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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 7 - Fallout

By Reaping

Jason's snores contributed to Timothy's awakening. While the chubby lad had been pretty quiet on the previous night, he was being much noisier tonight. Nonetheless, the homophobe woke up to another demanding boner case. He looked back down at the inhuman organ that swelled and pointed like a red rocket in front of him. Tim whimpered in disgusted complaint. How on Earth would he get to fuck anyone with a deformed penis that looked alien? How would he simply find someone who's into a big freaky cock like this? His balls had taken a healthier colour after the previous evening where he feared they would burst. They were a little more covered in hair yet still a bit swollen.

"Fuckin' fag dick..." He cussed, rubbing the sensitive monstrosity.

Tim moaned, jerking his head back, and curled his toes. It felt so much more responsive to his touch. Precum pearled at the pointed tip. The whole organ felt as sensitive as a giant uncovered glans. Already coated in fluids, his right rand started jerking up and down, sliding along the length of this foreign pillar. Oddly enough, the sensation was even better and in only a few strokes, the student gasped and shot his fat copious load all over his face and torso.

Dumbfounded yet partly satisfied, Tim couldn't feel angry at himself for how it good it made him feel. Even though his manhood was abnormal, it was bigger than he was used to, looking at least nine inches hard now. Despite having just cummed, he felt compelled to masturbate again like a tormented masturbator. It felt so good. In fact, Tim wondered if his penis was long enough so that he could suck himself off. He jerked his head in repression. He wasn't a fag nor a cocksucker. Plus, it didn't look human anymore. However, it was HIS cock... so sucking himself off wouldn't be exactly gay... but a form of masturbation, right? It would be like giving his cock a nice hand massage, but with his mouth instead.

Tim bended down, rising his hips in the air, trying to get his glistening shaft into his needy mouth. Ooff... He was pretty close to it, only a few meagre inches stood between his lips and the destination. He turned to see if Jason was still deeply asleep. After his quick inspection, he repositioned himself on the bed, climbing his legs on the wall with his shoulders supporting him on the soft bed like he was attempting a backward somersault. Thighs pulled over his head, Tim was shocked that the sharp movement plunged his crimson spear right into his mouth. The taste of his seminal fluid was strong and sickening, but the sensation felt so good that he forced himself to bob his head up and down.

Tim extended his tongue, having remarkable ease to twirl it around his pointed cock. The very moment he came, his mouth filled in with the nasty yet addictive taste of his own spunk. It tasted foul and salty, tasting like a real man, avouching his own undeniable masculinity. Some of the viscous spunk dripped out past his lips as his mouth filled with it. Tim's excited heartbeat made him accept the sludgy liquid down his gullet despite how much he wanted to spit it all out. He gave it a few more slurps and licks, feeling his body jerking a little as the last few droplets of cum eased their way into his mouth. Slipping his pelvis off the wall, he finally pulled the glistening ruby shaft out of his mouth.

Tim gave a quick glance at his unwanted roommate and growled. He'd make the fag pay for raping him on the previous night... but at the same time, he feared that this faggot of a witch would cast another curse or something on his dick. He's never believed in witches or magic before, but if this worm could change his dick like that, he figured he should probably stick away from it for a while. After all, he only had one more day to endure this fucker's before Kevin comes back.

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Alone in an isolated cell, Leon's yellowish-green eyes fixated on the erection his hand wrapped around while he fingered his ass shamelessly, sticking two fingers in before a third one joined them. Being secluded in a lone cage was irritating and degrading. He felt like a dog that has been taken under jurisdiction without any proper reason. He's spent already two nights in the cell. Two days and two nights to do nothing but wait... and masturbate.

Leon moaned loudly and was rewarded with another load, the third one since he's woken up that night to find his sheets soaked with semen. He couldn't believe he had a wet dream on his own at the police station. Well, it was probably a consequence of the cock-block Officer McCoy forced onto him.

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FLASHBACK

"Here, is that better?" Charles asked him, unshackling him from the table.

Leon grunted and acquiesced. He gave his wrists a tender rub, noticing how thick they suddenly looked. What was going on? He looked back at the officer and subtly brought both of his hands under the table, leaning a little over the interrogation table.

"Let's return to Michael Singleton, now..."

_"Yeah... that fucker raped me good..." Leon bitterly said with a sick twinge of enthusiasm, fondling his throbbing erection and closing his eyes. _

"What..." Charles frowned and backing his chair away, standing up.

A quick glance by the side of the table was enough for him to notice the lewd (but oh so hot) clothed masturbation.

"Mister Lester...! Put your hands on the table immediately!"

"Aye! Officer, ain't you gay? Why don't ya help me out with this?"

"Mister Lester, I'm not going to ask you twice!" The officer sternly imposed.

Leon grunted, intensifying his demeanour only for a quick moment until he reluctantly growled and pulled his hands away from his crotch. He gasped and new dark stains appeared and spread inside his shorts. A lucid grin stretched on the teen's bearded face as he orgasmed. More semen kept shooting out, soaking his garments to the point of passing through the clothes and dripping in a sticky mess on the floor between his feet. The policeman stood agape in front of the witness who just messed himself with a serious amount of ejaculate.

"What the... Don't move!"

Leon's goofy face dropped and gave place to fright.

"Aye! Sorry! A' dunno what's gotten into me, Officer!" Leon exclaimed before feeling a slight discomfort in his chest.

Right before their eyes, Leon's shoulders cracked and widened faintly, but noticeably: the soiled tank top he wore stretched considerably over his flaring back and increasing chest size. The barely perceptible blond hair over his chest thickened and lightened further, almost illuminated by the bright light of the room.

"Stay... put!" Charles commanded, stepping back toward the door, one hand close to his gun.

"No! This is not happening! Lemme outta here!" Leon half-begged, half-ordered, jumping on his legs, his frame looking slightly more imposing than it did earlier on the shivering victim.

Charles quickly opened the door, jumped out of the room and locked it shut just in time before the teen bashed into it. The police officer was actually breathing heavily, looking through the see-through door with scared eyes.

END OF FLASHBACK

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The opening of a door brought Leon out of his afterglow. His tired greenish eyes looked for the noise origin and saw the elderly Chief Dial coming in with another man, a bit on the tall side, wearing a business suit. Making sure his semi-soft boner was put back inside his slacks, Leon approached the cold bars of his cell, clinging to them in a semblance of pity. The look on the Officer's face was disgruntled. In opposition, the look on the classy-suit guy's face depicted reassurance. Expecting charges, a fine or even his imprisonment, Leon showed sadness and remorse, his large shoulders drooping a little.

"C'mon, Mister Lester, you are free to leave." Classy-suit guy said with a prideful smile.

"What?" Leon murmured, unsure he heard correctly.

"Hurry up." Chief Dial retorted with discontent, opening the cell. "My shift's about to end."

After spending two nights in a cell, Leon walked out of the cell at light speed. There was a hint of disapproval in the officer's eyes, which made Leon cocky.

"Aye! Ya're gonna miss me?" He asked the older man.

"Consider yourself lucky for now, cause I'm not taking my grip off of you!" Terrence declared with repressed spite.

All Leon did was smile... partly showing his bigger canines with a mocking audacity. Chief Dial slightly flinched in surprise at this behaviour, but he never broke the serious glare he struck at him. Terrence was certain that Leon wasn't this big and tall when he saw him firsthand in the college parking lot. Taking place between the two men, Classy-suit guy intervened.

"C'mon, Mister Lester, we've got to take you out of here." Classy-suit guy gestured with his hand, almost theatrically.

Terrence looked at the cocky bastard walking out like he was owning the place. He caught the same foul smell he seemed to smell everywhere with the recent oddities. He didn't know where that lawyer came from and if he was a relative of Leon, but he succeeded in freeing him without even meeting his client nor going on a trial. He had introduced himself as a 'close relative' of the guy who knew quite already too many things about the student and the situation. Perhaps he was a lawyer who had worked for him or his family before?

Of all the luck in the world, the recording session of Leon with Officer McCoy in the interrogation room wasn't on tape, as the computer seemed to have shut down that night, nor was there anyone in the next room to testify what happened. Hence, there was no proof of Charles' testimony truthfulness and Terrence feared they would only be the laughingstock of the court if they brought out that the victim grew and tried assaulting the young officer. Terrence's friend Elizabeth had tried analyzing the components found in the semen found in the gym and the DNA showed a certain similarity to Michael's... but it wasn't a perfect match.

The results of Leon's blood test wasn't conclusive either for now as it only concluded that it was, indeed, his blood found on the tank top. No illicit drugs or alcohol was found in the bloodstream either. Interestingly, the testosterone hit surprisingly high levels even for a guy his age. However, further examination on the blood samples would be conducted by 9 AM this Monday morning as Doctor Mary waited for access to a particular lab. As much as he wanted to, Chief Dial had tried to delay Leon's release. Despite his best efforts, this lawyer came over and stated that Leon still had the label of a victim and thus he didn't have to be kept against his will, especially in a cell.

"Smells bad... This fucking case smells bad..." Terrence sombrely said, wondering if the loss of camera on Friday night wasn't all but a sabotage.

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Leon entered his room like nothing had happened. The lawyer that was probably sent by his parents did an amazing job making him out of the station and, better than anything, he was free of charges. The horny teen sat on his bed and fondled the boner that was trapped in his new shorts. He couldn't help but wince at the constricting sensation hitting his feet all the way since he left the station. Leon pulled off his shoes, sighing in gratefulness as he could properly stretch his toes. He removed the socks from his feet and gasped upon realizing that they actually had a nice carpet of blond hair on top of them.

"Bloody hell..." He cussed, worry hitting him. "A'm really... becoming one... ain't I?"

He had realized something was wrong with his body since Michael had assaulted him in the lockers... perhaps even before than that: when they fucked in Michael's room. Leon stretched his fingers and looked down at his hands. They did look bigger a little, but the most notable difference was all the blond hair sprouting here and there. He's always been hairless safe for his crotch and armpits... but he wasn't anymore. While he did look pretty much like an averagely hairy human still, he feared what would eventually happen after witnessing Michael's transformation.

The concerned teen's hands were shaking from the thought. He couldn't believe he's gotten into this mess. Some rational part of his mind urged him to surrender to the police and investigators or whatever shit could help him out... but he feared doing so could possibly make him a lab rat for the rest of his life. However, at the same time, as odd as it sounded and felt... his body longed for more. He always envied the hairiness of some guys and he had wanted to grow facial hair for a while now. His orgasms were getting more and more intense and pleasurable... and it felt like he was becoming hairier with each one.

He boned.

"Fuck... A'm fucked... A'm fucking fuckity fucked..." Leon complained, his hands grasping the sheets of his bed as he tried all his might not to touch himself as images of the beast Michael became hunted his mind.

Leon jerked himself out of his stupor, turning toward the door as his ears perceived a key entering the lock. Leon's heartbeat increased and his boner twitched. He gasped, trying to hide the pitching tent his shorts so perversely showcased. Turning around, Leon furtively went for his cellphone inside his pocket, which was unsurprisingly out of battery. The door opened. Fuck.

"Leon?"

The named man startled, flipping over on his belly so that he could hide his imperious erection. He turned to the door and saw his roommate Eric walking in with his football duffle bag. The fatter guy was concerned.

"Where've you been? Why are you here? Why wer'n't you at practice this morning?"

"Been having a shitty weekend, mate!"

"I bet! Your Ja-Ja told me he's got taken to the station for questions! Were you too?"

"Jason was there?" Leon frowned. "How... oh..."

Leon was about to reveal what happened with Michael, but the lawyer advised him not to tell what happened with the beast to anyone else. If that was not enough of a reason not to tell his football buddy, he still hesitated to tell the guy that he actually had sex with Michael. Eric might not be the strict homophobe he showed in front of the team, but Leon didn't want to incommode his roommate with the story.

Eric dropped his bag by his computer and let his large butt drop on his spinning chair.

"Aye! Mate! Ya're not going to play games stinking like shit?! Did you even take a shower?!" Leon grimaced, his nose catching the strong scent of his sweaty roommate.

"Fuck you! Thinking about it, I'd rather have you sent back to wherever you were for a few more days!" The chubby player snapped.

Oddly, this exchange with the bellied student amused Leon. A smirk stretched on his lips and his boner twitched inside his shorts.

"Go take a shower, fat ass!"

"Fuck you! Go take one yourself!"

"You're the one rotting the air, matey!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

"Not without you!"

"... what did you say?"

"Eh... never mind."

A short silence glossed between the two arguing students.

"I'll take a shower later." Eric said, dismissing the awkwardness of the situation.

Leon looked at Eric, panting, hard. A thought of flopping out his dick and masturbating in front of his roommate almost got the better of him, but he shook his head in disapproval. He stood up from the bed, and left the room without saying anything.

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Laying on the long chair of Doctor Schäfer's office, Jason looked up at the ceiling pensively. The room was quiet, the atmosphere was calm. However, Jason felt like he was swimming in a loud crowd of thoughts. Like imaginary voices calling out to him, some exerted raging anger, others echoed depressing sobs, and some were just idle lustful craze. He was astray, losing the ability to delimit the boundaries of sanity. He felt afloat on a raft in the middle of the sea hoping he'd eventually drift ashore before he gets engulfed by the unstoppable waves under a brewing storm.

"... and I can't stop thinking about him... Day and night... it's like I'm falling down into an endless pit with a certainty that I'll not never get out of."

Jason could hear the pen of the psychologist write onto a pad, its own echo bouncing on the walls repeatedly like it was meant to stay haunting him. After a few second, the scratching of the pen on the notepad stopped and the man sighed.

"Perhaps, changing your environment would be a good place to start, mister Kelly. You share too many bad memories and feelings within this room."

Jason didn't say anything.

"But... I'm scared... I don't want to forget about him... but, at the same time, I do... I just wish there was a way to get back to how things were... I would act differently... I would tell him that... that..." Jason's voice was dropping, loosing itself in the void of the room.

"Life is going forward, not backward, mister Kelly. Everybody does mistakes and everyone has to get through with the consequences. Let's start with this: for the next week, go to the registrar and make that room change you intended to do last week."

"I could... do that..."

The session ended. Jason stood up from the soft chair and handed his hand to the psychologist for a handshake. The student left the office with a slow step. Perhaps he should discuss more about the rage he kept buried inside him on his next appointment. There was so much he wanted to talk about that he couldn't fit it all in one meeting, especially on his first one.

As Jason was about to arrive to his lonely room after the meeting with the college psychologist, he was half-surprised, half-bothered to see Leon waiting by his door. However, as displeased as he was to see the guy, Jason couldn't help but feel something odd looking up at his High School friend. First, it was the first time he saw him with a short blond beard. Second, the look on his face was one he's never seen on the jock's usually confident face. He looked... stressed out.

"Jason, matey! A've gotta talk to ya!"

"What is it now, Leon?" He sighed in exasperation.

"Huh... can A' come inside? A' can't really talk about that here..."

Jason shot him an unimpressed look. Really? Was he going to ask him a blowjob like he did in High School?

"Please, Jason! It's... kinda important!" Leon insisted, almost begging, his hands gripping around his old friend's arm.

Jason's body tensed upon the feeling. He looked at the blond, whose eyes really showed worry. While Jason would have wanted to never see him again, he took pity on his acquaintance and offered him to come inside. Relief crossed Leon's face and the instant Jason opened the door, the tall blond pushed them inside hastily before closing the door shut. The musician sighed.

"What is it, Leon?"

Leon turned toward him, anxious.

"You were at the station this weekend, right? Eric told me this morning."

"So what?"

"What did they tell you about Michael?"

Jason frowned and his heart pained upon hearing Michael's name. He couldn't help but remind himself how Michael and Leon must have fooled around on his very bed just here. As a jealous rage was about to resurface, Jason's kind-hearted self couldn't help but calm him down. There was concern in Leon's voice, on his face. Looking in the taller guy's eyes, he couldn't help but notice the same look as in Officer Dial's eyes when he was interrogated. Leon knew something he did not.

"They told me the beast was after him..." Jason said, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Ja-Ja... it's not after him..." Leon said with a voice which gave Jason shivers running down his spine. "Michael is the beast."

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A PING alerted Tim to look at his phone. He's received yet another message from the guy he's been texting on Tinder for a while. With Kevin back, he was glad to have finally gotten rid of the nerd. Plus, Kevin spent so much time with his new girlfriend that Tim could masturbate in the room alone almost as much as he wanted. He already missed a few class since he got assaulted in the bathroom by the freak, but he didn't really care anymore. He was so much better and good than the others that he'd pass the class anyway.

On his cellphone, Tim replied to the anonymous stranger. While this one was a few years older than him, he still looked in great shape. Tim didn't like to admit it... but CoX_guy92 was handsome. This stranger said he looked for either a hookup or a date. That was perfect. Tim didn't want anything more than a good fuck, especially with a guy. After all, he wasn't gay... Maybe straight-curious, but definitely not gay...

Due to his inhuman cock, Tim couldn't send him a dick pic like he would have wanted to, to lure the guy. However, he sent a bulge pic with his impressive equipment inside his boxers. If it weren't for that stranger saying he was a total submissive bottom, Tim would have cut this conversation short. He's ever been the alpha male, the dominant one in bed, and he'd never get himself to a degrading position like Jason had forced on him. That fat nerd who literally raped him. He should have denounced the freak to the registrar, but he didn't want people to know that he got pummelled into submission by a fag...

Cox_guy92 sent him a message that he will be off work only by Tuesday morning, but that he'd be ready for a hookup by the end of the afternoon. Heh. Even though Tim wanted a fuck now, he guessed he could still wait a day. After all, he didn't want to look like a slut begging for release. The address wasn't far from college, about a 30 minutes walk at worst. Plus, he craved to romp and move. Perhaps he should go to the gym and pump some iron for today, just to make sure he'd be big and pumped and manly by the time of his hookup on the next day. Yeah, that should do it.

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"What do you mean by Michael IS the beast?" Jason asked, a pain in his chest striking him.

"A'... Aye! Mate... we were fooling around in the locker room when, BAM, he changed into some friggin' monster!"

Jason looked at Leon, intrigued. As much as he didn't want to believe such nonsense, everything seemed to wrap up: the change of behaviour, the sudden growth spurt... Jason thought it was because of that. That was the reason why Michael changed. A glint of hope shone like a distant star through a sea of clouds. Maybe... there was still some part of Michael he could make him remember.

"Aye... A' think A'm becomin' one too, Ja-Ja..." Leon moaned.

Standing agape, Jason looked at his friend and assembled the pieces of the puzzle. Leon had never grown facial hair before and he did not remember him filling his clothes that much. Realization hit him: Leon was, just like Michael, changing into a monster as well... and as much as Jason would have wanted to run away, he couldn't help but stare, immobile, at Leon's growing bulge between his legs.

"That... must be why I'm always horny lately..." Leon said, sitting on Jason's bed, fondling overtly in front of his gay friend.

Leon's mouth opened slightly and Jason, maybe out of paranoia, could have sworn the guy's teeth looked sharper, the canines elongating. A maniacal laugh from Leon snapped Jason away from his intense gaze on the crotch.

"Bloody hell... A' can't fuckin' believe it..."

"Wha... b- believe what?" Jason stuttered, blushing.

Leon smirked and pulled out his erection from his shorts, showing all eight inches and a half of his swollen dick. While Jason remembered the dick he sucked a few times in High School, he remembered it didn't look that big back then. Nor did the glans looked cone-like: it should have been a large and almost roundish shape, like a mushroom top. Plus, there was so much precum leaking out of it that Jason wondered if he was literally orgasming right now, but he figured that wasn't the case. Leon jerked his head back with cocky confidence.

"I knew it! Ya're one as well, too!" Leon said after what seemed like an eternity.

"Wha... what? I'm what?!"

Leon moaned as more precum jutted out of his cock.

"A fuckin' monster... Ya're becomin' a fuckin' monster like me... Is it Michael?"

Jason's heartbeat quickened as his brain tried processing the information. The rage within him wanted to surface again.

"What are you talking about?! What is it about Michael?!"

"Fuck... Michael's like... a werewolf, maybe, matey? We had sex in the locker room and he bit me... Now, I'm changing... Did he bite you too?" Leon asked, unable to stop jacking off.

"No, he didn't! And we've never had sex! We've... we've just..."

"Fuck... then that means it's not the bite..."

Jason gasped and his heart skipped a beat. He reminded the moment where Michael assaulted him and he compared the event to what he's been told of Michael and Leon...

"It's the cum..." Jason stated in disbelief, on autopilot.

"Fuck..." Leon whispered in ecstasy, quickening his masturbation pace, the slick noise increasing.

Despite the boner down his pants, Jason forced himself to think at the events of the past. Michael started acting weird after going at the club with Kevin. No, it was before that. His brain gears worked overtime and went back at the day they went at the club together with Kevin and his despicable roommate. He had found Michael in the same bathroom that was rumoured to be where the beast appeared two days after. Would that be where it started? And, maybe, Jason's thoughts went all the way back to the first day of school: at the Back-to-School party. He didn't know Michael much prior to that, but could it be that this was the beginning of it all? After all, while he was with Leon and Eric, Michael had gone to the bathroom then...

"Aye, matey... you're boned..." Leon giggled like a drunken goof.

Jason's train of thoughts came to an abrupt stop when he saw Leon move closer to him, dropping on his knees. The taller student looked up seductively at Jason as he tried to free the boner the musician had in his pants.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jason asked, stepping back and watching Leon fall on all fours.

"Testin' your theory, matey." Leon slurred, his eyes and brain fogging up as he gave into lust.

"Stop it! We can't just fool around like this! Let's say you're right, I don't want to... to... damn it! Leon! Stop it!" Jason exclaimed as his friend kept trying to undo his pants, pressing him against the wall.

"Aye! We're both probably doomed anyway... an' A'm the one goin' to suck ya..."

Jason hesitated. After all, he's never had Leon to suck him off in High School as it was more of a oneway kind of relationship for that matter. Trembling, Jason hesitantly let the guy do his work. Leon unbuttoned the pants and slipped them down to the floor, revealing an erection that was so big that it was peeking out of the briefs.

"Aye, matey... Ya're packin' a big one!"

Jason blushed and muttered a coy "thank you". Leon's head went for the bone and engulfed half of the eight incher with gluttony. Jason's head hit the wall as his whole body tensed. The sensation felt good. Unlike the time where Timothy sucked him off, there was an eagerness to not only suck the cock but to actually please the receiver. Just like Jason always cared on making the sensation the most pleasurable possible for Leon before, Leon took example like a pupil to his teacher. Jason's eyes closed in peacefully intense pleasure and a new, yet instinctive, gyrating of his hips made him take the reins. His hands gently laid down on Leon's head and coursed through the blond hair that seemed faintly lighter than usual.

The instant he came, Jason braced himself against the wall and cried in bliss, filling Leon's mouth with more than a share of cum. The blond grew nauseous almost instantly. He's never blown anyone before and the taste of cum almost made his throw up... but he found a new lucid addiction for it. A sharp cry escaped Jason's lips as his whole body welcomed the rush of hormones with a cadging desire.

The flip-flops he had on, because his shoes became painfully constricting recently, showcased the rapidly growing hair on top of the feet. A swelling of the flesh and a growth of the bones left the feet to stretch further than what the footwear could hold. The straps snapped as his feet grew past a size twelve, only stopping by a wide size fifteen, completely dwarfing over the now unusable flip-flops. Leon's eyes bulged out as he realized Jason was changing in front of him. He backed away as the cock expanded and lengthened down his mouth, falling on his butt as he watched Jason literally growing in front of him. Six feet two gave place to six feet four quickly. The t-shirt Jason wore now looked too short on him. A thin gap of hairy skin displayed the bottom of his soft paunch to Leon... and he wasn't done growing.

Six feet four became six feet five. Jason felt nauseous from the amount of vertigo this point of view gave him. His arms and hands hit the wall behind him, trying to get some hold from the shrinking room around him. At his feet, he could see Leon, which only six feet four, he now outgrew. Jason gasped. He outgrew Leon.

"Holy... holy shit!" Leon cried, losing himself to his own orgasm, his fleeting hand losing control of his masturbation and aiming the shooting canon all over himself.

His growth stabilizing at six feet and a half, Jason looked down at himself, his thickening thighs swelling to the point his pants would probably not fit him anymore. Hell, they didn't cover his ankles anymore before he just grew, so if they still fitted around his improved thighs, he figured they'd barely cover half his calves. Fearfully, Jason gasped as he saw his multiplying dark hair lighten up a little on his legs. He brought his arms promptly in front of him and noticed that through the dark hair covering him there was a few specks of greyness coming through. A loud tear caught his attention. Jason felt a breaking resistance as he looked down at his hands. Right behind him, his lats and back flared, gaining width enough to split the seams around his shoulders.

Jason looked down, worried his dick might have changed like Tim's... and the thought hit him like a truck. Tim was infected. His aggression was probably part of why he acted as he did two days ago, albeit it didn't excuse him for how much of an ass he was for raping him. The sounds of complaints and more tearing sounds alerted Jason.

"Oh... fuckin' hell, mate..."

At his feet, sprawled on his back, Leon was changing before his eyes as well. The man actually grew a bit taller, and his clothes grew too tight to bear his growing frame. Leon's shirt slipped upward and showed off his abs, growing a thicker coat of light, almost white, blond hair. The smile on the goof's face stretched furthermore as he burst into chuckles. The beard he had stretched longer, passing two inches, then three, then four, then some more, losing a bit more of its colour with every further inch it grew. Leon's feet hit the wall on either sides of Jason's legs and big, slightly clawed toes burst out of his more than burdened shoes.

"Oopsie... Guess it didn't go as planned..." Leon giggled again like dumb fool.

"What the hell?! Leon! I... I can't go out like this!" Jason cried in a scare, recollecting himself and taking in his changed body.

"Meh... just buy bigger clothes, mate."

"What the HELL is wrong with you and your little jock of a brain?! I can't go to class almost a foot taller! And how many pounds heavier! I look like... I look like..."

"Like a beast?" Leon smirked, scratching at his plumper balls.

"Like a monster on drugs!" Jason blasphemed, furious.

"Heh... Michael was much bigger than ya." The blond chuckled, helping himself up with Jason's bed.

"This is not a competition, Leon! This is real life! Oh my God... We have to do something!"

"Speaking of doing somethin'... A' could really use a fuck, now, matey..." Leon teased, turning around and exposing a pair of asscheeks that looked like two solid melons covered in blond hair.

For a moment, Jason couldn't pull his eyes away from his High School friend offering himself on a silver plater. Jason was at loss for words, his inexhaustible penis hardening to full mast yet again. He's never got to fuck someone before... but as tempting as that was, he closed his eyes and brought his new, bigger, hands to his face in denial.

"Th- That's not it! God damn it! Leon!" Jason stuttered, turning away. "That's it, I'm... calling the cops..."

"What?" Leon jerked up, brought out of his fog of lust. "No! You can't do that!"

"Just watch me!" Jason threatened.

Leon jumped at him and pushed his wrists apart, preventing him to do anything. Jason felt the fire within him trying to take control, but Leon was still stronger than him. After all, Leon's musculature did grow with him.

"Ya really want to spend the rest of your days in a cell, mate?!" He asked with a hint of perkiness and fright.

Jason's tensed muscles relaxed a little as hesitation swept over him.

"No... not really..."

"Then don't tell anyone!"

"But..."

"Listen up, matey! I was dragged into a cell all weekend and it's a miracle if I'm out of there, now! We've got to stay in the dark!"

Worry of an uncertain future twisted Jason's guts. As much as he wanted to do the right thing, he didn't want to be brought in a cell, a lab or who knew how much worse. His muscles gave up on Leon's grip, who went from constricting to hugging him in a warm brotherly embrace. Actually, the brief instant when Jason bigger than Leon was a thing of the past as he was almost looking at him straight in the eyes, now. Looking at his High School friend's eyes, Jason shivered. The eyes had almost completely left the greenish tint to adopt a yellowish hue. In reflection, Leon saw Jason's eyes leave their brownish colour to take a golden tint. Playfully, trying to soften up the mood, Leon licked Jason's slightly pointy ear. His friend growled, easing himself out of Leon's embrace.

"Just... leave me alone." Jason discouragingly muttered with an annoyed gesture.

Leon whimpered audibly and stepped back, doleful. The blond shoved back his softening bobbing dick inside his shorts, still fitting but now bulging out obscenely. He pulled away the scraps of shirt, depicting his hairier and increasingly muscled torso. Without removing his torn shoes from his feet, Leon left the room without saying a word back at Jason.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The instant Leon came back to his room, he figured Eric was in the bathroom as the door was closed. There was no trace of the guy in the small dorm room. It dawned on him that the lack of his presence this weekend had turned the room in a pig sty. While Leon wasn't fond of cleaning up, he still had a few standards. For instance, he hated to see Eric pile up empty beer cans and dishes around his computer. Perhaps, he should just leave the room and join the other members of the football team in the common lounge instead of staying up here with his mess of a roommate. If only he could have stayed with Jason a bit longer, perhaps they could have fooled around a little more...

And a striking thought hit Leon.

If Jason wasn't going to fool around with him... he would make so that Eric would. Despite the fear of sinking further into beasthood and the fallout it would bring, a nagging on Leon's consciousness kept telling him he should just make Eric... into a beast like them. As if responding to an imaginary voice, the malicious teen's dick twitched inside the shorts. Controlled by this dominating lust, Leon walked toward his roommate's computer by which rested a lone half-emptied beer can amid a pyramid of empty ones. Fishing his cock out, Leon was slightly taken aback by the slight difference it exhibited compared to what he was used to. It was a bit redder like it was sore and the foreskin over the head was almost completely pulled down like it had melted down. Nonetheless, he gently rubbed it up and down, closing his eyes and imagining what a beast Eric would become. Holding his cock's slightly pointy tip above the can, Leon could already feel himself precumming a little, dripping drop after drop of seminal fluid inside the container.

The shower stream suddenly stopped. Leon shoved his male equipment right back into his shorts, having quite a bit of difficulty doing so. He left the computer station of his roommate and went for his bed, taking his phone he left on the nightstand, finally charged. Eric came out of the bathroom, in the nude, oblivious to Leon's presence. However, the chubby footballer shrieked in surprise when he realized his roommate was there.

"What the fuck, bro?! Don't you have a class at this time?!"

"Aye! I knew I was forgetting something!" Leon startled, jumping out of his bed.

Suddenly, his shorts' fly broke apart and his boner swung out in front of him shamelessly.

"Dude! What the fuck!" Eric cried in disgust. "Were you jacking off or what?!"

"Huh... yeah... huh... sorry..." He blurted out, actually blushing of embarrassment, trying to shove the too big organ inside his shorts.

An odd yet powerful musk hit Eric, who shook his head in dismissal, walking toward his computer station.

"Whatever, bro... Just don't... flung it out in my face! Go in the bathroom if you gotta do that!"

Leon giggled a little, going for the room in recluse. Just before closing the door, a distant piece of his mind relished in joy at seeing Eric take a sip of his beer.

"What the fuck!" The guy spitted out in disgust. "Fuckin' warm beer!"

Leon closed the door and feverishly masturbated, knowing it was only a matter of time before Eric joins them now. "Fuck, that'll be so hot!" He thought, jerking off faster, moaning. Cares and worry easily slipped out of his consciousness as Leon was rewritten entirely, living for perversity. He was going to spike Eric's beers, his drinks, perhaps even his food. Perhaps he should do the same with Jason. Even better, he could do it with the entire football team. Leon bit his inferior lip, keeping himself from making too loud noises, although he was none the wiser that the door, onto which his broad shoulders were leaning on, was actually moving with each of his frantic beatings. A sudden odd sensation at his dick made Leon quite intrigued. Looking down at his penis with perverse pleasure, Leon grew disconcerted as it started changing shape within his grasp.

"What the..."

Larger and larger, the base of the cone-like shaft was growing more and more sensitive, swelling like he had a large ball stuck inside. Leon cried in surprise as the sensations grew alien. The more he masturbated, the redder the shaft grew. The narrow tip of his partly covered glans pointed further as precum started oozing down messily like a broken faucet on the floor tiles. The dividing line between the glans and the shaft was no more, like it had become a unified, much more sensitive, red gigantic glans. Leon whimpered as a thicker ring of furry flesh tightened around the base of the big fat knot he was developing, partly holding itself up against his hairy waistline so that his cock was pointing slightly upward. With a piercing cry of bliss, Leon ejaculated all over the bathroom. Each shot made the hair surrounding his junk lose more of their blondish colour until it became as white as the load he kept spraying around. After several minutes of the most intense orgasm of his life, Leon smirked, knowing exactly what he had to do.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Hey there, Alphamale99." The stranger, CoX_guy92, greeted Tim at his apartment door.

"Sup." He blatantly said, quickly entering the apartment before anyone could see him in the staircase.

"Got off work and finally got some sleep. We're kinda all in a rush right now."

"Sure. (Whatever.) Say, bro, wanna fuck right now?" Tim asked without tact like he's been waiting for this moment for a while.

The host let out a chuckle, one to which Tim did partake in. The man was a little older than Tim, but he still looked quite young, especially with his clean-shaven face. He had green eyes shining like emeralds which didn't seem new to the unfolding events.

"Younger guys always make me laugh with their libido." He said with a manly smile despite his younger-looking features. "You want something to drink first?"

"Actually, if you have a beer... or anything with booze, it'd help a bit."

As a good host, he showed Tim the small living room before heading to his fridge, taking out a beer can and handing it to the 'straight guy'.

"First time?" The man asked, taking one himself.

"With a guy, yeah." Tim shrugged.

The stranger gave him a reassuring smile which only seemed to annoy Tim with more discomfort.

"Just relax. It's always a bit stressing on the first time. I've been there too, you know?"

Tim wanted to give a stark reply, but he held himself from doing it. He didn't want to go through the dating app and find another guy eager to be fucked if he pissed this one off. He needed to get off NOW.

"If that can help... you can pretend that I'm a girl." The man offered seductively. "Perhaps, would you prefer me to blow you instead of doing anal?"

"No!" Tim spitefully blurted out, before recomposing himself. "Huh... I mean... I've done it before and it's not... quite my thing..."

That was a lie... but how else would he let on to someone to suck a big inhuman dick? Tim winced and had to move a little to place his cock with another angle. The big red thing in his pants was so sensitive... was it like how circumcised guys felt all the time? However, he was the bigger victim here: he had a WHOLE dick that felt like uncovered... and he couldn't let anyone see it. Tim was redoubting his idea of giving in to fuck a guy... but if he fucked "doggy-style" then perhaps the guy wouldn't see his misshapen dick?

"I want..." Tim grimaced, not believing he was about to say such an unmanly thing. "I want to fuck your ass..."

The man smirked, amused to see the so called 'straight guy' playing it tough. Actually, these were among his favourites, hence he hoped they would hook up. Alphamale99 was a tank of muscles and if the virility was so much omnipresent as a young adult, how will he be in a few years?

"Alright then." The host dismissed, putting his can down before leaning on Tim.

Stunned by the seductive yet immersive approach of his hookup, Tim's eyes opened wide when he felt this stranger's lips meeting with his own. Tensing up, he pushed the guy away in disgust. However, as opposed as his mind was to his body, his much more sensitive boner grew to full mast in a matter of seconds. The host looked at Tim like he was analyzing his actions.

"No kissing!" Tim declared sternly, before remembering he had to play the part cool if he wanted to score tonight. "Not until I give you the permission to!"

Tim felt some relief when the guy bought it, giggling.

"Alright... sir."

Sir... he liked that. Tim's ego inflated like a balloon and he puffed his chest in superiority.

"Where's your room, little guy?"

Even though this stranger was a little bit taller than him, Tim was much more muscled and manlier in his opinion... although he couldn't deny this man had decent shape nonetheless.

"Just follow me, sir."

The host stood up from the couch. Tim followed him on into a darkened room, think curtains blocking the light from entering in the bedroom.

"Lights on or dimmed, sir?"

Tim's eyes studied the room, flickering a touch of yellow before going to their usual colour. Even though the room was dimmed with the lights closed and the sunset barely lighting the room, he could see clearer than he ever did. He noticed a pair of handcuffs on the nightstand.

"Dimmed." He commanded. "Say, you into handcuffs?"

The stranger's face grew intrigued by the question until he traced Tim's eyes to the object on the furniture.

"Oh... well... yeah... you can say that." The older man replied, losing his smile for a moment as a light frustration painted on his face. "But they're for my..."

Tim pushed the man on the bed, who yelped in surprise, falling on his stomach.

"You didn't say sir." Tim cockily said.

"Oh... right, sir, huh?"

"For your punishment, you're gonna have to tie yourself to the bed, face down." Tim commanded, using his dominating assets.

"Huh... you're sure you want..."

"Faster than that!"

"Sir... Yes, sir..."

Tim grinned. This was going to be easy.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fallout!

Watch it!

The fallout!

The aftermath is unavoidable

An avalanche of consequences strike!

S'this the destiny of unbreakable:

Mankind, watch out for your head's on a spike!

Fallout!

Watch it!

The fallout!

Signs of a society in decline

Rumours of forgotten Gods will come out!

You can't unsee it: t's'the finishing line

The evils of underworld will break out!

Fallout!

Watch it!

The fallout!

"Stop it!" A powerful voice scolded over the music.

Everyone eventually stopped playing and turned to the edgy bassist. Struggling to play with his new bigger hands, Jason still managed to adapt himself. However, the lyrics the first-year signer sang flickered like an annoying scree to his ears and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"You're not on pitch, Paul! You're too flat!" Jason growled at the singer.

"Whoah! Calm down, Jason!" Andrei defended their fellow bandmate. "It's still our first group rep..."

"Hey, I'm just trying to help him! He has to know so that he can correct it for next time!" Jason justified.

Jason always had the absolute ear for pitch justness. However, probably part of the changes he's undergone recently, this blessing became a curse of its own as it intensified the shrieking sensations of flats and sharps. As a result, his muscles tensed and threatened to split the seams of the new clothes he's just got from the lost and found counter of college. Hell, he was lucky enough to find an old pair of worn out shoes that could fit him.

The growth spurt was a more difficult matter to hide among his music peers, so he slouched down and said his new shoes simply increased his apparent height. Still, he wasn't sure for how long they'd buy it. He shaved this morning with the electric razor his dad had given him before leaving home and he could already feel the bristle growing back. His nail problem required a bit of a thinking. He tried cutting them, but they were growing back in points in a matter of hours, so he just said he was trying a new style with black nail polish, giving him a look between a rebel and a goth.

"There are better ways to do it!" The guitarist appeased.

"If you think you could have done better, you should have tried singing!" The singer retorted, upset from the critic.

"Now, now! Stop this arguing and start over at the top!" The teacher supervising the band intervened. "Jason, don't stop again!"

"Can't help it I have absolute ear..." He grumbled to himself.

The next time, the singer was too sharp and the guitarist was off-tempo. "What a group of middling performers..." At least, the drummer kept his beat and the pianist was pretty good at catching up for the two deadweights of the band. Perhaps, Jason's headache was due to a lack of sleep. The throbbing boner that kept him up for a good part of the night haunted him. He feared touching himself would cause further changes after what happened with his High School friend. Leon had texted him a few times since, telling him how horny he was and that he couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't attend class anymore and all he could think of, apart from sex, was eating and lifting. That was wrong. That was sick. He needed help. Hell, THEY needed help. It couldn't continue like this. His mind went to Timothy, fearing what he'd might have done to Kevin. Oh no...

As the practice came to an end, Jason hurried outside to text Kevin before he was cornered by Andrei, concerned.

"What's up with you today, Jason? You've been edgy all fuckin' practice!"

"Sorry, I've... been thinking about a lot of things, lately..."

"I can see that! What happened since last concert? You literally blew up! You're huge, dude!"

Jason shivered, feeling blood pumping into his cock. So they DID notice it after all... or at least Andrei noticed it. A repressing growl escaped Jason's lips.

"Uh... I don't know, Andrei..."

"Dude, look, I'm not judging you... but keep it down a little. You're a good lad and I don't want the teachers to kick you out for having attitude."

Jason felt all nine inches of his erection pressing against the front of his new pants. The bassist put his instrument case vertically in front of him like a pillar onto which he'd hang on, but also as a barrier so that the drummer couldn't see the lewd bulge inside his pants. He was lucky enough to find clothes that fit him at the lost and found desk. Even though he found these sneakers to fit nicely on his new bigger feet... he could almost feel them getting slightly tighter as the hours ticked by.

"Fuck, am I still changing?" He thought. Only one week ago, he was a very average, albeit a little chubby, five foot nine guy. Now, he was pushing six feet and a half in height. Even his feet were at least six sizes beyond what he usually wore. Plus, his cock had grown a fair bit as well, albeit not looking as odd as Leon's was getting from the last time he's seen him. As if it was enough, Jason's previously unapparent muscle mass had filled out like he's been hitting the gym and playing sports for a while. Hell, his body hair had grown out of control and it was starting to show greyish spots. Even though he was just nineteen, he was starting to look at least two decades older!

And now, he looked down at the drummer. Quite a bit down, actually. Fuck.

"Anyway... I'm going to practice my part a little. See you around, man."

Jason watched his classmate walking away, pensive. A thought of sharing his cum with the Russian guy crossed his mind, but he shucked it away. He wouldn't give in to these selfish and primal thoughts of his. Sadly, that was probably what Michael was struggling with when he scooped a handful of his corrupted cum and shoved it into his mouth.

"Michael..." Jason whispered with gloominess.

Grabbing his bass case, the musician thought about the advice of the psychologist he attended a session with: he should move out of the room he used to share with Michael. Perhaps he should move in a new dormitory building and enter a new frat entirely. Maybe he should try getting in Leon's frat. At least, he wouldn't be alone to suffer this descent, this unclimbable slope, to the inevitable fallout. And as the feeling of loneliness hit him again, the thoughts of corrupting other people eased its way into his mind, making Jason stop in his movements. However, as much as he wanted to express rage toward these thoughts, a guilt eased its way in his consciousness.

"Is this... why Michael infected Leon and I?" He pondered. "Was it only because of the sex? Or did he feel... alone?"

As it left him to wonder, Jason went for Leon's room. He had to see Leon again and ask him to tell more about what Michael told him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Timothy couldn't deny it anymore: the sex with a guy was better than with girls. Never did it feel so pleasurable, even though he had a condom on. After all, gays were supposed to be full of disease and Tim didn't want to risk himself catching one... or to risk dirtying his dick within this ungodly tight hole. At least, with the guy facing away while handcuffed in the dark room, Tim didn't run any risk of being spotted as with a big wolf dick. Wolf dick. The thought echoed on his mind like a looping soundtrack. He was an alpha male, an alpha wolf, and this worthless bitch was nothing more than a laughable hole to satisfy his superior needs. This dick was a blessing to represent how much of an alpha he was. It only fuelled his ego to inflate like a hot-air balloon.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding about having a big dick!" The bottom moaned, before having his head shoved down in a pillow, his wrists tied to the headboard.

"It's SIR. Respect your alpha, fuckin' slut!" Tim snapped, his thrusts growing aggressive and faster, caring only for his egoistic pleasure.

He didn't know wether the cries of the bottom were of pleasure or pain, or both, but he didn't care the slightest. This was making him so hot and horny, establishing this dominance. He was the manly man: the virile one. Fuck yeah.

"I'm gonna bust soon, fuckin' toy!"

"C- Cum for me, sir!"

"Fuckin' right, you... fuckin' piece... of... OH! SHIT!" Tim cried as the ass grew tighter and tighter around the base of his cock, like it was slipping out.

"What... What's that... OHHH!" The stranger gasped as Tim forcefully buried the inflating knot inside his ass.

The man under Tim moaned as he came himself, handsfree from the pummelling of his prostate and the swelling shoved inside him. Tim fell on top of the guy's back idly during the afterglow. His mouth hung opened, drool dripping on the bushier beard he was growing right then, even slobbering on top of this man's shoulder. More coarse hair grew out of Tim's face, itching his hookup's neck as he grew just big enough to be even in height with the six foot tall guy... although he outmatched him by a massive amount of muscles worth of an avid bodybuilder. His back flared out, more brown hair grew on it, starting from the shoulders all the way down his shoulder blades.

The cracking and stretching of his muscles and bones felt so good that Tim was let down when it ended up so soon. The man under him told him he had a hard time breathing with this hunky top atop of him. Tim groaned, feeling quite good to be buried deep inside the guy's ass and to rest on this worthless pile of flesh and bones. The student tried to pull free... but it just wouldn't come out: he was STUCK.

"Fuckin' fag... let me pull my dick out!" Tim jerked.

"I... What's... happening?"

"You're... too... fucking... tight!"

The top stopped pulling out, the bottom's hands gesturing him to stay put. Tim whimpered as his hookup slowly helped him to pull out, stretching and loosening his ass nice and slowly like he wasn't new to shove incredibly thick material inside his ass. Once the bulbous knot was out, Tim whimpered and pulled the rest of the red shaft, falling heavily on his ass, panting.

"Is that... a wearable?" The handcuffed man asked, looking behind him to see the guy's dick, barely perceptible in the dimmed room.

"What? Huh... yeah... like a condom..." Tim replied as macho as he could, moving away to hide the thing dangling between his legs, still hard.

Tim realized that the actual condom he's put over the red thing had broken apart, probably because of the swelling of his cock... or because of the massive load it just couldn't contain... or both.

"Fuck... you should have told me you were into that... I would have loosened up a little before..." The guy said, half-displeased, but half-pleased with the surprise.

Tim stood up, taking the condom off and put his pants back on. He didn't know what a wearable was he didn't want to know. "Probably some freakish fag thing." He thought. Oddly enough, his dick seemed to be shrinking, like it was sinking into him. He feared this was some kind of other fag curse or something... until he realized that he's grown a fur-surrounded sheath atop his large ballsack... just like an animal. He glanced down in fear, gawking at how inhuman his junk was becoming... but at least, it wouldn't rub its sensitive flesh against everything anymore, now.

"Fuckin' freak..." He murmured to himself in astonishment.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, huh... whatever..."

"I'm Charles, by the way." The stranger said.

Tim sneered at him, telling him his name. Charles smirked at him and gestured his tied hands to the headboard.

"Cool. Can you unshackle me now? My wrists are hurting a bit..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The knocking on the door pulled Eric out of his concentration. Despite the insisting boner he was fondling in his jock, the footballer still played his computer game with nonchalance. Making sure the coast was clear, the gamer stood up and went to the door, before noticing the beer can thick bulge he sported right now. Eric wheezed in stupefaction and went for the pair of shorts he dismissed in the middle of the room earlier. Shirtless, he went for the door and was taken agape by the tall guy that stood by the door, barely fitting in the frame height-wise and width-wise.

"Hey... Uhh... Eric, have you seen Leon?"

"Ja... Ja-Ja?! Is that you?!" The gamer gasped, barely recognizing the guy's face with the thicker stubble and lighter eye colour.

"Uhh... yes, it is... look, I know I might look... uhh..."

"Different?" Eric said in awe, not wanting to sound too blatant or discriminatory.

Still, Jason shivered at the word like he despised it.

"Yeah, uhh... different..."

"He... he left a while ago for class... or gym, maybe? I dunno. Wanna wait for him here?"

"If it doesn't take too long, sure..."

Jason walked into the room and Eric could only admire the man that only a few days ago was smaller. What was it with everyone growing so big and bearded so suddenly, lately? It started with Michael, then with Leon and now Jason too? Did someone dropped a jar of growth hormones in the cafeteria food or something? And why didn't it happened to him as well? Eric shrugged it off with a sigh and absentmindedly fondled his boner to a better position.

"Say, wanna play the game I wanted to show you the other day? I'm getting bored of this one." The gamer offered, looking at the closed TV.

"Sure, if you want..."

"It's the new Fallout. You know that one, right? Haven't had the time to play it yet, but I've heard it's got a multiplayer mode, finally."

The irony of the game title made Jason chuckle sourly.

"Fallout... Yeah, I've heard of it. I just never played the series."

"Well, I was supposed to play with Leon for a while now, but ever since Michael had joined the football team, he only had eyes for the guy." Eric blurted out with a bit of bitterness... until he's got to blush. "Well... fuck... I mean... They were always out to the gym or together... and even now Leon's always who knows where..."

Jason looked at him with uncertain eyes. Was Eric jealous of the late bond between Leon and Michael before this last one disappeared? The chubby student's unconscious hand left his bulgy crotch as he went for his computer station.

"Just get yourself a seat and I'm coming up."

Eric exited the game on his computer. A quick glance at the beer can on the desk reminded him of the inextinguishable thirst that seemed to affect him for the past two days. At least, Leon was kind enough to bring over a few drinks when he was getting thirsty like a parched lawn under the crippling sun. He downed the last of his beer and, again, it tasted odd. Perhaps it was just a bad batch? However, at how much they costed him, he couldn't let it get to waste. The gamer put the empty can back on his computer desk with a distorted metallic sound. Stunned, he realized he actually crushed the can under his fleshy hand. He frowned, knowing he's always had good control over his strength, but he shrugged it off and belched loudly in nonchalance. Joining Jason by the small TV, Eric prepared the console, then threw his guest a controller.

"Want a beer?" Eric asked.

"I... uhh... why not..." Jason accepted.

He's never been fond of alcohol before, but with everything happening to him in the past few days, he figured it'd might help him to throw his cares away. Eric handed him a can that was already opened by his nightstand.

"Uhh... Did you... drink in this one?" Jason asked, skeptical.

"No, I don't think so." Eric shrugged, dropping his thick ass next to Jason on his bed. "Leon opened up a couple too many before leaving earlier."

Jason rolled his eyes. Leon would never stop being a dumb jock apparently. He took a sniff of the can and a strange acidic muskiness hit his nostrils. Curious, he went to took a sip of it... and a nausea hit him almost instantly. A nausea he was... getting familiar with.

"Fuck no..." Jason pushed the can away from his face with a mix of scare and disgust, anticipating the worst.

"Heh, if you don't like it, it's fine. I'll take it." Eric chuckled at his guest's reaction.

"No, wait, Eric..." Jason looked at him with concerned eyes.

Too late, Eric had drowned half of his can already. Jason bit his tongue, feeling his own canines grow slightly longer in the meantime. Shit.

Jason's mind grew overwhelmed with conflicting and distant thoughts. He just had to give a look at Eric to wonder if the few bits of reddish stubble on his face were results of his exposure to a monster's infectious cum. Jason groaned as his bulge grew more blatant inside his pants. Well, Eric would make a fine... No! He had to control this! He couldn't... he couldn't...

"Fucking stupid bastard!" Jason spited between his clenched teeth at the absent Leon.

"What?" Eric frowned, looking at Jason standing up.

"Uhh... sorry, I was thinking of... uhh..."

Eric, despite having his hands holding tightly on his controller, sported an obvious erection inside his shorts. Jason felt his saliva thickening inside his mouth as perverse thoughts sneaked through his rational thoughts.

"You okay?" Eric asked, concerned about Jason's sudden behaviour.

"I... I really got to talk to Leon... the sooner the better..." Jason muttered before going for the door, about to leave the room.

"Hey! Ja-Ja! Wait!"

Jason stopped in his tracks and turned to the footballer whose ass was still sitting lazily on the bed. Dread filled Jason as Eric flopped out his boner in front of him.

"Let's keep it between us... but Leon told me earlier how good of a cocksucker you used to be in High School... Would you mind blowing me while you wait for him?"

Terror of the unfolding events gave place to a powerless self-angst. Jason brought his hands to his head as the line between sanity and insanity tensed and stretched to breaking point.

"Aren't you... straight?" Jason asked, suppressing the images displayed before his eyes as he tried exerting control over these foreign thoughts.

"Heh, I am, but a mouth's just a mouth, huh? Meanwhile, I can just play my game and I'll probably won't even see the difference."

Jason growled and threw an annoyed glare at the footballer whose hand was firmly wrapped around one of the thickest human cock he's ever seen. It had a modest length close to his previous six incher, perhaps a bit longer, but it shared a striking resemblance in size to all the beer cans sprawled around the small apartment. As much as Jason feared giving in, the traitorous boner inside his pants wanted otherwise. No! He couldn't cave in again! He was stronger than that! He had to think of something else!

"C'mon, Ja-Ja... Heh, does my size frighten you?" Eric asked with a playful smirk, challenging.

"No... that's... not it, Eric..." Jason muttered.

"Look, I'm not going to force you, but I'd be grateful if you'd help me out... as long as we keep it between us."

This dick was like no others. It was so large Jason felt a strange appealing to it, like a lucid curiosity. He didn't think cocks that large existed for real... but maybe it was just a result of Eric's infectious condition. A few moments passed and Jason couldn't help but give in, like his body was pulled with an invisible rope. There he was, on his knees between the footballer's legs. "Damn it! Jason! Get a hold of yourself!" His mind kept telling him, but to not avail.

Eric changed the multiplayer mode for solo mode and went on to play while the taller student went down on his pole. The game continued on for a while until the player had to actually pause the game for having a few too many problems on focussing. Jason's mouth grew sore from the repetitive up-and-down movement. He remarked Eric was lasting much longer than Leon while being blown. Unconsciously, his hand rubbed the boner snaking down his right thigh all the while he was sucking on Eric's dick.

"Wow... you're... huh... you're really good..." Eric moaned a bit louder as he did his best not to ejaculate so soon.

Jason doubled his efforts. Interestingly, he didn't feel his own changes resuming, so perhaps being on the receiver's hand was worst? Still, Eric didn't seem to change at all. Perhaps he misjudged it all and it was really just a bad case of beer. Jason's hands pushed down on Eric's thighs to keep him on the bed... until he felt Eric cry out loud, cumming down his gullet. Almost as instantaneous as previously experimented with Leon, Jason watched Eric's frame slightly expand in front of his awing eyes, confirming his doubts.

The footballer's shoulders snapped and widened. The reddish stubble on his face spread downward on his neck and the small covering on his chest blossomed like a flower, spreading across the two semi-hard slabs of pectoral muscles. Eric seemed to sink just a little on the bed as if his weight increased a little. The slight softness of the belly didn't go away, but it solidified furthermore, the round sphere growing firmer and denser by the second.

Jason's eyes bulged out as the intrusive penis inside is mouth thickened even more, surpassing the size of a beer can as well as gaining some more length. For a moment, Jason feared the organ would change anomalistically like Tim's or like Leon's, but as he pulled away, he realized it was size perfectly human-looking: it was just incredibly thick. Even though Jason anticipated his own changes, he realized they were not happening yet... and then a powerful queasiness feeling hit him like an uncontrolled spasm.

Like he was coming out of the water after a long moment without taking any breaths, Jason inhaled and felt his chest puffing out further and straining the t-shirt some more with every breath. The shoes felt just a tad tighter as his heels and ankles cracked and widened, struggling to fit inside the footwear. More grey hair grew amid Jason's short beard and arms. The remaining chub around his middle did not recede, but solidified, giving more the impression of a bloat rather than a proper gut.

Nevertheless, the quick changes Jason just had were not as intense and dramatic as when Leon had blown him. Perhaps, being on the receiving end induced more changes? Still, he remembered Leon going through his own share of changes after blowing him. Jason still felt nauseous from the cum intake, but he was confident his changes were over. If he had grown in height, it would be barely noticeable, fortunately. Jason was so close to cum... yet he pulled his hand away from his erection as a thought hit him. Maybe... it was the orgasm that stimulated the transformation, in the end. After all, it was after orgasming that he's seen Tim, Leon and now Eric grow beastlier.

"Whoah... that was... awesome..." Eric smirked, opening his eyes in afterglow.

He noticed the bulge in Jason's pants and with an indifferent face, he brought his bare foot to the concealed erection trapped in the garments, teasing and rubbing it playfully.

"Phew... you've got a big one too, bro." He whistled, impressed.

"Sto... stop it, Eric!" Jason stuttered. "Ah! Ahhhh...!"

Just like that, Jason cried as cum oozed out in his pants. With every contraction of his penis, Jason felt it. As if a drug was released in his whole system, his heartbeat increased to pump it throw his limbs. His muscles tensed, clenched and grew.

"Uhh... no... ahh... no...! Fuck... nngh..."

The t-shirt that grew tight earlier was now becoming too tight, so much it was starting to split around the augmenting trunk of his torso it couldn't completely cover anymore. Jason jumped to his feet, enormous claws breaking through the shrinking sneakers as the feet lengthened and widened furthermore than what a size fifteen could handle. Grey hair covered each toes as they made their way out of the shoes, one by one. Standing up, Jason refrained himself from screaming his hopelessness as he saw Eric and the world shrinking even more under his eyes.

"Holy... what the fuck!" Eric blurted out, eyes wide as goggles.

"Crap! I... just... Fuck! Just tell Leon to call me when he gets back!" Jason cried, running away for the door, hitting his head on the doorframe on his way out.

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Another sleepless night for Jason filled him with paranoia. Despite the tiredness that wanted to put his body to sleep, Jason forced himself to bear it. Scrolling on his phone and trying to occupy himself, he wanted to wait for Leon's call, but he's never received any from him and dawn was getting closer and closer. Jason trashed on his bed, feeling it creak and complain more and more as his weight seemed to increase through the night. Already, his feet were pushing farther and farther past the end of the bed, whatever the position he tried to adopt. He was still changing, growing, transforming.

"Ugghh... Fuuck... make... make it stop...!" He groaned as growing pains oddly brought him pleasure, making his growing erection leak copiously all over himself and the bed.

He swam in his sweat and cum soaked sheets, feeling and hearing his bones and muscles crack, stretch and grow. Every time he went to the bathroom, he was welcomed with his mortified face in the mirror. His hair had grown more specks of grey amid the darker forest. His skin seemed even paler than it was before, looking close to a corpse. His dark-circled eyes' iris had taken a honey-like colour, almost completely feral, and his ears had started to stretch higher, slowly taking the pointed shape of a wolf.

"I'm... becoming a werewolf..." Jason dreaded, averting his eyes from his reflection and returning to his room.

The sun was rising up at the horizon and Jason still feared to walk out of his room. This late growth spurt transformed him to the point where it was definitely not possible of muffling the changes anymore. His classmates had seen how big he was on the previous day during the practice and there was no way they'd believe him if he said he had another growth spurt since then: he was over a foot taller than what he used to be only a week ago, almost seven feet tall now and at least double his weight. He thought of texting Andrei to tell him he wouldn't go to class today because he was feeling sick. Jason grumbled as the thought of Andrei bending over and showing his ass to him stuck on his mind. The student shook his head and snatched his phone on the nightstand, knocking the lamp accidentally as he wasn't controlling his longer arms.

The instant he seized his phone, Jason noted how small it was getting in his hands now. It was like he was trying to use a kid's toy rather than a normal phone. The light emanating from the object made him realize how much hand hands had progressed through the night. The darker nails of the previous day had thickened up into small claws that had unintentionally scratched the screen protector all night. Plus, the dark hair he's recently grown on his hands was getting a little greyer as well. It was like he suddenly had aged a couple decades, looking at all the grey fur-like hair. Fur... Jason shivered.

Just then, when he opened the texting application, he realized he still hadn't send his message to Kevin. Unsure if Kevin was already awake, Jason took a chance and sent him the message he intended to send on the previous day.

'Hey, Kev, are you ok?'

He shouldn't wait for an immediate answer. It was early after all, barely past seven in the morning. Still, he waited patiently for a reply to pop up, doing his best to keep his clawed hands away from the throbbing tent his now eleven incher so proudly displayed under the sheets. When a notification alerted him, Jason felt the weight of worry dissipate slightly... elevated, to his dismay, by another spurt of precum oozing out of his dick, soaking the already multiply stained sheets.

'Sup dawg!'

'You're early'

'Yeah I'm fine, why'

'Idk...'

'Has Tim been acting weird lately?'

The wait for an answer was long and painful... just like the tower Jason so desperately tried to bury under the blanket. Jason was shivering and a forbidden part of his mind wanted for a positive answer, just so he could appease himself telling his friend his dark secret... and perhaps fucking him without having infecting someone on his consciousness.

'Not much different from usual tbh'

'Still the same asshole lol'

'He's been out last night though'

Jason sighed in relief and repositioned himself on the bed in a sitting position. It was getting small, smaller than it felt before the previous gloaming twilight. He was actually wondering how it supported him right now. His pillar-like thighs and his wide shoulders were so large that he was almost eclipsing the width of the bed itself.

'He hasn't done anything to you?'

It was a risky move, but it was still ambiguous enough.

'No'

'Why?'

'Did he do something to you?'

'Are you ok, bro?'

''???'

'I'm fine'

'Just worried'

He wanted to add he was horny and longing for a fuck, but Jason willed himself not to.

'If I can help you with something,

just tell me :-)'

While this almost made Jason cum on spot... it was enough to make Jason's eyes grow wet. He sniffled a little as he wanted to tell him how he felt, how everything around him seemed to fall apart. Of course, Kevin would always be there to help him out. Tears ran down his eyes as he started sobbing like a lost child fearing he'd never see his loved ones again. Jason's thoughts went back to his family: to the last time he's seen his father by the college door.

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FLASHBACK

"There you are, mon gars! Don't worry, I'll get your car back here safe and sound once it'll be repaired!"

"Thanks, P'pa."

"Hey, c'mon, Ja, give your P'pa a hug!"

"P'pa... we're... at school..."

"Heh, what's the matter? I'm so proud of you!"

"Stop it, P'pa! People... are staring!"

"Heh. You're so like your mother!" The older man chuckled, breaking the proud fatherly embrace on his son. "Too prude for anything!"

"Uh... I don't want... people to see me..."

"Hugging another man?"

Jason shrugged and didn't say anything. He wasn't even looking in his father's eyes.

"Still not admitting it, huh?" The man said, shaking his head in negatives.

"Admitting... what?" Jason blushed.

His father turned toward his truck. There were cars still waiting for him to move his vehicle from the landing parking. The man was about to hop back in when he talked to his son one last time.

"Just don't miss out opportunities in college, Jason. Look... we might not have been the best parents and we did stupid mistakes..."

He had a hard, yet apologetic face.

"We all do mistakes, and so will you. That's what make us human and that's how we can learn to be better. We just want you to be happy... and even if you're ' different '... just know we'll always love you, no matter what."

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Jason's thoughts moved then to the first night a beast was said to wander by the college campus. He remembered the call he's had from his worried mother in the middle of the night right just before Michael came back from the police station. It was like he finally existed for his family after all these years. It was like they knew all those years he was repressing his sexual orientation. It was like if they were accepting him after so many years of mockery about homosexuals, like if they were trying to make it up to him. Perhaps, their hypocrisy toward homosexuality was part of the mistakes his father hinted about.

Different. That's what he was and now... he was beyond different. He was... something else. Something that was barely clinging to humanity now... and he was, again, all alone. As much as being 'different' was taught to be a good thing in school, Jason couldn't bear the fact that it's always reminded him he was alone. His sobs grew louder and they lingered. He had fallen for his roommate, the first one he's ever really felt such a strong bond with and now Michael, just like everyone who stood by him despite his differences, was gone.

Opportunities. Countless times, Jason could have confessed his feelings, his secret and his insecurities, to Michael. If he hadn't been such a closed and timid guy, he believed things could have turned out differently. Even if Michael was bound to become that monster people now rumoured about, they could have been there for each other, together. The songs he's practiced with his bandmates replayed in his head. Songs about afflictions, breakdowns and degeneration, but also songs about love, hope and rebirth. If he had one, only one, more opportunity, he wouldn't miss it.

Love. The subtle memory of the Chief officer during his interrogation session emerged from his mind. Jason remembered the short remark of the old man stating how he persuaded his love interest to go out on a date with him with music and how they fell in love. He reimagined the hidden smile he perceived through the contractions of the man's facial muscles. Love was about showing his devotion to make someone else happy. Wether it was parental love or brotherly love, this indescribable feeling transcended the cold notions Jason fundamentally stuck to, since his teens, to shield himself from derogatory prejudices.

Jason's cries calmed down. He caught his breath slowly. He looked down at his phone and read the message he unconsciously wrote to Kevin:

'I miss Michael'

He pressed SEND. The vice straining his heart intensified... and like he's cleaned the rusty gears of his tormented past, he breathed in fully. He finally accepted it: he was undeniably in love with Michael. A few liberated chortles escaped his throat, realizing how dumb he's been for suppressing the feeling for so long. A few notifications popped on his phone and Jason looked at them.

'Don't worry, bro'

'I'm sure he's fine'

'Call it a 'bro' tingling '

Jason smiled. Kevin was such a kindhearted guy. A part of Jason almost wanted to make him a beast among their group as well... to make him a part of their pack... but he wouldn't. Jason shook his head, keeping firm ground between his emotions, his instincts, his actions and his judgement.

'Thanks, Kev'

'You're a good friend, Kev'

'I'll never forget how much of a good friend you were.'

The only thing on Jason's mind right now was Michael... and even though he told the officers he didn't know where Michael would be, he had a gut-feeling on where he would find him. Promptly, Jason stood up from his bed and put on what clothes could still fit him. He grabbed his acoustic bass case, made sure his car keys were in his pocket and left the room under the dawn of a new day.