."

Michael smiled back and a shift in his loins made him turn and head away. Some part of him felt betrayed by his libido. Since his encounter at the club last week, he felt like popping boners here and then like he was in his preteens again. He thought he was done with this.

His stomach growled in hunger again, even though he had eaten twice on lunchtime. The cafeteria food wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either. Perhaps he just needed something more consisting... more proteins... more meat...

His train of thoughts was untracked when he accidentally walked into someone at the corridor intersection. While he managed to stay on his legs by taking hold onto the wall, the other person fell to the ground.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't..." Michael started, crouching to help the person he persecuted.

However, it wasn't anyone that Michael had walked into, but his roommate. On his butt, Jason had dropped his bass case. His binder also dropped opened and multiple music sheets sprawled all over the floor.

"Michael?" Jason recognized, sounded.

"Oh! Jason, it's you... Here, let me help you."

"No, I'm fine..." The musician said back, moving around to gather the scattered papers.

"Were you not going to practice in the music department this afternoon?"

"Uh... no, it's getting claustrophobic in these cubicles. I'm going out to practice."

"Oh! Neat!"

"Would you... like to come with me?"

Jason blushed immediately like he regretted offering this to his roommate. Michael looked at him in surprise and the bassist turned away.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that... I... I guess it's just lonely to..." Jason blurted out in shame.

"I'd love to." Michael answered.

"Uh... what? Really?"

Jason's blushing did not dissipate, but a hopeful glint appeared in his eyes. Honestly, Michael didn't really want to go, but he figured that it'd break part of Jason's shyness if he tried getting closer. Looking at him in the past week, Michael perceived something in the musician's eyes. It was an odd feeling of admiration.

"Yeah, I've got a shit load of exercises to do for Calculus and Mechanics classes anyway." Michael encouraged. "I could work on them while you practice your scales and whatnots."

"Uh... Ok!" Jason said, hurrying on like his serotonin just climbed up.

Michael just smiled watching him get all excited, instead of discreet and shy for once, and followed on.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jason's old car didn't have the AC, but the wind blowing on the two roommates was refreshening. Summer was coming to an end and they were pleasantly awarded with the last hot days of the year. It wasn't rush hour yet, so the two friends could make it out of the college area and reach the woods across the vast fields of wheat. Jason stopped his car by the road, near a ditch. There was an old wooden bridge crossing the dried stream, leading to the woods.

Jason brought his bass case and music sheets with him, followed by Michael and his school bag. The pair walked on the bridge and for a few moment on the forest path before arriving at a small clearance.

"How did you discover this place?" Michael asked, impressed.

"The road I parked on was the road I took with my dad, coming to college. I wanted to come back and enjoy nature, so I thought I'd just come practice here instead of in the small cubicles... And I simply love forest trails like this one."

"That's cool... but don't you need an amplifier or something to play bass?"

"That's why I bring my acoustic one." Jason replied, dropping carefully the case on the soft ground.

The musician unclasped the locks and retrieved the instrument. In opposite to the average electric basses and guitars, this one's interior was deeper and bigger, which was better for a rounder and less metallic sound. Jason sat on a nearby rock and swiped his fingers across the strings, checking for the pitch.

"You can tell if the pitch is right just like this?"

"Yeah. I've been told to have... uh... absolute ear."

"That's cool... must be handy."

"It helps, I can't say the opposite."

Jason started playing scales and arpeggios. Michael took seat on a dead tree and took out his Calculus book. He gave it a disgusted look and put it aside. After a long Calculus class, he'd rather do Mechanics exercises instead. He pulled out the physics book when Jason asked him why he chose this college instead of one closer to his living place.

"I guess... I just wanted to get some freedom." Michael said, shrugging his shoulders. "I wanted to live my own adventures, my own things without having my parents behind me. Not that they're bad parents, they're pretty cool! But I wanted to try things on my own for once. You?"

The bassist finished another scale. He almost had a gloomy look on his face.

"Well... my parents are a bit... old-school. They criticize others a lot and aren't very prone to... change."

"Are you telling me you're gay or something?" Michael asked.

Jason's face grew red and turned away.

"Uh... no... no, I'm... I'm not... gay..."

While his actions suggested otherwise, Michael didn't want to make Jason feel bad about it. He remembered it being a difficult thing for himself to accept he was bisexual and he didn't want to force it out on his roommate.

"Well, if you need anyone to entrust, you can tell me anything, Jason. I won't make fun of you or bully you."

"Thanks..."

Michael went back down at his book. The same heat of lust washed over him like when he was with Ana earlier. Under his notebook, he felt the erection boning up in his shorts again. "Not again..." He thought.

"Say, Michael, would you like to come back with me here sometime?" Jason asked. "We could call it... our secret spot?"

The erection in Michael's pants dropped a bead of pre at the question and the teen had to suppress a moan from coming out. Disciplined, he indulged himself to concentrate on his exercises. It's only after a while he's realized he never answered Jason's question.

"What? Sure, of course, whenever you want, Jason."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Leon hated classes. He hated them with a deeply rooted hatred. It has been almost two weeks since college started and he was already annoyed. When he got into college for Sports Education, he thought it'd only consists of playing on the fields but it didn't. He actually had to study the biology of the human body like the nerdy students in Biology and Nursing and then to write essays and reviews of the muscles roles. At least, he spent a good amount of time on the field and in the gymnasium.

When he just came out of Muscles Biology class, he was welcomed with his fat roommate's almost naked form. While Leon was stuck to attend theory classes almost every day, Eric spent countless hours playing games on his computer. Leon had brought a few weights and a bench for their shared room and Eric had brought enough games for the next five years. He had already built up his new chair on wheels and was sitting on it only in boxers, with his eyes glued to the computer screen.

"Have you spent all day playing that... huh... WoW game again, Eric?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Aye! You've gotta stop playing this kiddy shit and train at the gym or the coach will kick you out, mate!"

"Fuck you! It's not a kiddy shit! And I train at the gym in the morning, dumbass!"

"Aye! All A' see is you always sitting on that chair playing games and drinking booze!"

"I'm a lineman, I gotta get all the bulk I can!"

"Whatever, mate. Don't cry at me if you can't get laid with that fat gut."

"Fuck you! You should know girls love the girth!"

"Whatever, mate." Leon shrugged.

Leon dropped his derisory school bag on the bed and went for his gym bag instead.

"Aye! Imma gonna be back in a few hours. A' got a gym schedule to keep up."

"See you, musclehead."

"Later, fatfuck."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Are you sure that's a good idea coming here on a Wednesday night?" Jason asked Michael.

Ever since the day they made their secret spot in the woods, Michael's libido went through the roof. Previously, he had to masturbate once a day, but it was growing more intense, now almost always twice a day. He sported boners here and then, sometimes for no reason. As if he was rediscovering himself, he noticed he was thinking less and less about girls. It was all about guys. In the middle of the night, he could wake up covered in sweat with another annoying boner, so achingly hard he didn't bother going to the bathroom anymore to jack off.

Like he was experiencing a late growth spurt, Michael actually found himself to stand straighter than before, leaning closer to six feet tall rather than five feet ten now. Without joining the gym or exercising himself physically, he noticed his clothes feeling tighter, mostly around his upper torso. Hell, even his shoes felt like getting a bit tight. By now, Michael abandoned shaving his face and now a thick, but not very lengthy, stubble covered his cheeks.

"It was Kevin's idea." Michael replied. "And I think you could use a little time socializing and meet up with a girl."

Jason didn't answer a word. They were at the same club they attended on September 1st. They stayed by the entrance, looking for Kevin around the crowd. While not as popular as it was at the Back-to-College party, the club definitely housed a fair amount of clients.

"Maybe he's not here yet..." Jason said.

"No, he's here, I can... hear him."

Michael walked toward the bar with Jason following him. Oddly, the musician could almost make it that Michael had physically changed. He stood straighter and while their eyes were almost the same level when they met, Michael's were a little higher now. Just like he said, the roommates finally found Kevin.

"Yo dawg, ya brought yer roomy, I see! I brought mine too!" Kevin gestured toward the guy standing next to him by the bar.

Just like anyone, he was taller than Kevin's short five-foot-five frame. Actually, his height stood midway between Michael's and Jason's at about five feet ten. Similarly to Kevin, he displayed a fair share of muscles, probably a decent goer at the gym too.

"Hey guys! Name's Timothy, but y'all can call me Tim." He introduced himself with a cocky smirk.

After a couple presentations, Kevin called shots for all four of them. Even though Jason was reluctant at taking it, Michael cheered him to.

"Don't be a pussy!" Tim added with a snide smile. "You're a guy or a chick?"

"I... I'm a guy..."

"Prove it!" Tim ordered with a mischievous grin.

Jason looked at the liquid and hesitantly downed it with the guys. They went at it for another round, then a third. Jason was definitely growing woozy and had a hard time staying up. Still, as more shots came, Michael suggested to move to a booth in setback. His fellows agreed and they sat in recluse of the crowd.

"What's your major, Tim?" Michael asked, sitting by the edge, next to Jason.

"History and Politics! I'm a complete war nerd. You?" Tim said.

As they chatted Tim's eyes often drifted to the girls in short shorts dancing on the dance floor. Quickly, he wasn't being part of the conversation anymore, mostly glancing at them like an old drunken pervert sipping at his booze. His actions weren't missed out by Michael who himself was growing horny yet again. He could feel a boner growing in his shorts. While he's always been accustomed to his five incher, he previously measured it before coming to the club to find out it had indeed grown to a seven inches erection. Now that he was horny again, instead of neglecting it, he thought he'd put it to good use... and he knew exactly how to.

"I... think I'm going to head off to the bathroom." Michael said.

"Alright, take your time. We'll stay right here!" Tim said without moving his eyes from a girl's ass by the next booth.

As the student left his friends, Tim mumbled lustfully at the sight of the girl slightly bending over the table. Jason noticed the lewd and macho attitude of the arrogant male. While he wouldn't have said anything normally, his inebriated self made him intervene.

"Stop staring at her! It's rude!" Jason slurred at Tim.

"What? I'm not starring!" Tim refuted without averting his eyes away.

On cue, that nearby girl with an impressive bottom turned around and glared at them.

"Who's WHAT?" She asked with fury.

"Uh..."

"It's him!" Tim lied and blamed Jason.

"Wha... what? No, I'm not..."

The irritated girl approached them and Jason rose his hands in a defending manner, afraid she might pummel him, but she didn't. Instead, she threatened:

"Put those eyes on me once more and I'm going to pull them off your skull and feed it to my bird!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The club bathroom was just the same as two weeks prior. The same urinals were out of order and the same stall was locked and shut. A sense of déjà vu hit Michael, he headed for the only unoccupied stall: it was the same as before. This time, however, Michael wasn't there for a piss, but for something even better.

Pulling free his throbbing erection, he dropped and sat on the toilet seat. Patiently, he waited for the sole guy at the urinal to leave while fondling at his tented shorts... until he was alone safe for the guy in the next stall. Michael could hear the same lewd slicking sounds as before and he wondered for a moment if the guy jacking off in the next stall was the same he sucked two weeks ago.

"Glad to see you're back." A deep voice whispered on the other side of the wall.

Michael wondered if the masturbator had somehow seen or recognized him since he entered the bar.

"How did you recognize me?" Michael asked, basked in confusion and lust, his hand rubbing up and down on his hard penis.

"I... have my ways... I can tell you have a peculiar... smell on you."

Michael blushed and lift the arm of his tighter polo, checking himself in case he forgot to put deodorant or something.

"I'm horny... again..." The voice said. "Unclasp the dispenser..."

"Will you blow me this time?"

"Blow me first... I really need it..."

The door opened and a new occupant entered the bathroom, a wave of loud music entering the room until it ebbed away with the door closing. Just like he did before, Michael let go of his demanding dick and went for the toilet paper dispenser. As much as Michael was eager, he was taken aback with a gasp at what made its way into the glory hole.

The big nine incher two weeks ago was nothing compared to the fleshy reddish shaft barely fitting through the hole. Undoubtedly closer to a footlong phallus, the cock was exceptionally large, rivalling with Michael's wrist. Its new size only increased the spear-shaped head of the monstrous organ. For a moment, Michael hesitated between running away and going forward and impaling that deformed penis down his throat.

"Go on. Suck." The voice whispered with a hint of a growl.

Despite everything screaming WRONG, Michael felt oddly compelled to lean toward the glistening wet shaft. The very instant his breath hit the cock tip, the organ twitched and pearled more pre. Michael engulfed the first few inches inside his greedy mouth, unaware large hairy hands grasped the top of the stall wall. If he had paid more attention to them, he would have noticed the nails were dark as if they were covered in mud... and slightly in points, growing.

Soon, Michael found himself prisoner of a loop. His bobbing couldn't close all the way down the very hung man's shaft, but each bobs slipped a bit more of it down his throat. Michael's own beating grew frantic, unaware that the receiver's new bigger shoes were already partly ripped because of his jutting foot claws. The musk of sex elevated in the room. The lewd noises piled on a bit louder and more desperate with each ministration.

An unnoticed bathroom occupant outside the stalls made a derisory comment at their lewd behaviour but the guys were too into it to really understand it. The stranger Michael blew off had his breaths growing quicker, his hands grasping tighter against the top of the stall, his nails growing furthermore into claws in a slick stretching and popping noise. A soft tearing of clothes sounded in the echos of the men bathroom. Michael didn't know the source, but it was coming from this stranger behind the stall wall.

"Fuckin' monster..." The stranger groaned. "Destroying everything... my clothes, my body... even my fuckin' life..."

Drool mixed with precum dripped off Michael's bearded chin. That guy must have precummed as much as an average guy's load and then some since Michael started the blowjob. However, judging by the ragged breaths of the strangers, the student felt like he was getting closer. To the receiver's displeasure, Michael stepped back, letting the erect shaft bobbing free in the air.

"Don't... don't stop!"

"I guess it's time we switch the roles." Michael said, jacking off with more devotion.

"I'm NOT switching until you make me cum!" The man bellowed in a feral growl.

Actually, the infuriated reaction of the guy left Michael a bit scared. Was he some kind of psycho? His mind was so blurry he couldn't think straight. Was it because of lust? Maybe the shots from earlier were weighing him down? His own body felt weird. He was tired but so aching for an orgasm.

Compelled to listen, Michael went back down on the footlong penis. The slightly pointed cock head was tickling his uvula, testing his gag reflex. The man only moaned and cheered him to continue. It felt so good. He wanted more.

"Yeah! That's... oh no... fuck..."

Michael suddenly felt the thrusts quickening without he could do anything. The dick inside his mouth swelled even bigger. His masturbation quickened as he apprehended what was about to happen. And then, with a loud groan that could have been heard through the whole bathroom, the stranger came inside Michael's mouth.

"Oh... fuck!"

If the stranger's load was big two weeks ago, this one was phenomenal. Michael had to back off midway through the orgasm as he couldn't take anymore. Shifting sideways to escape the shooting the bazooka's sight, Michael confusingly witnessed the cock changing slightly in shape. The base started swelling up, growing larger, while the tip thinned further into a point. With every shot of sperm, it seemed to stretch just slightly further away from the guy's pelvis.

"Fuck... fuckin' hell..."

More ripping and tearing sounds echoed. Unbeknownst to Michael, the guy's feet burst again through his new shoes with claws even bigger and deadlier than they were before. In one slow pull, the monstercock went through the hole and disappeared on the other side.

Michael's curiosity got the better of him and he peeked through the hole. A large heavily muscled guy covered in tattered clothes and thick body hair tried fitting the giant cock back inside his pants. He couldn't see the guy all over as he was too big. In one quick motion, without even keeping his word, the guy left the stall.

A sudden pain hit Michael in the stomach. Nausea hit him and everything around him started to spin around like he was at the centre of a spiralling vortex. He turned toward the toilet, feeling like he was going to throw up... but he didn't. The pain slowly changed to discomfort. Like a hiccup, his body cramped in small short spasms. It went on for a few minutes before it ebbed away.

When his body settled to tranquility, Michael weakly shoved his half hard cock inside his pants and went for the door lock. He didn't bother to put back the paper dispenser or to clean up the mess his partner and him splattered all across the bathroom tiles and the opposite stall wall. On his shaking legs, Michael walked to the sink.

He instantly regretted going at it with the guy. He felt sick and he feared he might have contracted some kind of disease. That guy couldn't possibly be the same as before. It just couldn't. In the mirror, he could see spunk and drool dripping from his... bearded chin. Michael couldn't remember having that long of a beard earlier. He concluded the only rational thought that crossed his mind: he had been, at some point tonight, drugged.

With some brown paper, Michael tried removing the sticky fluids that ran down his face only to notice he had some on his shirt as well. Cursing, Michael wetted the brown paper and tried cleaning the white stains away. Suddenly, his senses sharpened as soon as he heard the door to the bathroom opening. He turned around, but was reassured to see Jason entering.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked coyly. "I was worried when you didn't come back... I thought I'd check on you..."

"No... I mean... I'm fine." Michael sputtered. "I'm just... tired."

"Do you want to head back? I think I'm done for tonight."

"Yeah... Let's go..."