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A Big Hole to Fill

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Of all the lecture halls on campus, Amberlin Hall had to be one of the largest. Even on cloudy days, silver light poured in through the six narrow horizontal rectangle windows situated above the amphitheater like seating that curved around the speaking area in a crescent shape. The desks were polished warm wood situated against dark grey carpeting on every level. It all looked down to a stage like platform for the professor with curved walls covered with dry erase scrawlings of their notes for the day. It was designed to allow a large number of students to focus on their learning and to give them a good foundation for the future, but as always it was far easier for Enrique Sosa to focus on something else entirely.

Enrique sat near the top of the lecture hall, his foot tapping impatiently, the tip of his pen tapping against the paper of his notebook in fruitless distraction. He was eighteen years old, three months into the college experience and he still hadn't been laid. It had been excruciating getting through high school. It was as if when puberty hit, someone had cranked up the dial on his libido and broken off the nob. He was insatiable, he was eternally horny, and he was gay - at least in theory. He had still been unable to put it into practice.

Hazel eyes surveyed the class around him, drifting from head to head. He envied the professor, able to look up and see all the faces of his classmates, to see their handsome faces, their wonderful bodies, to see the amazing variety that all came together in one place. He was lucky to attend one of the first integrated schools, allowing humans and elves and orcs and others to all share in the same learning experience, but it only gave him more types of men to fantasize about.

Enrique looked at one of his orc classmates, appreciating the heft of his shoulders, wondering what it might be like to kiss a man with tusks... and then he looked at the elf skater in the corner, the spikes of his mohawk as sharp as the points to his ears... and then he looked at the messy hair of one of the other humans, a human from the wrestling team. They were all hot, they were all amazing, and they all seemed so unattainable... at least through ordinary means. Enrique looked down at the screen of his laptop, having gone dark after being idle for so long. His reflection stared back, looking as horny and thirsty as ever. He was skinny, he was only five foot nine, his straight black hair was almost long enough to put in a ponytail but not quite... He wasn't much of anything, but he knew someone that could change that.

With as much stealth as he could manage, Enrique started scooting his desk over to the right, inching it toward another one of his classmates, a djinn. Unlike Enrique, Zayan had been focusing on the lecture. The warm recessed lights of the lecture hall glowed off of his lavender toned skin and sparkled off the gold earrings hanging from his pointed ears. His head had been shaved clean, contrasting with the black goatee that ringed his mouth before growing down into a braid that rested against the chest of his t-shirt sporting the emblem of a gorgon heavy rock metal band. The Djinn's pierced eyebrow rose as he realized how close Enrique was getting.

"Just one wish, please..." he whispered softly. Zayan grimaced.

"You're not supposed to ask the djinn students for wishes, it is against the rules." Zayan whispered back, not wanting to earn the ire of their professor.

"Come on... It isn't like it'll hurt anything... It's not about school or money or anything." Enrique pleaded. Zayan grimaced.

"We're not supposed to grant wishes about love either." he shot back. Enrique grinned his most charming grin.

"I'm not even wishing for love either... I just want one wish to make my college experience that much better, to fill this need I've had for so long... Come on Zayan." Enrique pleaded. The djinn glowered, realizing other people were starting to get distracted by their talking. Zayan turned, looking right at the human.

"If I grant you this wish, you swear to me you'll never ask for anything from me ever again? That you'll leave me alone during class?" he asked. Enrique's hazel eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded eagerly.

"I promise." he whispered. Zayan felt almost disgusted by himself, amazed that he was even considering giving in, but if it meant he could focus... he'd just have to teach Enrique a lesson for breaking the rules.

"What is your wish, mortal?" The djinn asked. Enrique inhaled slowly.

"I... wish that I had the perfect body to attract real alpha males, to be irresistible, to help them overcome any hesitation they might have to fill me and fuck me hard..." Enrique whispered. Zayan sighed slightly before he brought his hands together, closed his eyes and focused. There was a faint flash from the lights in the lecture hall and every laptop screen, a momentary burst before everything went back to normal. Enrique stared at Zayan expectantly, surprised when the djinn picked his pen back up and resumed writing his notes.

Enrique was about to say something when he felt an odd sensation beneath him. As much as the desks were built for ergonomics, the wooden seats did get tiring after a while. The discomfort and mild pain that Enrique had been feeling had gone away. Enrique tried shifting his weight, only to find his center of gravity had shifted... and was still shifting. Ever the distracted student, Enrique looked down at himself, realizing that he was slowly rising higher and higher in his seat. He reached down to get a feel, his eyes widening when he realized that his ass was getting bigger... and bigger... and bigger.

While some might have been shocked or outraged, Enrique started to grin. He clenched and unclenched his butt, feeling the muscle tone improving by the moment. He started to focus on it, feeling his sphincter getting stronger and stronger. His stomach gurgled a little bit as the baby fat melted away from his stomach, shrinking it down. Even his legs got leaner, leaving the muscle but sending the fat to his ass.

Blood rushed to Enrique's cock as he felt his ass swelling and growing by the second. He had known from the moment he figured out he was gay that he was a bottom, that he had a hole that needed filled, and now... he had the ass to back it up. He lifted his shirt a little, looking at his perfect stomach... a stomach that seemed a bit longer than before. Enrique turned, looking over his shoulder, then back, watching more and more stomach appear as his shirt rode up and his pants slunk down. He'd added on a few inches, making his clothes appear more like a crop top.

"Fuck..." Enrique whispered under his breath, but even words felt different as they passed over lips that were a bit fuller, a bit thicker than before. Enrique turned his laptop screen back off and looked down at his reflection again. Other than his bigger ass, the changes had been subtle refinements to his appearance without anything too drastic, and yet... he could see it. His cheekbones, his chin, his skin, the way he filled out his shirt... a shirt that was far too short... He had become the perfect twink, a real cutie that could be candy on the arm of any gay man... It was just what he had wished for.

"Thank you so much!" Enrique whispered. Zayan hissed, waving his hand to indicate for the human to leave him alone. Enrique nodded, remembering the terms of their agreement. He started to scoot his desk back to where it had started, finding it just a bit harder to move thanks to his fuller, plumper ass. As he got his desk back into position, one thing was clear; Enrique would be even less focused on his school work than ever.

****

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the stairwell leading down from the main floor of the Athletic Building. It always felt like such a long way to go to get from wrestling practice to the locker room, but with the athletic program being on a shoestring budget due to cutbacks, Bran understood putting it somewhere more important. Besides, most of that long walk feeling probably came from the fact that he was always the last to leave. Part of it was being responsible; as team captain it was his duty to make sure everything was cleaned up and put away, but the other part? Well, that wasn't something Bran was ready to share with anyone.

The door to the gym swung open with an echoing clang as Bran stepped through. He was six foot one, his broad shoulders shapely and strong where they poured out from the edge of his dark red wrestling singlet. His wavy brown hair was messed up from practice, but shaved clean on the sides to make it easier to wear his ear protectors. With the rest of his team gone, he reached down to adjust himself a little, heading toward the showers before he slowed, green eyes widening with surprise.

By design, the locker room was normally empty by the time Bran got down there. His team washed up and went home before he even got the mats put away and no other team was there that late on a Thursday... but there, positioned right in front of Bran's locker was the most sublime, supple, perfect body of a nearly naked young man that the wrestling captain had ever seen before. His creamy skin nearly glowed in the fluorescent lights, following the perfect contours of his shoulders and back down to the thin band of neon green that circumnavigated the young man's waist, framing his most perfect asset.

Bran had successfully hidden the fact that he was gay for years, even keeping himself in check in a sport as tantalizing as wrestling. All of that effort seemed to melt away as Bran stared at the fullest, roundest, plumpest, juiciest ass he had ever seen in his life. It extended outward like a shelf before curving down in a supple slope that nature had ever crafted. Bran stood there, shell shocked, feeling his temperature rising... and worse, his erection - but for the first time, he didn't care.

"It's about time you showed up, Brandon... I was hoping you could show me some moves?" Enrique inquired. Every part of Bran told him he couldn't risk it. What if one of the faculty came in, or worse, one of his team mates? He'd worked so hard to cultivate his image, his prestige, his position... but what had he been denying himself? What had he been turning down? What had he been resisting? The wrestler moved over, coming up behind Enrique.

"What are you really doing here, Enrique?" Bran asked. Enrique inched his ass back until he felt the firm, warm, lycra covered lump between his ass cheeks. Bran shuddered, sweat beading across his brow. Enrique started to gyrate a little, bringing his ass up and down, just a little bit around.

"Seeing you and your team wrestling... Tangling and sparring, bumping and grinding, it just makes me so... horny. I want a real man, an Alpha Male like you to give me everything you've got." Enrique said. Bran shuddered harder. He'd never been this turned on before, nor had anything challenge his restraint like this.

"Enrique..." Bran whispered, reaching out to run his hands down his classmate's arms, feeling them. He tried to fight it, but as Enrique clenched his ass around the wrestler's bulge, it was all over. Enrique gasped as he was pushed forward, grabbing onto the bench for support. Bran unlooped the shoulders of his singlet and pulled them down, revealing his sweaty freckled chest, his hard nipples, the dusting of hair starting at his navel and then his true prize - a thick, full cock.

The team captain ran his hands over Enrique's plump, full bubble butt before he parted the cheeks and saw the prize within - a quivering, throbbing hole with an aching need to be filled. Bran didn't feel afraid of revealing his true self anymore. He knew who he was; he was a man, a gay man, a leader and an alpha male just like Enrique said. He ran a hand down his chest, collecting some of his sweat. He ran his hand down his cock to give it some semblance of lubricant before he went in for it.

Enrique inhaled sharply as he felt his newly reshaped hole being tested for the first time. There was the kiss of flesh meeting flesh, pressing. Ever so slowly, his pucker started to stretch wider as Bran's cock pushed in further. Enrique arched his back and turned, looking at his aggressor. Bran met eyes with him, getting even more turned on. Enrique was sublime, worthy of a lewd poster airbrushed beyond the limits of human perfection. Bran wanted him all the more.

The wrestler's hands slipped around Enrique's waist, getting a good grip. Enrique shivered a bit, but then he gasped as Enrique thrust. Three inches slid into him, then five. Enrique's heart was racing. This was everything he'd ever wanted, but in that moment he realized he wanted more... He wanted Bran deep, hard, fast. He wanted him over and over again. He wanted the wrestler to lose himself and go wild.

"Fuck me you beast!" Enrique pleased. Bran's lips curled into a bit of a growl. He dug his fingers deeper into Enrique's hips. He pulled back and slammed in again... and again... and again. Each movement rocked Enrique forward, forcing him to brace against the bench. He could feel his muscles straining a bit, getting a good workout. Maybe he'd get built like one of Bran's wrestlers after all.

Each thrust brought with it a huff, then a grunt, then a growl. Bran had never been that aggressive before, but he'd never let loose. Here he was, presented with the perfect ass, filling a hole that needed filling. All pretense, all formality, all of his good boy persona was cast aside. He was finally who he was meant to be. He was a man, a male, an alpha. He growled deeper as he fucked Enrique, loving the feel of the ass clenching and unclenching around his tool as if trying to milk it.

If Enrique had tried to tell himself he could have pictured that moment, that it was what he had been imagining for years, he would have been lying. There was too much that he never imagined; the smell of the sweaty athletes permeating the locker room, the simultaneously waxed smooth surface of the bench combined with the fibrous, rough underside, or just the sway of his body as Bran pistoned into him... all of it was perfect, all of it was beyond words... but it also didn't feel like enough. The insatiable hunger inside of Enrique was still there, aching, his hole begging for more - and it was about to get it.

What had started as the tingling burn of friction was sinking deeper and deeper into Bran's swollen cock. He grunted and snarled as he fucked the beautiful ass in front of him, but his thoughts were becoming harder to come by. His heart raced, his blood circulating through his extremities, pumping into his cock as it pumped into Enrique's ass. In and out, in and out. Each glimpse of the rod revealed flesh that was brighter, redder, and fuller. Bran was as hard as a rock and getting harder. He'd never been so erect in his life.

Enrique howled out as he started to feel his inner depths truly tested, starting to get filled to his limits. Bran's cock was growing thicker and thicker with each beat of his heart, but it was growing longer too. Enrique gasped and moaned, feeling his depths plumbed. The wrestler was moving faster than he had in any match, his body tingling and burning with realized purpose. His cock had far surpassed any color that was normal, taking on a true tomato red hue. Each time he slid his manhood into Enrique's magical ass, it came out changed. The cylindrical shape was warping as it took on throbbing veins and bulging contours, but it wasn't the only part of him that was transforming.

Bran was panting and huffing with every thrust, eyes glazing over with a lust that was burning his brain away. His lips pulled apart, exposing not teeth, but fangs. His lips couldn't contain the canine teeth that stretched into long weapons, but the rest of his teeth were shifting too. It was the menacing maw of a predator. The wrestler's mind was filling with the impulse to rut, to mate, to hunt and to feast. His fingers pressed in tighter into Enrique's hips to the point of bruising him, but Enrique didn't care - in fact, he welcomed it.

"Bran! You're amazing! You're an animal! I love it!" Enrique moaned, his eyes clenched so tight they were watering. Bran said nothing, almost incapable of it now. His jaw parted, drool leaking from the corner of his lips. The green in his eyes burned away to old as his ears began to reshape, taking on points. He growled harder as his cock finished its transformation into the weapon of a canine. Somewhere deep inside Enrique, the tip tapered to a point, but the exposed portion had stretched and reshaped, ready to swell into a knot when the time was right - though his whole body had more swelling to do.

Wrestling had brought out a strength in Bran's physique. His shoulders had filled out, he'd defined his abs and pecs. In short, he'd become a fine physical specimen. Part of that had made it hard to hide that he was gay, knowing that he had the attributes that most gay men would love... but it almost seemed to pale in comparison to what Enrique was bringing out in him. With each thrust of his dog dick, Bran was awakening as a new kind of beast. He was becoming a true Alpha male.

Bran's cock had swollen to almost obscene sizes, but it seemed that the rest of his body was struggling to catch up now. His sack sagged lower as his balls grew larger, becoming more complex just as his prostate did inside of his body. His smooth cheeks bristled with new stubble, his skin darkening as hair began to push out. At first it came down in jagged, unruly sideburns, but soon hair sprouted across his chin and over his upper lip as well, contrasting against the cleanly shaved sides of his head.

Hair grew out from across his chest as his pectorals began to plump and thicken. His nipples grew darker, expanding outward, fattening up. His abs defined more before his treasure trail crept upward from his groin, fanning out, growing into the pelt that emerged from between his nipples. Enrique let out more moans and groans, unable to keep himself fully upright anymore. He came down, his chest pressed to the bench, wrapping his arms around the fixture to keep himself from being flung forward and back like a ragdoll. He panted with each thrust his lover gave, then called out as the pressure points on his hips tightened to the point of breaking skin, unaware that Bran's fingernails had stretched and sharpened to the tips of claws.

Bran's skin nearly boiled with the heat of the transforming blood surging through his body. The hair extending from his face thickened, growing bushier and wilder like the hair on his head. It grew out longer and fuller, and finally the well groomed edges of his hairline eroded as more hair spilled out. The fangs in his mouth continued to surge and swell, fighting for dominance, fighting for real estate until finally his skull could contain it no longer and it, too, had to change.

Bones creaked, cartilage popped and the wrestler's pristine, manly face began to stretch and distend, pushing outward inch by inch. As his jaw elongated, his fangs grew larger. As his nose pushed forward, his tongue lengthened. As his skull reshaped, he looked less human and more animal by the second. The line between what had been hair blurred as more soft brown filaments pushed out from higher up than they had before. His cheeks filled in, then the gap between his eyebrows. Soon the hair became fur, covering his forehead, rounding his eyes and bridging his longer nose. His nostrils flared and tilted upwards into a snout and the fur even covered the back of his pointed ears.

Bran tilted his head back, raising his muzzle high as it finished transforming. He wrinkled his new canine nose a bit in discomfort as his ears popped, then went deaf. He felt his fur ruffle as the flesh migrated upward, wincing harder as he felt channels and passages in his own skull reorienting themselves. Two full wolf ears sprung up from the top of his head before sound engulfed his senses once more. He was no longer the team captain, he was a werewolf, an alpha male... but his transformation was not yet complete, and neither was his need to mate.

Bran pulled his clawed paws from Enrique's hips, one reaching down around the young man's waist, starting to fondle his lover's groin. The other slipped up higher, using his new grip to wrap around his ribs. Bran's fingers lengthened, his palms widened, his wrist thickened. The tips of his fingers grew plump and swollen with paw pads, offsetting the sharpness of his claws.

Enrique had been so caught up in the heat of the love making that certain stimuli hadn't made it to the forefront of his mind. He'd heard strange noises but hadn't processed them. The cock filling his ass had grown to inhuman proportions, but Enrique had never known any different... but the hand coiled around his cock was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and he'd wrapped his own hand around his cock too many times to count. The hand on his cock was rough and calloused, plump and huge. It felt alien and erotic, but it didn't feel human.

There was a certain vulnerability to being fucked so hard and so well that one held on to a locker room bench for dear life. Enrique's cheek was squished against the wood, his chest pressed tight enough that the wood had grown warm and perspiration slicked the wax. Enrique was right where he had always wanted to be, feeling himself impaled on the cock of a real man, but something wasn't adding up. The sounds Bran was making were too deep, too rough, and his strength was so much that Enrique felt like he was about to be ripped off the bench. He had to know, he had to see.

With every ounce of strength Enrique had, he turned his head as far as he could get it to go, looking back past his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock. The wrestler that was fucking him had been replaced with a huge furry beast... with a wrestling singlet wrapped around his beefy legs. The fur had covered Bran's chest, his back, his shoulders and his arms. It traveled all the way down around his massive cock and his pendulous sack. His golden eyes gleamed with need, with desire, with heat.

Enrique gasped out, both from the shock and from the love making. He looked down around the bench, seeing that Bran's wrestling shoes had stretched and warped. The stitching was coming undone and sharp claws poked out through the front. Almost as if it had been waiting for Enrique's attention, the right shoe buckled and popped, the material coming apart as a huge werewolf paw expanded outward in every direction. The toes popped as they elongated, the arch increased, the heel reshaped and a dewclaw began to form. Fur bristled out across it until it was the foot of a real beast. The left foot came only a moment later, giving Bran a foundation from which to fuck his prize.

The werewolf growled with delight, although he saw his mate was getting distracted. Bran leaned down, opening his muzzle, nipping at Enrique's shoulder. Enrique gasped at that, losing grip enough that the next thrust knocked him back down against the bench. Bran grunted with delight at that and kept his fucking, burying himself inside of his mate's ass, getting in inch after inch, deeper and deeper - until he started to feel a change... It was getting harder and harder to pull out. Enrique's eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening.

"Brandon!" Enrique moaned out, feeling the fleshy base of the werewolf's cock swelling and hardening into a knot. With just a few more thrusts, Bran's cock locked itself inside of Enrique's deep ass. Each thrust back pulled Enrique with it, each thrust forward pushed him against the bench. With a few more futile gyrations, Bran felt the welling up of energy inside him until he threw his head back, opened his muzzle and let out a howl that shook every locker in the athletic building - and with his howl came a flood the likes of which Enrique never could have imagined.

The heat blossomed deep inside of Enrique, but more than that he could feel the pressure as the werewolf cum was pumped into his intestines. It coursed up through him, filling him, coming in wave after wave. Enrique's grip of the bench went slack and he lay there limp, arms dangling off the sides. Thankfully, the werewolf had stopped thrusting and simply held Enrique to him. With the slightest adjustment of his hips, Bran nudged Enrique's prostate, sending one last jolt to an overloaded system.

Enrique's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his own achingly hard cock came, sending out ropes of seed across the werewolf's clawed paw. Bran growled happily, stroking Enrique as he came, covering his shaft - and the bench - with his pearly seed. The two came for what felt like an eternity until Enrique had no more to give, flopping against the bench like a limp fish. He panted for breath, unable to move, though he gasped even more as he felt Bran moving behind him.

Unable to dismount, Bran decided it was time to get more comfortable. He slid his huge paws under Enrique and scooped him up, rising to his feet. Enrique moaned out, still impaled on the huge wolf cock. The werewolf stretched upright, standing nearly eight and a half feet tall, his brown fur soaked with sweat. A long, full tail wagged behind him as he turned and started walking across the locker room before he found a nice corner to sit down in. Enrique was lowered down, still locked to the dog dick deep inside of him.

As Bran settled, Enrique leaned against him, feeling how soft his furry chest was. If they were going to be trapped together for a while, there were far worse places to be trapped. Bran slowly started to lick the top of Enrique's head affectionately, holding him close. Enrique was touched, although as his rational thought started to return to him, he began putting together what had happened... and what had to happen next.

****

The day had been long and the chapters longer. Zayan reached to rub at the bridge of his nose, trying to clear his head and focus. He checked his watch but he already knew the answer... too early to go back to the dorm unless he wanted to interrupt his satyr roommate's kegger. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he wished for an easier college experience, then wished that djinn had the ability to grant their own wishes. He looked back down at his textbook until he realized that the light was obstructed. He looked up to see Enrique standing there, his hair matted and his clothing wrinkled. Zayan smiled a bit nervously and set his book down on the library table in front of him.

"'Rique, here for a study group?" The djinn asked nervously. Enrique smiled slowly.

"It took me a while, but I figured it out Zayan..." Enrique said. Zayan sighed softly.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just exhausting, you know? Everyone's asking for things, looking at me like I'm some golden goose... " Zayan said. Enrique smiled more, his hands lowering.

"Oh, I figured out more than just that. You might have thought you were trying to teach me a lesson, but I know the real reason you did it. You wanted this." Enrique said before dropping his pants, revealing his enhanced lower extremities. Zayan's eyes widened.

"N-n-no, I was just trying to... to show you..." Zayan stammered. Enrique smiled and moved over to Zayan, lowering himself down onto the djinn's lap. Zayan blushed, the intensity of his skin going from lilac to eggplant. Enrique reached up and took hold of Zayn's goatee and started unbraiding it, releasing it little by little as it flared out wider.

"You were trying to show me the way you wanted me to be... for you. You're the most powerful male on this campus, after all... the most alpha." Enrique said, starting to rock forward and back. He slid his hands up Zayan's chest, fishing around before he let out a soft coo, "Pierced nipples, too. You really are wild, aren't you?"

"We can't do this, it's a library, anyone could come around the corner... and... if we do, I'll-" Zayan moaned louder, his cock getting incredibly hard as it was nestled between those muscled ass cheeks like a hot dog bun. Enrique leaned in, kissing Zayan's hairy chin, then his nose, then his forehead before looking into his eyes.

"So it WILL work on you?" Enrique grinned, reaching down to unbutton the djinn's jeans, sliding his hand in to get a feel for his thick bush.

"There hasn't been a djinn with lycanthropy in three hundred years..." Zayan moaned, panting and sweating, starting to lift his hips rhythmically. Enrique braced against the chair and pulled himself down tighter.

"Then you'll be famous, too." Enrique whispered before he grabbed the djinn's head and kissed him. Zayan moaned into the kiss, returning it furiously and with hunger, humping up against the human's perfect ass, but it wasn't enough. There was too much in the way. He grunted hard and reached down, tugging on his jeans, cursing his sense of style. He got them down inch by inch until his very thick manhood was exposed in all its glory, complete with the glint of a golden ring.

"Enrique..." Zayan whispered, but this time it was the human that looked like the predator. He stood up just a little, reaching down with an expectant hand. He coiled it around the djinn's cock and gave it a few good strokes before cooing.

"You're a big boy, but I bet you'll be even bigger inside of me." Enrique said, lowering himself down. Zayan's back arched, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair as he felt his cock slowly press between Enrique's cheeks, finding its way to his hole before being enveloped. It felt like he was sliding into a silky, warm embrace, like a tongue finding a mouth, but far more primal. Enrique inched down, finding Zayan a delightful fit even in his original state... but he couldn't wait to see what came next.

Despite his earlier exercise and having to ease himself off the furriest member of the college wrestling team just hours prior, Enrique already felt ready for more. Maybe it was a side effect of the djinn's magic, or maybe he'd had some sort of mythical heritage his parents hadn't told him about, or maybe he just really was one of the horniest freshmen ever to grace the campus. Whatever it was, this felt right... His big hole needed to be filled and he had the powers to make sure it was an amazing fit.

Enrique rose up and down like a carousel horse, riding the pole he had been given. There was less friction with Zayan at first, perhaps because he had the ability to turn partly into vapor. It was a completely different feel to the time he had with Bran, but it was no less satisfying. After living in a world of magic and supernatural, Enrique felt like he was the spell caster. Each rhythmic move of his body was working his own enchantment, and already he could see the influence of it working its way through the djinn's body.

Zayan was breathing in and out more with each thrust, focused on the beautiful ass he was plowing. He thought of his people, of everything they had been forced to do over the eons before achieving their own rights... but now he was the alpha, the real male. There would be no more hiding behind his grades and responsibility. He rose up higher and higher, grunting loudly, gazing into Enrique's eyes before he grabbed onto him and kissed him with more tongue than either had expected.

Enrique moaned, suckling on the djinn's tongue as it got longer and longer, savoring just how thick the saliva was. Enrique shivered as his own tongue brushed sharpening teeth, but as he held Zayan's face, he felt the bristle of new black stubble pushing out across his cheeks. It emerged evenly, cleanly and fully. In moments it appeared as if he hadn't shaved in a week, then a month, then longer. Zayan had never shaved or trimmed his goatee, but it seemed his beard was trying to catch up. His upper lip darkened and softened, a mustache spreading down over his upper lip. It was stylized and full, but soon the fluff on his cheeks was blending into it, coming down to taper into his long goatee.

"You're so handsome..." Enrique whispered, "You'll make an even more handsome beast..." he added before he started to clench and unclench his ass, milking the djinn's swelling cock. Zayan grunted hard, throwing his head back as his metal bracelets flashed. A wave of magic spread outward, causing all the lights in the library to flicker and spark. This time Enrique gasped as he felt the swelling manhood inside his ass swell that much faster, that much longer and that much fuller. Once more he was rising upward centimeter by centimeter, but it wasn't because his ass was growing - it was because the cock he was riding was.

Zayan's movements alternated from fluid, rhythmical undulations to jagged, asymmetrical jerking as his body shifted. Without the constraints of a normal, fully physical body, aspects of his physiology were warping far faster than they had with Bran. His biceps and triceps were expanding outward as if they were being inflated, but they were as solid and thick as a bodybuilder honing his skills over a life. His pierced ears were expanding outward to points, fur sprouting across them - though the fur itself was just a bit magical, remaining purple at the roots before graduating to black at the tips. As it ruffled it looked like some metallic effect with a faint sheen to it.

Enrique watched the changes with fascination as much as he could while kissing, but he wanted to see more. The human reluctantly broke the kiss and leaned back, looking at the djinn's bearded face and his wolf ears, grinning. He reached out and put one hand on each of his broad, purple shoulders and started to push himself up before letting himself drop back down. At first Zayan was uncertain but the technique proved itself soon enough.

The two fell into a perfect rhythm, rising and falling like the waves under the sway of the full moon, but it wasn't a lunar moon that had inspired this transformation - it was Enrique's moon. His ass hugged and clutched the plump cock filling him so deeply. It tugged and pulled, squeezed and milked, massaged and manipulated. The djinn's already impressive ten inch cock surged to a foot in length, then fourteen inches, then more. The mushroom shaped head pushed forward, reshaping and tapering to a point, carrying its heavy ring with it as it changed. The base fattened, the balls swelled bigger and more metallic shiny black fur sprouted across it.

Delight and awe filled Enrique's eyes as he watched Zayan shifting before him... He had only been able to imagine it after seeing what Bran turned into, but watching it happen was even more empowering. Zayan had been handsome to begin with, but now he had the beard of a sheikh, the body of a behemoth, and- Enrique's heart fluttered as he watched Zayan's head start to shift. There were no bones or cartilage contorting. It was almost as if the djinn was forgetting what shape he had been before, almost like a liquid poured into a new container. His mouth pushed forward, bringing his nose with it as it became a muzzle. His brow became more defined and new fur spread up across his face, obscuring his lavender colored skin tone.

More fur swept down across his thick neck, over his shoulders, wrapping around his arms. It grew into the fur across his chest and stomach and groin. Zayan had been thrusting up into Enrique's ass over and over and over, but beneath his own ass, a new vestige began to form. It was slow at first, but it picked up speed. Inch after inch, a magnificent tail began to emerge. Fur spread outward, making the plume large. It brushed against the back of his legs... but those too were changing, shifting, and then... disappearing.

Enrique gasped as they suddenly jerked forward out of the chair. Zayan's pants fell to the floor, empty. Despite the loss of his lower extremities, the djinn did not fall to the floor. In fact, they were rising up off the chair. The flesh that had extended below his ample balls now tapered down, fur becoming finer and finer until it all transitioned into a translucent mist. The change rippled upward as Zayan's fur turned from black to purple. It swept up over his balls, around the forming sheath, up his abdomen and chest before snaring around his head.

Gleaming golden eyes opened from beneath a pierced brow, wolf ears going flat against the werewolf's head as he brought his muzzle to Enrique's face, tilting his head, surging his tongue inside. Enrique shuddered as they embraced, his human cock quivering and spasming before it unleashed a few ropes of his pearlescent seed. Feeling his mate shiver and cum, it was hard for Zayan to hold back... especially when he wanted to be so much deeper. With another few thrusts, he got his wish.

The Djinn buried himself deeper into that perfect ass, sliding as deep as he could get inside the human. Zayan growled with contentment, feeling as if his sword had finally been sheathed. He ground tightly, wriggling side to side until he realized that he'd lost his ability to move effectively. The base of his mighty member had swollen tight, locking him inside. Zayan growled with contentment, with delight, with lust and then power before he threw his head back and howled as he came.

"FUCK!" Enrique moaned, arching his back, tipping his head back as he felt spurt after spurt of the beast's hot cum enter his body, adding to what Bran had donated earlier that day. It surged and swirled through him, pumping in more and more... and it brought with it a tingling sensation, the touch of magic, the subconscious protection of a djinn. It was vital given how much he was receiving and as Enrique watched, his perfect stomach with his perfect muscles began to stretch and round, slowly curving outward as he filled with the semen of a supernatural creature.

The distended stomach seemed almost out of place on such a fit body, and yet... it matched the curve of his perfect ass as well, not to mention the subtle curves of his hips and shoulders. It was almost as if he was a living work of art, and for the first time in a long time, Enrique felt content. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be properly filled, to be satiated. It had always felt like he had a big hole to fill, it had just become an issue of finding the right man to fill it. Enrique reached up, caressing Zayan's furry muzzle and the mane of purple hair that hung down beneath it. He knew he'd have to do right by Zayan, but maybe their fun wasn't over... There were still a lot of hot boys on campus that would make mighty handsome werewolves, one way or another.