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Fall was approaching. School had begun. The air was getting a little cooler but it was still quite warm. It was Friday. The week ended. People were getting prepared for the long weekend, Monday being the Labor Day.
Two weeks at college had passed. Due to the three days long weekend approaching, students decided it was the perfect time to party. Frank, an average student now to his second year in college, was, of course, invited to a party with his friends. Barely 18 and more of a bookworm guy, he was studious and discreet. Partying was not his way of living. Of course, he liked having some fun from time to time, but he, firstly, focused on his studies. He did not know what career he wanted to do later, but he was paying closely attention to his grades. He could count on his hands the number of times he drank alcohol... on a single hand in fact. He never had been drunk. It was not he did not want to try, it was because, most of time, he was the one designed to drive after the party. However, tonight there was a party and everybody was invited to sleep there.
Frank left the locker corridor where there were practically no more people. He passed his right hand on his face to push aside his dark brown hair falling passed his eyebrows. His tired green eyes opened wide at the thought of the party. He received the directions from the girl planning the weekend at her cottage. Last time he checked on facebook, it was scheduled at 7:30 PM tonight. He lowered his eyes to his black watch. It was 5:00 PM. He had enough time to return home, a twenty minutes car ride from school, to get changed and to buy some alcohol. Dinner was prepared there so he figured out he did not need to bring anything to eat.
As the teenager open the red doors to the outside, he backed his head a little, taking a big breath of exterior air. He walked down the asphalt alley to the parking where his car was the nearest one to the college. Arriving thirty minutes earlier than the scheduled hour for the classes was handy on that point. He put his lunch box on top of his metallic blue car and dropped his school bag to his feet while searching in his green Levis pants pockets for his keys. Picking up the keys, he lowered his seat and put his stuff behind before getting in. Seated, he tugged his green and yellow tiled shirt with short sleeves and placed himself comfortably before turning on his car.
He arrived home thirty minutes later due to the rush hour and construction. He did take a shower in the morning before school so he guessed he did not need to take another one before leaving. He emptied his school bag and filled it with clothes, deodorant, a swimsuit and a towel. He took his sleeping bag and a pillow with him and just before leaving left a note to his parents to tell them he left, already aware he was leaving for the weekend. He had printed the way up to the cottage and returned in his car. He went getting some alcohol and then checked the first direction to go.
He drove to the highway. While driving, he put the radio on to his favorite channel, a classical music one. He lowered the windows and turned the volume high, listening to a Vivaldi concerto in E minor for strings. Frank had been on the highway for now a full hour. If he hated something, it was to arrive late. He ever tried to be the earlier possible for a destination.
Finally, he made it to the end of the highway. He arrived in a little town north at the frontier of woods. If he did look carefully on the paper on which the road was indicated, it should be another twenty minutes, if not more. The more he deepened in woody area, the smaller and the least popular were the roads. The road was sometimes going up, sometimes going down circling the mountains. Finally, Frank arrived to a muddy and grainy street, large enough for only a vehicle. He followed the narrow road for a good minute before noticing he was actually encircling a lake. It was probably the lake where his friend's cottage was built near. Now the only thing he had to do was to find the cottage.
He looked down on the dashboard and suddenly noticed his fuel tank was approaching empty. He guessed there was still enough for getting to the cottage then driving back to a near service station. After looking closely to the cottages he was barely seeing the addresses, his vision slightly decreasing for not habituate his eyes to see tiny things that far. The address he was searching was '8'. The more he tried to identify these, the more his vision seemed to come blurry. In the end, he stopped in front of a cottage on the lakeside, which seemed to be the good one.
As he drove in the entrance and parked behind the house, he saw only one car parked, probably the girl organizing the party. She said she was bringing some guys with her. At least he would not be all alone. As he climbed the wooden stairs to the front door, he noticed the address was not '8' but '3'.
"Oh! Fffffu-! Damn! Why can't those eyes see correctly a little!" he exclaimed to himself, not paying attention if there were actually people in there. Just as he was getting down the stairs, he stumbled half the way in his too long shoelaces. After some swearing, he got back onto his feet and crouched on his vehicle. He hated those shoes for their too long shoelaces, in which he sometimes was stumbling.
"Hey! You alright?" asked a low voice Frank presumed coming from the cottage resident. He turned his head toward the provenance and saw a 'giant' man holding a beer in his hand. Near the seven feet if not over, the man was a giant compared to the barely five feet and a half the boy was (and that only if he was wearing his shoes). That man had brown short hair on his head, slightly round due to hairy puffy cheeks, supported by two large shoulders. A dense light brown beard covered his cheeks. He was wearing a tight and large gray wifebeater highlighting a prominent gut, barely covered. "Probably a beer gut." Frank thought, seeing the man taking a sip of the one he was holding. With that, he was wearing a pair of dark grey joggings that seemed too short for him, at least half a foot up his bare hairy feet.
He got slowly down the stair and approached the boy, asking if he was all right. Frank had to admit: he was his type. However, being gay was not intending he wanted to have sex with any guy he would find attractive. He waited for years and was sure being able to wait more: to wait for the special one. Anyway, what was telling him that man was gay or at least bisexual? He chased those thoughts away to, first, not drift into fantasies, second, answer the question.
"I guess I'll be fine."
"What are you doing here, man?"
" 'just got the wrong address. Sorry for the disturbance." Frank tried walking back to the conductor side when the man asked him: "Hey, don't be so harsh with yourself! Come inside, we'll check if you're not hurt. If you are, I have everything here."
Frank looked in the giant's eyes, light brown, and lowered his as he felt blushing. "Hm... I guess that would be a good idea..." he finally said. "Be at ease." The giant man picked him up in his arms, surprising the boy. He could feel his round gut, his fatty nipples, his large and hairy arms, his broad shoulders and particularly the sweet gaze the man was making him, giving the little boy a beginning of an erection. He tried thinking immediately of something else, but the embrace of that giant made it impossible for him. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice. Or would have he preferred him to notice? Frank chased that thought away immediately.
The moment in the grasp of the man finally ended when Frank was put down on an old beige sofa. Still in a trance mood for that short but wonderful instant, Frank made the giant repeat three times: "Where are you feeling hurt?" "Huh? Oh! I'm sorry, 'was thinking of something else." Was all he managed to say as an excuse. "I'm hurt on the knees and hands, mostly." Both check his hands. There were slight scratches but nothing seemed serious. Frank tried tugging his green pants up his knees, but it barely passed his hairy calves, matchless against the man's legs he could see since his joggings were not long enough. When looking to the man's feet, he noticed he went outside for him bare foot. Well, 'bare foot' was a matter to reconsider with that amount of hair on these feet.
Just fantasizing about how hairy that body could be was stirring the member in the pants of the young-looking boy again. He placed himself rapidly on the sofa in a position where the bulge would seem less obvious. " 'can't tug it more? I guess you'll have to remove your pants to make it easier." "NO!" Frank shouted mentally. "Yea..." Frank said despite his thoughts. He asked the man in front of him to back off while he would remove his shoes and get up to unbutton his pants. Just as Frank hoped the man backed off. He removed his shoes and slowly stood on his legs, giving time for his rigid member to calm down.
"So... you live here?" asked Frank, trying to make a visual contact during he unbuttoned his slightly loose green Levis, still a little tense at the crotch.
"Nah, this place is to my parents."
"Ok, and what's your name?"
" 'name's Eric. Yours?"
"Frank. My pleasure."
"My pleasure too. So what's a kid like you doing around here?" he asked, taking a look at the knees of the boy, the erection gone, the left one slightly bleeding.
"I came joining my friends to a party, but 'couldn't see well the addresses and confused yours for their."
"I see. What's your age?"
Frank found the questions getting a little personal, but he guessed it was not dangerous for him to answer. While they had been talking, Eric left the room for the bathroom and came back with first aid kit.
"I'm eighteen. Barely."
"Really? I thought you were a year or two younger."
"I guess that must be because of my long hair and my childish smile." Frank joked, making an exaggerated smile.
"And I'm... well... can you guess MY age?" Eric asked with a playful smile, patting his round gut.
"Hmm... You look like in the early thirties, I guess."
"Not at all, 'just got twenty-one two weeks ago." He softly said.
"Is that some sarcasm or joke?" asked Frank, surprised and not sure if he could believe it.
Eric finished the disinfection and the bandage on the left knee and let himself fall on another couch, his gut seeming slightly larger, the wifebeater standing a little upper, showing a inch or two of his very hairy belly. The couch he seated on was next to the sofa where Frank had been sitting, separated by a little table full of objects. He let a low long belch out of his mouth after taking another sip of his bear, the last sip of it. He put in a box containing already seven empty beer bottles and sixteen other full bottles in. He took his wallet on the messy table aside the couch, taking out his driving license and proving his age, even though on the photo he was shaved and that he looked a tad younger. Frank was stunned. He thought guys with that shape could not be anything near his age, sadly for him. But he was mistaken. He had his greatest fantasy right before his eyes and was about his age. He urged to put his pants back, another uncontrollable erection starting to form in his tight and long dark blue boxers.
"Hum... Thanks for everything... I think... I think I should get going, they're probably waiting for me..." Frank stammered, buttoning back his pants. "Already leaving?" Those two words froze Frank. He did not want to leave. At least, his body didn't want to. His head was telling him he stayed enough time here and maybe too much. Nor he did not know who that Eric really was. He turned to tell the young man, seated on the couch, a leg extended the long of it and the other down, foot on the floor. The position did look very sexy if not provocative. Eric was showing a slight smile, one of his big hairy hands on top of his beer gut, moving up and down as he inhaled and exhaled large puffs of air. The other hand was on his inner thigh. Very provocative. Intended or not? "I told you earlier: don't be so harsh with yourself. Take your time. Relax a little. 'want a beer?"
The man stretched an arm to take a full beer in the box and handed it to Frank. " 'can't, I'm driving."
"So? I often take one or two and drive anyway."
"I just got my driving license a year ago, I'm still forbidden to have any alcohol in my blood when driving."
"Ha! Good boy! Seriously? 'want a medal for it?"
"What?!" exclaimed Frank, a little upset at what he just heard. "You just have a bit of road to drive and there's never any police here, it's a narrow one-way road. You just have some cottages further to look for before arriving to your friends' party. You could even walk there." Eric removed his extended leg from the couch and patted the place next to him. Frank, after briefly thinking, could only smile as he agreed with the giant. He knew he should get going but that man looked so sympathetic and... so hot.
Just as Frank took the offered beer in his hand, Eric took another one in the box, opened it and started drinking some. As he watched him drink, Frank watch that big belly of his, imagining all the beers Eric had needed to drink to get to that size. He was so tall, so big... and so hot. He did not even notice he started drinking some of the beer, sliding directly down to his own belly. He focused on the giant next to him, on the same couch, as his belly seemed to swell slightly with each gulp of beer. Hell, he was hot. That body was amazing to his eyes. Even the insisting bulge in his pants seemed harder than earlier. The giant noticed that gaze and his eyes met with Frank's. Eric took another sip, the act immediately followed by his "guest". Both slightly turned their upper body to keep facing themselves, their backs wedged in the two corners of the couch. Both had a beer in their hand, keeping on drinking.
Eric finished his before Frank. After lowering his arm and dropping the beer bottle in the box next to the couch on his side, he let out a powerful belch. "Oh god!" He murmured softly, before slapping his hard gut with a large hairy hand, his eyes closed. He semi-opened his eyes and saw that the boy next to him was only half way with his bottle. "Are you gonna pass night on that bottle, kid?" The 'kid' wrinkled his eyebrows, still looking at the man, and objected: "I'm no more a kid. Plus I'm only three years younger than you are." "Prove it. Drink it all." To prove his man pride, Frank, as a challenge, brought the beer bottle to his lips and started gulping down all the beer to the last drop. While the 'kid' kept drinking, the 'man' took two other full bottles. When Frank finished it, he felt his throat slightly burn to the strong bitter taste of beer. He brought his free hand in front of his mouth for politeness as he burped. He felt somehow... full. He brought a hand to his belly. He felt his erection in his pants, rubbing against his thigh, getting even harder, just as if more blood poured in it.
As he looked back to Eric, he could see him handing to him another bottle. "I... I think I got enough..." Frank softly moaned, bringing a hand to his full belly. "The 'kid' can't take anymore?" The 'kid' glared at him. He was not going to let himself insult like that.
"I bet you cannot drink anymore." provoked the 'man'. Frank took the bottle from Eric and started drinking it straight to prove the man he was not a 'kid' anymore. With each gulp, Frank felt the bitter taste becoming slightly better. He thought it was because he was now a man and that his taste was now changing to like that bitter taste, like any other real men. As the giant watch him obey, he felt himself powerful. That feeling of power aroused him. He still had not opened his bottle. He would give it to that 'kid' after he finishes drinking this one. He dropped his arm holding it to his side. He felt an erection growing in his joggings. In fact, he felt his earlier erection growing again. Just before that 'kid' got here, he had been keeping on masturbating and drinking beer, filling that expanding gut of his. Masturbating to the fantasies of fucking the first person offered to him. Man or woman, he didn't care, as long as he could thrust in and out his huge erect dick. As he fucks as wildly as a beast. At the thought of his earlier masturbation and fantasies, he closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt his cock hardening more and more in his dad's oversized jogging. These, plus the wifebeater, were the only clothes he found fitting him as he... Eric put his leg back on the couch, putting it behind Frank, whose his free hand was now playing with his erect member through his pants, unconsciously. Seeing how aroused that 'kid' was was turning on even more the 'man', whose dark grey cotton pants were obviously tenting larger by second.
Frank finished the bottle and gave a victory look to Eric. However, his face changed completely as he noticed the large tent in the man's joggings, thunderstruck. " 'like what you see, 'kid'?" Eric said with a deeply sensual tone, lowering his eyes on the grip Frank held: his own erection. "Oh yeah..." Frank responded, hypnotized at the tenting jogging's sight, while he was keeping on massaging his cock through his pants. He suddenly dropped the empty bottle on the couch and brought his free hand to his belly. Not only he felt full, he felt bloated, inflated. He felt his belly slightly press against the dimensions of his buttoned shirt, against each inch of it. Watching him bloat, Eric brought a hand to wrap the tenting in his joggings and slowly massaged his erection through the clothes. Pulsing thoughts and needs were overtaking his rationality. He opened the beer in his hand and just as he was going to gulp it down, he offered it to Frank, with a wide grin.
Frank's eyes were locked on the huge tent Eric was now wrapping in a hand. "Ffuuuck..." he murmured, eyes shutting for a moment as he felt his cock starting to leak uncontrollably in his pants, marking a dark and wet spot. He raised his eyes to the beer bottle Eric was offering him. As he was going to grab it, rationality came back to his mind and he exclaimed : "N- No more! I... I really gotta go!..." Frank stood up fast on his feet, his usually slightly loose pants at the waist now fitting him perfectly. Even his feet in his small socks seemed bigger, confined in their case. Due to his too fast standing, Frank brought a hand to his head, blood rushing to the brain, seeing all black for some seconds before losing stability and falling back on the couch, still grasping his erect member. Eric took advantage of the situation to get closer to the 'kid', the 'boy', HIS boy. He brought the beer to the face of Frank. The first thing Frank saw, when colors and forms reshaped, was the bottle at his mouth. He moaned as he felt a thick arm enveloping him around his shoulders, a huge belly pressing against his bloated one and his thighs against his, feeling the massive tent too. The feeling of that 'man' touching and enveloping him felt just like if he was getting rapped, but at the same time, he liked it. Frank brought a hand to massage Eric's round belly while the other kept playing with his cock. He moaned as he touched the hardness of it. Eric brought the beer bottle to Frank's lips, forcing him to drink, to bloat, to get bigger. However, Frank did not resist at getting forced drinking. Frank even took himself the bottle while gulping it to his belly. The taste was getting better with each new bottle.
When Frank took the bottle from Eric's hands, the giant man grinned wide as he placed himself comfortably back in the couch corner, stroking himself through the clothes, a black wet spot forming on the dark joggings from his already leaking cock. That 'kid' was making him hornier and hornier. A building lust was forming in him for that young man. That 'kid'. HIS kid. Eric noticed more changes on Frank than the smaller man did. Frank's shaved beard started to grow out again, now a good millimeter long. His height increased by nearly three inches, making his pants and shirt look slightly shorter. More hair sprouted in both length and density on his arms. His shoulders got slightly rounder, causing the shirt to creak a little, even though it seemed still intact, a certain amount of hair spilling out of his armpits. His belly kept bulging and bulging, pushing against his shirt still resisting somehow, despite it stretched to its limits. His cock in hand, through the pants, kept growing, stiffening as well his balls kept balloning, Frank jerked off while drinking. Eric's breathing became heavier and heavier, stroking himself faster at the changing boy before his eyes. At HIS changing boy. That mental rectification made his erect cock twitch and become even harder, making him moan.
Frank tossed the bottle on the table, emptied. He put, again, his free hand on the gut he was getting, letting out a low soft moan, followed by a belch. His shirt was stretch beyond his limits. He could hear it creak as his belly kept bloating, slower and slower, spots of a hairy belly showing between each buttons from the distended shirt. FRANK felt full to his limits. He looked at Eric, both of them rubbing their erect member through their pants and moaning. "E- Eric... ugh... I- I have t-... ugh... n- no I mean... you... ughhh... you are so... fucking hot...! Ughhh...! I- I need more...! Ughhhhh...! " Frank felt warm gooey liquid spurt hard from his cock and flooding his tight pants, expanding the dark wet spot, as he let out a long orgasm moan. Hearing Frank's orgasm made Eric having his own in his darkening joggings as well. Both wanted more. Both NEEDED more.
Eric took two new bottles and handed one to Frank who, despite the fact he had and needed to leave, took it rapidly, opened it and brought it to his mouth. He was so thirsty. He HAD to drink. He NEEDED to. Between gulps, Eric gave a look at Frank, who was currently putting his hand on his expanding beer gut instead of his cock, now half erect due to the earlier orgasm. He could watch the button shirt slide a bit up the round and hairy belly as it kept pushing larger and larger. POP. POP. The two lowest buttons popped off showing the bottom of the increasing belly. POP. The third lowest popped off. Frank massaged his growing gut, coursing his fingers though the hair covering it, denser and denser. As his shoulders broaden, Frank groaned, forcing these apart, making... POP. POP. POP. ...the last buttons to pop and the shirt sleeves to creak, splitting a little at the top seams, more armpit hair pushing out. Frank moaned deeply, between two gulps, in relief, as his coursing hand moved up to play with his fat and hairy nipples. As Eric saw that growing body, it relived the dying erection in his wet and soaked joggings. That kid was becoming manlier and manlier with each gulp of beer. Manlier, hairier, and bigger in every way. He couldn't chase the thought that this ass was also getting bigger. Since he first saw him outside, Eric felt desires building slowly in him. He needed that 'boy'. He NEEDED him. Eric was rubbing again his cock with his free hand again. He saw Frank's round pushing belly, still very small compared to him, but slowly growing, covered with a very dense vertical line of dark hair expanded around the navel. Both his nipples were getting fatter, darker and bigger, juicy-looking, covered in strong and curly hair. Manlier, hairier, bigger, meatier and even bulkier. That 'kid' of his was arousing him even more. HIS 'kid'.
Frank himself did too watch on Eric while drinking his beer. He could have sworn he saw some changes. Eric's shoulders became even rounder as his biceps seemed like pumping slowly with muscles, giving him a built look. His neck widened. His gut swelled a bit, enough to make his tight wifebeater lift way up his large and deep navel surrounded by a forest of hair. His already very hairy arms were getting denser and longer with hair nearly looking like fur. His bushy beard seemed to spread out further down his neck, nearly joining his chest hair spreading out up the clothes. Some strange dark points appeared at his fingertips, his hands covered in what would be fur. What mostly caught Frank's attention was the still growing and enlarging member in the dark joggings, hardening again his own erection.
Both finished their beer at about the same time and they belched in a loud chorus. The point on Eric's fingertips pierced through the flesh revealing the formation of dark claws. Eric grinned wildly at the sight of his now inhuman hands. Inhuman, but looking so strong, so big, so wild. The claws to their extremities gave him an idea. He used his clawed hands to rip a large hole where his hardon lied. His cock freed, making him grunt happily in relief. It was still human shaped, but slightly red. It was about 3 and a half inches wide by 11 inches long and leaking uncontrollably on the couch, the leak spreading to Frank's seaten ass and coating his pants. As his cock was out of the pants, a strong musk filled the room, intoxicating Eric to a furious masturbation while massaging his gut with the other hand and moaning - grunting - wildly. As Frank inhaled that manly musk, he could feel his hair density thickening rapidly not only on both his chest and hard belly, but down his back to his ass too. The more Eric jerked off his cock, the more it widened and lengthened in his large hands (or paws weren't they now?), filling the room even more with that strong musk. Grinning wide, Frank could see Eric's canines pushing longer and sharper. The giant man, 'beast' should be more appropriate, had his cheeks nearly covered with hair and his ears seemed to even being covered in some. Not understanding why, that strange transformation seemed to turn even more Frank, who did wanted to experiment masturbation cock in his hand too. His waist seemed so retrained with his pants on anyway. He managed to get the button... POP. ...undone then the zipper, which made him exhale in relief as it reduced pressure on his round big hard belly. Unfortunately, the pants were now so tight around his swollen hard thighs it was impossible for him to take them off. His cock and balls were crying for release, confined, swelling. The confining was starting to hurt.
However, unable to do anything about his pants and guided by his thirst for another beer, Frank jumped on the floor to the beer box, beside the couch on Eric's side, the transforming monster seeming too occupied with his own pleasure to give him one. As he was on the floor, he noticed even Eric's feet changed. They were longer, wider, hairy as his hands and claws were forming too. Curious for his, Frank looked down to his own feet and noticed they had already grown out of his small socks, ripped. His feet were now as hairy as Eric's when he first saw him, however not as wide... yet. Still on all four, he crawled eagerly to the box, picked a bottle, opened it up and continued drinking, not even returning to the couch. From his seat the 'beast' looked at HIS 'kid'. He could see very well Frank's round ass, making him jerk off faster and harder, his lustful cock swelling even more at that sight. It had gotten over 4 inches wide and now a foot long, the growth not stopping as fantasies of fucking that round ass coursed through Eric's mind.
The more Frank kept drinking his beer, the larger, bulkier and taller his body was becoming. His cheeks, rounder and puffier, were now covered in a dense brown beard, nearly an inch long, a thick mustache joining both sides up the thirsty lips. His shoulders, as well as his neck, broadened even more with bulk, forcing his shirt to split in the back in a loud slow ripping sound, revealing a very large back. His back was covered in long and curly brown hair with an almost impossible amount for a normal human. Not only his back was getting larger, but his round ass was getting way much larger and rounder, arousing even more Eric, jacking off like if there were no tomorrow, tongue hanging out of his mouth. His eyes were locked on that ass, appealing him, appealing his big hard cock. He could hear the pants starting to creak at the expanding butt. That big butt. So big and so round butt. Eric could imagine himself fucking it for hours. God damn, he was so horny. The more he fantasized about that ass, the more his cock swelled, now five inches wide 13 inches and a half long. Suddenly, Frank's ass, getting even bigger while the pants could not anymore, split the back of his Levis and even his tight boxers, all the way up his ass.
It was now too much. The sight, the URGE, the NEED and even the scent of that bare virgin ass under his eyes were too much. "Fr- Fraaaank!... unghhh!... 'gotta... 'GOTTA FUCK!... unghhhhh!!... FFFUCK YOUR ASS!!!" Frank just finished with the beer and clearly heard Eric's sentence. For a minute he felt the reason returning to him. " No! Don't- NO! DON'T!" He was virgin. He wanted to wait for a true lover for his first time. No. He wanted to find the one, he had to wait. Eric got on his knees, hypnotized by his instincts, hypnotized by that so perfect ass before his eyes. URGE. ASS. FUCK. NEED. CUM. RAPE. Those were the words repeated by Eric's instincts. "Can't fight urges anymore! I need that ass! I need to fuck! I need to cum! To fuck! To rape!" Eric's thoughts were. Knees on the floor, the 'beast' grabbed Frank, trying to crawl away, harshly by the hips, his wet and fat dripping cock pressing against the large virgin ass, wetting it from the unstoppable leaking pre. "STOP!" cried Frank. "N- N- NEED... T- TO FUUUUCK!!" Eric exclaimed with a deeper and animalistic lustful voice as he penetrated raw and wildly HIS 'boy', crying in agony.
Raped. Frank lost his virginity while getting raped by someone he did only know the name. He could feel the wide and long cock making its way through his so tight ass back and forth on a maintained and pulsed rhythm. He felt the monster Eric was becoming holding him tightly by the hips, making him unable to escape. Soon, Frank felt pain being replaced with pleasure as he moaned, feeling pleasure as his prostate was being pressed against in his insides. And with that he felt his own changes resume, making him even hairier, even bigger, and even bulkier. He felt the monster HE was becoming and the more it continued, the more he liked it. The giant's arms holding him kept pumping with muscle mass as his shoulders and thighs did too. They made contrast with the massive gut Frank could feel hitting him with each thrust in. Eric let loose a hand and with the other held him now by a shoulder, HIS 'boy' still on all fours. It was HIS boy. He NEEDED him. He needed him to fuck him. To fuck that tight ass of him. Tight, round, hairy, PERFECT ass. He moved the free hand to Frank's inner thighs and ripped open a hole, freeing the trapped cock and swelling balls. Frank could not be more grateful than he was in the moment. The 'beast' took the 'boy's' growing hard cock, jerking him off while continuing raping him. Was it still rape now, considering the pleasure both of them felt?
Eric kept fucking him harshly when his 'boy' took another beer, wanting to experiment all the pleasure he could. Keeping drinking, Frank could feel his belly rounding more, biceps swelling slightly in muscle, supporting his massive body, and even his fucked butt enlarging around the 'beast's' cock, making Eric moan. Between gulps, the bottom kept yelling at him, his voice lowering each times he spoke: "That's all you've got?! Ugh! Harder! F-Fuuuck! Uuggh! Sh- Show me the beast you are!" Both the young men were aware of every single move they made, every word they said, but these wild instincts kept hypnotizing them with the pleasure. "S- Such a tight ass! Uuggghh!" Eric moaned with a low and animalistic bass voice as he kept fucking.
As Eric kept fucking, he kept changing, even though he was not drinking anymore. His shoulders kept enlarging so has did his frame, just like if with all the beer he drank the changes were continuing. His quadriceps swelled with muscle, ripping slowly and slightly his dad's too tight oversized elastic joggings at the seams. He started to feel a new sensation behind him. A tail was starting to grow out. While fucking and jacking off his 'boy', he brought his hand that served holding Frank to rip the back of his joggings, and so the elastic at the waist, to give enough space for his tail to grow and scratch that itching ass of his as hair was taking the density of fur.
His seventh beer in hand, Frank continued drinking. The strong bitter taste of the beer he barely liked a while ago was now the taste Frank preferred the most. He did not notice it, but he kept growing in height. He was now 6 feet and 4 inches tall, taller than he could ever have hoped. His arms and thighs were bulkier with muscle than he could have imagined. And that big hard gut he had was certainly bigger than he was thinking it could ever been on him. That's for sure if it wasn't about his cock. His previous barely 6 inches long hard cock was now nearly 9 inches long and its inch and a half wideness doubled. His balls kept on swelling, approaching the size of tennis balls, supported in a large heavy sac. The tatters of his ripped shirt fell on the floor, now soaked in pre his cock kept leaking since Eric kept on masturbating him. He felt unable to orgasm yet. He NEEDED to cum. He HAD to. He couldn't, Eric neither. Pleasure and need only kept growing.
"F- Fuck me harder!" begged Frank, already finished with his beer and taking another one, his eighth one. The 'beast' moaned deeply as it trusted even deeper into its 'boy'. "F- Fuuuck!" Frank moaned in return. He now noticed how hairy his hands and arms were getting, looking like fur. He heard a loud ripping sound from his pants as his big rounded ass made it finally split at the waist and as they opened fast all the way on the seams, shredding them to pieces. That feeling of being freed from that confinement made him moan in relief as the shredded clothes fell on the precum covered floor below him. At about the same time, Eric's joggings finally gave way after a slow ripping process. The 'beast' used its free hand to tear off his too small wifebeater, revealing a full fur covered toned chest, furry round fat nipples and hairy big hard rounded belly. They were now both naked and both kept moaning harder, feeling every inch of their hair covered bodies as they fucked, no more separated by clothes. Eric stopped playing with Frank's member and grabbed him by the hips to fuck him harder, slightly bended on the bottom, his gut pressing on the enlarging back. With each thrust in, Eric's huge heavy baseball-sized balls, and even still growing, slammed against Frank's firm round ass roughly. The more he continued fucking him, the more he could feel his face contort in a muzzle, in a slow process, sharp teeth filling it. Ears were topping behind his head, long, large, hairy and pointed. Eric was now over seven and a half feet tall and sure was over 400 lbs by now. He suddenly stopped his fuck.
"Hey! What 're you doing?!" exclaimed Frank. As soon as he finished his sentence, Frank got turned, still pined by Eric in order to face his fucker. Still held by the hips, the 'beast' in front of Frank's amazed eyes lift him up and pressed him on the pre-covered couch, the large and solid couch's legs creaking a little to their combined massive weight, before they suddenly return to their wild fucking and moans. Eric was no more a man, he was become what was like a werewolf. A huge, chubby, beefy and virile werewolf. While both kept fucking, they notice how their eye color was bright, an amber color. Frank brought a hand to his cock, getting a deep red, and masturbated as he brought the other hand to caress Eric's furry beer gut. Frank could see Eric's face slowly push out in a muzzle. There was about an inch and a half of it done. Eric could see Frank's puffy cheeks covered entirely in a rough and dense beard, reaching down to his furry two fat dark nipples, the skin almost disappeared under the brown hair. The perverse smile on the bottom's face was making him smile perversely too. Eric could even notice some of Frank's teeth sharpening. They were getting as wildly as his owns. As both transforming men locked their eye contact, they approached face to face and kissed.
As Frank kissed with Eric, he felt the beast urging out of him, driving him wild and... so thirsty for more changes. He finally broke the kiss and lowered his face down in Eric's sweaty armpit as he felt his own face contort slowly in a muzzle, hair spreading on his face. Eric's strong musk emanating from his armpit and entering into Frank's lungs urged even more the beast, pushing his head back from it, tongue hangning out to the side, happily. He looked to his top's chest and hurried his thirsty lips to a fat nipple and started sucking up the juices from it. It tasted a bit creamy, rich. Eric moaned as he kept 'nourishing' HIS 'boy' - his 'pup'. That 'pup' of his he was going to give all he had to give to make him a huge 'beast' just like he was. However, even if he would be big as he was, HE would be the top, the dominant, the master. All these thoughts made him fuck his 'pup' harder and slighlty faster, making him growl in pleasure, his body responding to the pleasure, getting even taller and broader, his cock even bigger. His cock, now a bright red and springing out of a hairy sheath, widened to a maximal 6 inches and a length of 15 inches, stretching a bit more his 'pup' tight hole, Frank moaning in return.
As the warm liquid flowed down Frank's throat, he could feel his body stretch in height a little and a tail starting to form. The hair growing rate accelerated. Even his frame continued increasing: shoulders rounded and broadened larger, now just as Eric's were before his sudden growth, neck widened, quadriceps swelled so has did his firm round butt, arms pumped with even more muscles and his beer gut swelled a bit more. He could feel his cock he kept masturbating with his clawed and furry hand grow in every dimension, now over 4 inches and a half wide by 11 inches long, the swelling slowing. It was now entirely red and a bit pointed at the tip, completely out of a sheath. He was becoming a beast himself too. The more he drank, the more his tail grew out, longer, larger and fluffier. He even felt his face contorting in a muzzle more and more as he kept swallowing.
Eric noticed that more Frank kept drinking his own juices, more that 'pup' of his kept growing and getting heavy, despite his huge muscles. Frank was now as big, in frame, as Eric was before the new growth he just had. The bottom stopped drinking, licking the juices running around his dark lips. Fur was now covering his entire face and his ears, triangular, were atop his head. Both werewolves gazed in each other eyes, smiling perversely. The couch underneath them finally crushed on the floor due to their massive weight and wild fucking. Eric stopped fucking as he fell on his bottom, their big round bellies pressing against each other. Both of them kissed, Eric withdrawing himself from Frank's ass. Immediately after, the top stood up, his back and head bended to avoid hitting the ceiling, now 8 feet and 4 inches tall. His cock was still erect, having still not cum yet. While watching his top - no, his 'alpha', his dominant - getting up, Frank kept masturbating, his other hand massaging his huge grapefruit and swelling balls, smiling at him. With a wide grin and a deep gruff voice, Eric ordered, panting: "Huff... On your legs, pup. Now." With that sentence made, Eric gave himself a loud slap on his hard muscle gut, making him moan deeply then belch loudly.
Frank stood on his legs, supported by wide and strong digitigrades paws, just as Eric's. Frank was now 7 feet and 7 inches tall and nearly as wide as the alpha, his pumped muscles on his arms and large shoulders emphasizing the wideness of his body. His alpha's legs and arms were nearly as big as tree trunks, supporting the massive hard round gut. Eric looked at his smaller 'pup' with a mischievous grin and brought his large right paw to stroke his cock. Frank was a bit less wide than he was and a bit smaller. He had at that point a smaller gut than he had, but that ass was much larger and meatier than his. So big, so round and so tight... "Turn around, pup." Eric ordered him. "Is that what you want?" asked innocently Frank, his voice much lower than earlier, with a slightly growling and seductive tone of voice, as he turned and offered his ass to Eric. The alpha approached, his cock in hand. He pressed his throbbing member against Frank's hole then hold him by the hips, ready to enter him. "You... UGH!" he exclaimed as he penetrated his 'pup' wildly, holding him tight by the hips, his huge bowling-ball-sized balls hitting heavily, in their huge thick sac, Frank's ass. "You're mine! You're my fucking bitch!" "F- Fuck yea! Uuugh! Harder! Fuck me harder! F- Fuuuck!"
The fucking between the two chubby werewolves resumed rapidly. Frank held a hand on the wall in front of him to keep balance as his alpha fucked him vigorously and while he kept masturbating furiously, his cock finally reaching 5 inches and a half wide and 13 inches long, his balls nearly as big as his alpha bowling-ball-sized balls. The more they fucked, the more pleasure they were having, but the ultimate pleasure, the climax, seemed so far, so impossible to get. So they only fucked harder, faster, deeper. "Ugggh! So tight! Your ass! More! Need moooore!" "Ugh! Yea? Think that's tight?! Watch this!" "Uuuggh! You bitch!" Eric growled aggressively as he felt the ass tighten around his cock as he thrust in and out, the unstoppable amount of precum jutting out of his cock serving as a lubricant. "F- Fuuuck..." was all Frank managed to say as he felt his alpha speeding its way in and out his ass, holding him tighter at the hips. He could feel him get deeper into him. Suddenly, he felt the cock starting to swell large in his ass.
"FUUUCK!!!" Frank exclaimed.
"AH! YOU LIKE THAT' DON'T YOU?!"
"F- FUUUCK! I- I'M GOING T- TO CUM!!!"
"UGGGH! M- ME TOO! T- TA- TAKE IT ALL, PUP!!! FUUUUUCK!!!!!"
Eric continued his thrusting, his cock base swelling progressively, as he came hard into Frank's ass big amounts of cum. One jet, two, three, four, five... "F- FUUUCK! It's not stopping! Ugggh! SO GOOD!!!" Eric exclaimed in bliss, before howling with Frank as both came at the same time. Eric's cock continued spraying cum in Frank's ass, so tight cum couldn't drip out of it. Frank cut in his howling abruptly. "Ugggh! G- Get it off! GET IT OFF ME!!!" cried Frank, feeling cum filling him from the insides. "Uggghh... can't... stop... ugggghh... more..." Eric moaned softly with his deep contrabass voice. "Me... me neither... so good... b-but stop...!" Frank added with his bass animalistic voice as he felt himself cum unstoppable hot thick jets on the wall and floor, flooding the floor beneath them. Just as Eric tried keeping fucking him, the base of his cock had been swelling in Frank's tight ass. Frank moaned to it as he kept jerking off his cock, his hand coated with sperm keeping on jutting out on the floor. " F- Fuuuck..." Frank moaned as he felt and watch his gut bloat even more as hot cum from his alpha kept filling him, the sprays not stopping. "Ugh...! YEA! THAT'S IT!" The alpha exclaimed, only looking at the ass he tried keeping fucking, swelling even bigger around his cock as he cummed more and more into it. He could feel his cock finally finish its swelling at the base, knotting him up to Frank. That made him stop fucking, but not cumming. "So good... I... I want more... ughh..." Eric moaned, forcing his cock to cum bigger and thicker jets, more and more, deeper, his balls swelling even more to create more sperm, now to the size of basketballs. "Oh yea... that's it..." He said, still holding the bottom tight. "Nghh... Eric..." Frank barely said, his gut rounding and getting bigger, heavier, tighter, fuller.
Eric surrounded Frank in his embrace, running a hand on the still bloating furry belly of his 'pup'. "E- Eric... G- Get off... Please... ugh... so full..." implored Frank as he watch himself bloat even more, his own cumming not slowing, not wanting it to stop either but to make more, his balls swelling slightly over the size of bowling balls. "Can't, we're stuck... ugggh... You have... such a tight ass... uggh... it's... so good... I... I don't want it to stop..." Eric said softly still in bliss, biting him softly on the shoulder as he kept filling Frank, his cumming finally starting to slow. "Fuuuck..." Frank moaned, still standing on the wall with his muscled arm, slowing his masturbation with the other as his orgasm slowed. Eric let himself fall seated on the floor, taking Frank with him, still knotted and keeping on bloating. Where they seated, the floor was flooded with cum from Frank cock. Eric finally stopped cumming into Frank's ass. "Ugh... I'm so full..." Frank said, feeling his alpha's hand massaging his round bloated beer gut. "That's it, pup... Grow and you'll come as big as me someday..." "Fuuuck..."
Both chubby werewolves stayed in that position for minutes, making them realize it was already night outside, the bottom in the top's embrace. When they could finally separate themselves, Eric stood up and held a hand to his 'pup'. Frank's gut had gotten bigger, nearly as big as Eric's, even though the alpha was taller and broader. When he stood on his legs, Eric said: "Let's head to bedroom, pup." "Wait, should I g-... Well never mind..." Frank murmured. "Yea, can't go out to that party like that, can't you? Anyway, sleep with me tonight, I want you by my side." "Are you sure it's not my ASS you want by your side?" Frank asked with a perverse smile. "Maybe... a little..." Eric responded with a mischievous grin and groping his pup's ass, both of them kissing.
After a moment, Eric broke the kiss and leaded them, bended to avoid hitting the ceiling, to his bedroom, to his double bed. As they got onto it, the bed crushed under their weight on the floor, making both of the werewolves giggle. The bed sure was too small too for their height, but they still preferred sleeping on the mattress than on the floor, their body still soaked with semen and sweat. The two werewolves, lay on the bed, kept facing each other, smiling, before kissing and pressing themselves wildly and with passion one against the other in each other embrace, feeling each other's round gut and big muscles. After a minute kissing, Eric's legs made way between Frank's. The smaller werewolf suddenly felt something hot and hard against his ass.
"Already?" Frank asked barely audibly with a playful smile. "Your ass makes me go so wild..." Eric murmured softly in his pointed furry canine ear as he pressed his hard red cock against Frank's tight hole, moaning as it slid between his bottom's butt cheeks. "And your cock makes me go wild..." Frank added with a perverse smile. "You're mine. My bitch, pup... and yet... I can't get... enough of you... UGH!" The alpha entered his bottom one shot and they started fucking wildly again, unable resisting their urges, as they howled together.