Over-Full Moon
Over-Full Moon
Written by Leo_Todrius
Art Trade for Werewolf666
Over-Full Moon Written by Leo_Todrius Art Trade for Werewolf666
Minute by minute the clock ticked away in silence, sitting on the nightstand like a bomb ready to go off, the green numbers moving from one to the next, casting the only light into the room, at least for a time. As morning advanced, so too did the sun. The first rays of light began brightening the sky from the dark black to a violet to a grayish yellow so early in the morning. The light began pressing against the curtains of the room, trying to get in, trying to rouse the twenty five year old in the bed, but it had not yet succeeded.
Even as the sunlight pushed in, casting across mounds of dirty laundry and stacks of dishes, nothing woke the sleeping man. Two blankets were cast over his body, his face smashed sideways into a pillow as he drooled in his sleep, a box fan casting cool gusts over him and in his open mouth as he slept, the white noise drowning out the sound of traffic outside. The breeze blew around the room, ruffling other things as well... Cartons of dozens of video games tapped against each other as the wind caught them, pictures pinned to a board flapping as well.
The pictures depicted the man sleeping in the bed, showing various ages... An adorable shaggy brown haired six year old, a lanky middle schooler that filled out over the years, a broad shouldered and broad stomached high schooler, a scruffy college student with thick brown stubble... All of the pictures had the years labeled and his name, Will. Will rolled over, facing away from the fan, deep in dreams... His stomach rumbled as he dreamed of sitting down to a huge table of food, a whole buffet to himself... Eating and slurping and gulping the food, dripping it all over himself. Will panicked, worrying he would mess up his clothes, only to realize he was naked. All the better, nothing to mess up.
Blood flooded into Will's manhood, his member getting hard just from his dreams... but his body was used to capitalizing on that pleasure. Will began to gently hump the mattress, the pressure pushing back; only serving to make him hornier and hornier... and then his paradise came crashing down as the clock went off, the alarm blaring. Will yelped and rolled over again, slamming into the wall before he realized where he was. He rolled back to the center, arm reaching out, swatting at the clock.
A deep groan escaped Will's lips as he realized it was barely dawn... Even in college he had never gotten up as early as he was now, he'd always aspired to be a loafer, someone who could sleep in until past one in the afternoon and think nothing of it, but life didn't function well without money and few habits were as expensive as those of a video gamer. Still, Will knew he was lucky. It was nearly impossible to get a job and most of those were bad... Telemarketers to be hung up on, knife salesmen to have doors slammed in their faces, fry cooks to be burned... But Will was lucky.
Will reminded himself of the work he was headed to, a wildlife refuge on the edge of town... Recovering wolves saved from death, living on the preserve and getting back to healthy weight. Will grabbed his mp3 player and popped his earbuds into his ears, letting the music wake him up. Two large feet slipped out of bed, settling down on the hardwood floor. Will hoisted himself up, padding over to stand in front of a mirror.
The twenty five year old was about two hundred pounds, but as far as he was concerned that wasn't enough... He wanted to be bigger, hairier, a wild beast... Gay bears weren't enough; he wanted to be a werewolf. Will pushed his stomach out as far as he could, running his hand over the round of his stomach before he smiled, moving toward the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. Will lifted his arm, sniffing at the pit to see if he needed a shower.
Will scrunched up his nose at the smell, the pit pretty rank... but still, it was just a smell. It wasn't like he was going to offend anyone. Will moved, gathering up an old shirt and old boxers, pulling them on before he grabbed his favorite pair of jeans. Sitting on the bed, he pulled them on, the fabric flexing strangely with the grime and mud worked into them, but then again he was working outside. Will reached into the bowl by his bed, grabbing his keys. He jangled them in his head before heading to the door. It was going to be a good day.
***
The road up to the preserve was a bumpy one, the car digging through the gravel road, a trail of dust rising up behind the vehicle. Will was steering with one hand draped over the wheel, the other unwrapping his third Omega Burger. There were already drops of sauce and grease and cheese on the chest of his shirt but Will didn't really care, in fact... it sort of turned him on. He'd always aspired to being a slob and he finally had a job where that sort of thing didn't matter. Will bit into the burger, his teeth gnashing through multiple layers of bread and meat.
After twenty minutes Will finally saw the gates of the preserve. The fences were high chain link, durable but not completely obscuring. Countless signs littered the fence, warning about private property and film surveillance. Before Will had gotten that job he always wondered, but as the gate opened for him every day he knew he was on camera. He drove through the outer gates, turning to the right and following the fence for some way before he moved between it and another fence. Another five minutes and he reached a small alcove, coming to a stop.
Will chowed down the last few bites of his burger before he wadded up the wrappers and tossed it down onto the floor, stepping out and locking up his car... Not from thieves, but just in case any animals got to the outer perimeter they couldn't get into the car in search of food. Will moved, crossing the short distance to the stairs, moving up step by step until he reached the top level. Along the raised deck he saw his boss, Grant.
Grant was a few years older than Will, already thirty. The man leaned against the guard rail on the deck, pulling slabs of raw meat out of a case, tossing them over the edge. The barks and chatter of the wolves below revealed that they were happily chowing away. Grant had been working with the wild wolves for almost a decade. It was amazing pay for a minimal job. If the animals weren't hurt then the only interaction was feeding time. The rest of the day the employees were paid just to watch from afar.
The limited activity, good pay and boredom of the job had all served to let Grant get plumper and larger over the years until he reached an astonishing four hundred pounds. The man was massive, standing six feet tall with shoulders almost as wide, arms rippling in fat, his pectorals sagging and bloated, his legs like tree trunks. Grant's long brown hair was tied back into a pony tail and a bushy beard extended from his fat cheeks, a mustache almost covering his upper lip entirely.
"Hey Grant, how is it today?" Will asked, moving up towards his boss. The big man turned, grinning wide.
"Morning Will, it's fine. They're starving, seems like they could eat all day." Grant smiled. Will chuckled.
"I'm glad, I love feeding time. The more they eat, the more I get to see them up close. They're such amazing animals..." Will said wistfully, looking to Grant for a long moment, "You ever go down and interact with them?" he asked. Grant was quiet for a moment, drawing his fingers through his beard in thought.
"A few times. The wolves are in an interesting condition... Their natural territory is gone, we can't release them... They're too familiar with humans to relocate; the laws require as little interaction as possible... So somewhere in there, yes, I've interacted directly." Grant said, already anticipating Will's next question.
"Do you think sometime maybe I could try? Maybe go down?" Will asked.
"Maybe... We'll have to make sure they'll accept you, but in the mean time there is one place I can invite you..." Grant said, putting his large arm around Will's shoulder, holding the younger boy close, "My place for dinner." Grant said. Will's eyes widened.
"Really? That'd be really nice, as long as I'm not an inconvenience."
"Not at all, I always cook too much for one... Hell, I cook too much for three... But at least it'll be closer with you there." Grant grinned wide. Will laughed.
"It's a date." He said as a joke, blushing a bit. In secret Will often fantasized about Grant, the large man pulling him close, their two huge bodies pressed against each other, a sea of fat... Then again Will fantasized about things more wild than reality, dreaming that Grant had gone down to join the wolves and become one of them, had been turned into a big fat, hairy werewolf.
"...and the alpha is seeming particularly curious." Grant explained. Will blushed more, realizing he hadn't been paying attention.
"Amazing..." Will said, reaching into the case, his fingers wrapping around a raw scrap of meat, hurtling it into the air. The meat twirled and flipped before landing flat on the ground. The wolves moved, sharp teeth pressing into the meat as it was tossed up, the wolf gulping it down eagerly before looking up the inner fence at the deck above, knowing what good foods came from the heavens.
Will glanced over the edge, looking at the wolves as Grant hurled more meat. They did seem to have ravenous appetites, but they weren't the skin and bones they had been when he was hired. Their silver coats were thick and soft, their paws wide and flat. Their bellies hung down beneath them, even their wolven cheeks seemed rounder. Will wondered to himself if they were over feeding the wolves, wondering if they were doing them a disservice... but then again, they looked so fine being big wolves, so majestic and primal... and surely Grant would know if they were feeding them too much.
"How close are you to your goal?" Grant asked, breaking the silence. One more Will had to retrace his mental steps to see if he'd zoned out again.
"My game? This next check should have it, games are so expensive now adays. When I was a kid they were only like sixty bucks." Will chuckled, "Although I think I want to keep on working... This place is great." Will murmured, knowing Grant was as much the reason as the wolves.
"I know, I felt the same way. This place really get into your bones..." Grant murmured. At the mention of bones Will had to turn away a bit, hiding his own. Will was sure it was going to be a great day now.
***
Pots bubbled and simmered and steamed, spoons stirring around, meat searing just past the point of being raw. The smells of meat and vegetables and sauces and spices filled the vast apartment... At least as much of it wasn't full of something else already. The stereo pumped music into the room, embracing Will with a sonic massage of bass that made him feel even more at ease. Grant was a good host, a good cook... He just seemed to be lacking in terms of cleaning up after himself, something that Will had always fantasized about too...
Ever so slowly Will started leaning over toward the end of couch where a few old shirts had gathered. He slipped down, his face pressing into the cloth. He inhaled deeply, feeling the stink of work and the tang of food that had dripped. Will let out a silent moan as his eyes closed and he pictures himself making love to Grant in the midst of the piles, two slobs in love. Will began pushing his groin into his hand as he imagined Grant's huge beard spreading out, hair getting thicker and becoming fur...
A clank from the kitchen brought Will back to reality. He blushed softly, sitting back up. Will hopped onto his feet, moving toward the kitchen, standing at the edge of the tile. While most of the apartment had warm cream mood lighting contrasting the orange and yellow lights outside of the window, the kitchen was a bit brighter although there was a remarkable amount of wood... Wood cutting boards, counter tops, wood grain on the fridge. It was almost as if they were still at the refuge.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do?" Will asked. Grant turned, grinning wide, looking as if he was sizing Will up like a piece of meat.
"Oh you're doing plenty, just by being here. I love cooking for people. I want to fill that young belly of yours." Grant grinned.
"I have plenty of room, I hope I don't eat too much." Will said. Grant grinned even wider.
"No worries of that... I'll feed you until you can't stand anymore." Grant said.
"Sounds like heaven." Will murmured. Grant moved back to stir but didn't let the conversation drop.
"Is that your heaven? Eating your fill?" Grant asked. Will hesitated, not sure how much to share... but he felt so close to Grant, they'd been working together for so long.
"Well... Maybe more than my fill. I kind of like being a big guy, a big gut, more to love... Smashing that concept of those frail hairless models representing my gender." Will said. Grant let out a bark, nodding.
"Yes! Exactly! Skinny jeans and abs with less hair than six year olds... It's disgusting. Give me a hairy, meaty man any day." Grant said. Will's eyes widened sharply.
"Give you a man?" Will asked. Grant smirked.
"Don't tell me you didn't know..." Grant smiled. Will blushed.
"Well, I always hoped..." Will whispered. Grant stopped stirring, turning toward Will again.
"I know... I got tired of waiting, what do you think tonight was about?" Grant asked. Once more Will blushed.
"Really? This is a real date?" Will asked. Grant smirked, nodding.
"If you want it to be... I want to make all your dreams come true... Feeding you, kissing you..." Grant said. Will's heart fluttered... though in the back of his mind he cursed reality for limiting him so... He was so close... So close to his real dream, becoming a werewolf slob with the man of his dreams.
"I want it to be..." Will said, stepping closer to Grant. Grant wrapped a hefty arm around Will, pulling him closer, leaning down just a bit to kiss the younger man. Their lips pressed together, beard rubbing against stubble, hefty bellies pushing into one another. Will reached out, his fingers sinking into Grant's gut, feeling the belly he envied so. Grant chuckled, his other arm looping around Will, hands starting to grope and squeeze at Will's ass.
Grant and Will moved around the kitchen under the momentum of their mass as high tempo song came on the stereo. The fridge shook as the two slammed into it, groping and kissing each other, Will starting to hump Grant eagerly. Grant grinned into the kiss, returning it feverishly, their huge laps rubbing against each other. Grant broke the kiss, moving to lick and slurp along Will's neck. Will shuddered, gasping, feeling Grant's teeth graze his skin as he started to nibble the flesh. Will gasped more, feeling his dream so close. He'd fantasized about Grant and him having sex so many times, Grant revealing the werewolf he really was, those fangs piercing his skin, tainting his blood... Will dreamed of it so often, so often that the words slipped out of his lips.
"Bite me..." Will begged. Grant revealed his fangs, his eyes shifting closer to yellow.
"You know what happens if I do..." Grant whispered, as if he knew Will's dreams. Will moaned.
"I know, I want it... I want to be like you. I've wanted it for so long..." Will whimpered. Grant traced his fangs along Will's neck again, his tongue slurping the skin.
"I know, I could smell it in you... A bitch in heat, craving the caress of a true alpha... I'll be that for you, but there's no going back..." Grant whispered. Will moaned softly before he paused, feeling the heat from the stove, reminding him that this wasn't a dream. Will's eyes widened. Had he been drifting off in thought? Had he been daydreaming again and hearing what he wanted to hear instead of what Grant said. He looked at Grant for a moment, his eyes looking different.
"Is... is this real? Am I dreaming?" Will whispered, suddenly afraid for his own sanity. Grant chuckled, his fangs revealed in his mouth.
"I am your dream come true... Everything you've wanted, everything you've craved..." Grant said, seeming almost more imposing as if he was taller, his arms wider, his massive gut even bigger. Will gazed up at Grant, still not believing it. Grant chuckled. "You need proof then?" Grant asked.
"I..." Will muttered, unable to process the information. Grant smirked, taking a step back. He closed his eyes for a moment before they opened wide, a bright amber. Soon his arms began rippling, the fat and muscles contorting and shifting. His huge arms grew thicker, wider, longer. The sleeves of his shirt grew tight before the seams began tearing, barely able to make room for his arms. The shit had more X's on it than a game of scrabble but it was struggling to cover the man. Will backed up in surprise, watching the changes... but the changes were only just starting.
The bulge in Grant's pants grew moist, then wet as a pearly slime began leaking through the fabric, the pouch bulging out... but not spreading as fast as his ass. Grant's cheeks were filling with more fat, pushing the seat of the pants out before the seams began tearing there, the legs practically bursting apart. The tatters of pants fell to the floor, revealing seriously tented boxers soaked with precum. Will looked down at Grant's feet. He had taken off his hiking shoes as soon as he got home and Will could see why, watching the toes pump up as the soul pressed wider, foot pads pushing out from the skin before the toenails darkened, pushing out slowly into claws the curved, the black tips clacking on the floor.
Grant's hands weren't far behind, the nails turning black as they pressed into claws, the fingers widening, his palms getting huge. Grant's mane of hair got wilder, the hair tie slipping off as the hair spread across his shoulders. His huge beard seemed thicker as well, but that was just the start. As it bulked out, the edge of the hair began migrating down, reaching across his neck. The hairs got thicker, bushier, but also softer... and Grant's chest hair spread out of the collar just before his torn shirt burst, falling to the ground.
"Nips... Nipp... Nippy!" Will gasped, stuttering as the most unexpected sight met him. Well, none of the sights were expected by Will, but Grant's entire chest was shifting and changing, the fat moving around. Dark spots were forming on his ski beneath his man breasts, darkening on his belly, small points firming before pushing out into nubs, the skin around them darkening as well. As the new nipples formed, the flesh and fat behind them moved. His huge belly was still growing, but he was growing more teats as well... Before long his belly had given way to six extra moobs, giving him almost eight in all, just like a canine.
"You like them Will? You've craved for them, haven't you? Come, get a taste..." Grant growled, his voice deeper. Will had been surprised, scared, overwhelmed... but only until he heard that voice. That voice seemed so right, telling him exactly what he wanted to do. Will moved forward toward Grant, only coming up to his moobs now. It made sense, Grant was getting taller and taller. Will looked at the fat, round nipple before he slowly extended his tongue, pressing it to the nipple.
Grant reached up, a huge clawed hand grabbing Will's head, pulling him into the chest. Will moaned, his lips pressing around the nipple. He began to nibble and suckle, even biting and tugging on the nip. Grant moved his other hand, running his claws through the waistband of his boxers. The fabric split and fell to the floor, revealing a long, aching werewolf cock glistening with precum. The pointed tip was leaking eagerly. Grant growled, his free hand grabbing Will's ass, pulling him close. Will gasped into the nipple as he felt the hot, wet mass pressing against his groin... feeling the heat first, and then the wetness soaking through his own pants, surrounding his shaft. Will began humping involuntarily, trying to smear that precum over his own groin.
Despite the frantic and animal swaying between the two, it was almost like a slow dance... Will in Grant's arms, the two swaying and moving about the kitchen, embracing their sensations and instincts. Will kept suckling and slurping, feeling Grant get bigger and bigger around him. Grant kept Will close, not wanting his pup to stray. He'd been working hard, trying to get Will receptive... He was so pleased it was all coming together... Just in time for the full moon. Grant began pushing Will out of the kitchen and into the living room, in front of the open windows...
As if on cue, the moon began rising up over the skyline, the vast white orb radiating light down. It poured through the windows and washed over them both, accelerating Grant's change. The hair on his arms and legs turned silver and grew out, soft and longer. Grant's ribs began expanding, his tailbone throbbing as it began stretching out... But Grant wasn't getting any thinner, the heft wasn't becoming muscle... It was as if both the muscle AND the fat was getting more intense... Will whimpered, struggling to stay with the nipple he loved so much as the belly in front of him rounded out even more.
Grant grunted and growled, lifting his head upwards as he let out a soft howl. His mouth began reshaping around the howl, his mouth pushing out around that sound, his jaw cracking as it stretched longer, narrowing to more of a point, his nose flattening and pushing out as well, his nose darkening. Grant's longer, wicked claws clutched at Will more desperately as he grunted and groaned, panting, longer tongue hanging out of his muzzle. Grant's ears stretched into points, migrating upwards to the top of his head, silver fur rising up out of his hair to cover the ears. The floor creaked under Grant, his body weighing it down even more...
Grant had been only four hundred pounds as a man, but he was double that now... He was almost eight feet tall, wide, round, with unbelievably large feet and hands, his belly almost the size of a car and his head large enough to eat any cat whole... if he wanted to. Grant's tail flushed out behind him, waggling as he felt the fur spread over his huge belly, his moobs. As Will felt the fur against his lips he leaned his head back, the trance momentarily broken. He looked up at Grant, blown away.
"It... It's real? My fantasy?" Will whispered. Grant growled in delight.
"It always has been... You could sense it... Sense me... How much I wanted you, wanted to bathe you in my own juices." Grant chuckled. Will took a deep breath, looking up into those yellow eyes.
"Then do it, bathe me..." Will murmured. Grant chuckled in delight, moving at once. Will froze as he felt the claws tearing into his clothing. They tore through his shirt like tissue paper, popping the button of his jeans and tearing the fly open. Will had loved those jeans... But he knew he would love his future even more. Will moaned, feeling the claws dig under his boxers and tear them from his boxers, the chill of the air washing over his pale skin in the moonlight. Will's heart raced, knowing this was the last time that the moonlight would do so little to him... It would become his lifeblood, directing him.
Grant was growling and moaning, clawed hands working his huge member... But Will didn't want to let Grant down. He reached around, wrapping his fingers around the thick meat, his fingers sinking through the slime and pressing the flesh. Will gasped suddenly, feeling a tingling entering his fingers. He watched them grow thicker, fatter, longer... his nails turning black, stretching into claws as well. Will was almost hyperventilating now, realizing the cum of a transforming werewolf was very potent, potent enough to change him... and he welcomed it.
Even as massive of a male as Grant was, a four handed jerk session was not lost on him. Grant growled and bucked, sliding his long slimy shaft back and forth, grunting and moaning, saliva flying from his muzzle. Will gazed up at the wolf, hi future, his... mate. Will moaned, his mouth hanging open... and seeing that open orifice was all that Grant needed. The huge, fat werewolf let out a piercing howl as his cock began to pulse and throb, thick wads of feral yellowed cum spraying out.
The first ropes of cum splattered across Will's chest, thick and soft hair pushing out beneath it as his moobs got bigger and bigger, swelling wider... and Grant moved forward, stuffing the tip of his pointed shaft into the boy's mouth. Will began gulping down the seed, gulp after gulp. He could feel it pooling into his stomach, filling it up... but the tingling was spreading throughout his body. Will's ears tingled as the pushed into points and covered with fur. A painful throbbing filled his face for a moment as his mouth pushed out around the cock, his muzzle growing in to suck off his master better. His stubble pushed out, forming a soft coating of fur.
Will gasped as he felt new points of pleasure along his chest, feeling his moobs pushed up as new ones pushed in, some of his belly devoted to the new moobs. The gasp gave Grant more room and he thrust forward, pushing his cock down further into Will's mouth. Will gulped and sucked at the cock, his throat massaging the sensitive flesh. The huge werewolf watched the youth change, knowing what a future awaited them... Years of living in their own juices, eating and having sex...
Will continued suckling the cum from Grant, almost sucking it down like milkshake slop from a huge straw. Will was starting to have to bend over a bit more as he grew taller and wider. His shoulders ached as they spread wider, his ribs rounding out more beneath the massive fat. Will wriggled furry clawed toes on wide fat paws, his huge hands moving to start massaging Grant's huge furry sheathe. Grant growled, loving the look of his creation.
The cum burned through Will's body, stretching to change every part of him. His eyes clamped shut in lust changed yellow, sharp fangs filling his maw. Will's ass pushed out, the cheeks rounding as a tail slipped down over it, his canine tail hole aching to be filled, fur flushing out on the tail. A sudden rush of heat entered Will's groin and he knew it was time... Time for him to become a real male... Will gasped, sucking harder as his cock began to throb and thicken, stretching longer. His balls dropped longer in his sack as silver fur spread over the pouch. More and more blood poured into Will's shaft, the flesh turning a bright red as it practically oozed precum. The tip pushed ahead of the rest into a point before thick pearly precum began drizzling out, smearing onto Grant's furry belly.
Will kept suckling the huge cock, feeling his own, flexing his clawed appendages, grunting and growling... He felt the vibration move through him, all of him... He could feel at least twice as much belly, his form hulking. He was gigantic. Will knew it was every fantasy he'd ever had, but... it was real. He was a huge werewolf slob with a werewolf slob mate. Will shuddered, trying to hold back his flow... but it was too late. He shuddered and moaned before he howled around the cock in his mouth, his own cock throbbing.
Grant lifted his head, joining with Will in a howl as the young pup's cock throbbed and began spraying his own first load... The last few drops of his human cum sprayed out before the flow turned into the same yellow werewolf cum as his master, coating them both, matting their fur with cum. Will poured and poured for countless minutes, his back arching as clawed hands wrapped around his shaft, jerking him off. Grant milked Will for every drop he had until both werewolves were left panting and spent. They stood on adrenaline alone before they both fell onto the couch. The couch groaned and collapsed to the floor, the two massive bodies pressed together, fat cum soaked flesh against cum soaked flesh. Grant wrapped his arms around Will and pulled him up so their cocks were against one another, their bellies pressed. Grant gazed into Will's eyes deeply.
"Is it everything you wanted?" Grant murmured. Will panted, trying to reclaim his breath before he finally nodded, moaning.
"And more, so much more... It's real, my dream." Will whispered.
"I'm glad I could finally make it come true..." Grant whispered. Will leaned in, tilting his head so their muzzles could interlock in a kiss, the two wolves kissing for a long moment before finally Will broke it again.
"Do we have to wait for full moons for this?" he murmured. Grant laughed, shaking his head.
"For us... any time we get carried away eating or having sex, this could be a possibility... Every day could be a full moon... But tonight, once a month, we get to experience the fun of an over-full moon... Everything's easier... Our true selves." Grant whispered. Will moaned.
"I love over-full moons... and over-full bellies... and over-full wolves." Will whispered.
"You noticed?" Grant grinned.
"I thought I was doing it!" Will protested.
"You were!" Grant laughed and soon Will did the same.