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Hugh switched of the radio, snorting at the bullshit warnings that there was an infection in the area. Apparently the water supply was unsafe, what were people supposed to drink for the week or so until this was fixed, Soda? Clearly it was some publicity stunt by some corporation. Pulling his keys out of the ignition switch, he stepped out of his battered pickup and headed to the pit stop, planning to pick up some beers and chips for the game later. Though once he noticed the bar with a few harleys out front on the next lot over, he dumped the supplies in his truck and headed over for a drink, after all, it was a hot day and the game wasn't for another two hours, three if he skipped all the pre-game crap. It was the Beasts vs the Patriots, the score was pretty much already decided anyway. All that was left was for the game to be played out. Slipping into the artificially cool shack, he ambled over to the solid oak bar, eyeing the interior and deciding that this was definetly a place worth coming to. The patron were pretty quiet, talking amonst themselves, sharing the occasional laugh. Pretty homely, but not too much so; a good place to drink in Hugh's opinion. Once he had his over frothy beer in hand (ok, maybe the bar man needed to learn how to pour properly) he headed towards an empty both at the back wall, by where an empty space had been left, presumably for darts or something.

While nursing his drink a small suspicion began to form. While it was okay to be friendly with people, the barman seemed a little too much so, winking and touching the guys a little inappropriately. Worse still, none of the guys seemed to care, and on closer inspection, seemed to be a little too friendly with each other as well. Determined to finish his beer and get out of there, he chugged the first half in one, not noticing the salty tang to the bitter beer.

Hugh's suspicions about the bar grew as the air around him filled with soft moans and animalistic grunts. However, before he could get up to leave, unfinished drink or no, an intense burning sensation formed in his crotch, akin to the feeling of being kicked in the balls. Gasping he threw and hand into his jeans, trying to feel for any cause of the pain. Shocked he found his cock throbbing and sensitive, and his balls tighter than usual. His shock turned to terror as he felt his sack continue to tighten and pull up into his abdomen, soon leaving him with nothing below his penis but smooth, sensitive skin. Heart beating madly with fear, he tore open his jeans and exposed his crotch, and watched in shock as even his dick shrunk in size, and the smooth skin left behind by his missing balls slowly split open into a pair of feminine lips. Before he could recover from the shock enough to pull up his pants and escape this obviously infected bar, strong hands gripped him, pulling him from his booth and slamming him against a wall, his naked crotch pressing into the cold wood.

Those same strong hands began to rub over his shoulders and back, giving the occasional slap to his exposed rear. The breath from his unseen attacker was warm and moist as it puffed across the back of his head and neck. Turning his head to get a look at his assailant, he would have been shocked to see that those strong hands belonged to a massive anthropomorphic bull whose chest resembled the front of Hugh's truck, had his reserve of shock had not already been used up by his sudden loss of his manhood. No longer content with just Hugh's back, the bull's hands slipped under Hugh's arms and caressed his stomach, reaching lower and lower as the circled with aching slowness. Eventually the dinner plate sized paws reached their goal, pausing as the rubbed over Hugh's clit instead of the expected cock and balls. The bull huffed just behind Hugh's head as his face began to burn with embarassment. However, instead of discouraging the bull, this unexcpected turn seemed to excite him, as he pressed closer, allowing his tented jeans to rub roughly against Hugh's ass, even as the air filled with louder moans and the sloppy sounds of sex.

Hugh tried to pull away from the giant bull as those heavy furred paws began rubbing the soft wet lips that had replaced his manhood. No matter how he struggled though, his captors grip did not loosen nor did his wandering fingers stop their tantalising search. Suddenly, one thick digit plunged into the truckers sopping cunt, spreading him wide and sending electric pulses of pleasure and heat through his body. Hugh tried not to cry out, still hoping that he could escape from the bull, and this bar filled with sex-mad infected.

His hope was in vain however, as with some awkward shifting and gutteral grunts, the bulls tight jeans soon joined Hugh's torn pair on the floor, and a slick throbbing weight soggily plopped onto his crack, a trail of clear precum soon dribbling between the tight cheeks seemingly seeking out the warm cunt hidding between Hugh's legs. The bull seemed distracted for a moment, content to lick and suck upon his unwilling partners neck as his thick meat grew to full attention, almost spurting precum with each pulse of his masculine cock. With a final long lick, leaving trails of hot breath and saliva on the back of the slowly transforming cunt boy the bull shifted, pinning Hugh to the cold wall, and with one hand manuvered his giant throbbing phallus to the dripping cunt awaiting his dick. With one animalistic thrust, he shoved the full glistening length into Hugh, spreading his virgin cunt to the limit, smashing the hymen and taking the weakly protesting trucker.

For his part, Hugh managed not to scream in ecstasy, most of his brain still crying out in disguist and shock at his current situation, but there was one quickly growing part that pushed back onto the bull, that wanted to take his seed deep inside him. A part that wanted to be claimed so deeply by the bulls cum that the stain could never be washed away. While this inner turmoil grew and battled within his mind, and the bull thrust deep inside him, the infection that had been content to leave Hugh with nothing more than a cunt for his troubles began to seep across his body once again. The dark treasure trail of hair that lead to the glorious bounty softened and spread, becoming a carpet of chocolate brown fur across his body. His ears, one of which was reciving loving sucks from his lover, began to shift towards the top of his skull, lengthening and gaining points as well a a solid helping of brown fur, even as Hugh's face began to stretch out into a long hard muzzle, from which a long pink tongue unfurled to dangle from his lips as he panted in his now fully lustful moans.

The bull took his mate's transformation in his stride, adjusting his ball slapping thrusts to allow his partners tail to push out from his beautifully sculpted ass. The cunt surrounding his massive member suckled and rolled along his length in knee-weakening counter point to his long, powerful thrusts. He was barely managing to keep himself from cumming in any given second, trying to wait until the last second of his lovers transformation. The elastic of his undersized jockstrap bit into his thighs with each forward swing, and his leather jacket was barely holding together under the strain of his new iron hard muscles.

After what seemed like an age of slick, mind numbing orgasm denial, he felt the final shudders of change sweep across his little wolf's body, who was now eagerly slamming himself back onto the massive prick embedded deep inside him. Taking his queue, the bull grabbed the smaller man's hips and began thrusting with renewed vigor, instantly sending the wolf into a well overdue orgasm, splattering his female juices across his lovers pendulous balls and thighs. After another few seconds of heavenly pounding, the bulls balls jerked up and a veritable flood of semen exploded from his shuddering cock, painting the inside of his lover in just a few powerful spurts, leaving the other half of his orgasm to spurt out the wolf's slick, hyper-sensitive cunt, re-covering his already dripping sack and thighs.

Stepping back he let his softening cock slid out of his partners cunt, elliciting a high pitched whimper from the broken wolf as it rubbed against his raw clit. He took a few second to rub the remnants to his orgasm out of his dick, and wiped of the juices with a discarded shirt lying on a nearby table. A swift look around told him that no-one was going to care about an unpaid tab, so he picked up the pile of cloths at his feet and the almost comatose wolf and carried them out to his truck.

After laying the comparitively small canine on his bed in the back and hanging the slightly soiled clothes over the front seat, he slipped under the covers with the wolf, wrapping his strong beefy arms around the soft torso. As he did so, Hugh reacted instincively, pulling the strong arms around himself, snuggeling into the bulls warm body.

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