BBW
#2 of Quickies
Another quickie.
"Just give me a little more time," Mike thought, looking up at the night overhead. He'd been trapped back at the store longer, which delayed him getting out of town. Time wasn't on his side: his toes had punctured through the sock, already. An old pair, certainly, but he'd learned to be cautious.
A moment later, and he was certain: more toes spilled out of the sock, his nails digging into the shoe's lining. Mike's chest, pounding heart included, expanded too. He scratched his face: was that fur, or had he just forgotten to shave that week? Sometimes he did that. If you looked unkempt regularly, nobody would notice if you rocked up looking especially wild.
Mike's phone buzzed angrily on the seat beside him; he ignored it. He knew who it was from anyway. His hookup was great: Timbrr hadn't seemed like the thing for him, but the app hadn't proved as awful as he'd been told. Still awful, of course; just not that awful. He just wanted to meet up with other guys who understood what he was about.
The car accelerated slightly, teasing the speed limit. The nails digging into the steering wheel were getting longer and sharper; he could feel the keratin thickening them out. He winced; there was always pain, but panic overrode that response.
"At least the sweat's stopped," he thought grimly: it wasn't a great sign, but now he didn't have to wipe his forehead every ten seconds. Pushing out his mandible, he cracked in jaw. His muzzle was coming in, and manual adjustments relieved some of the pressure. His darkening nostrils sniffed; he hoped he smelled good, or whatever was appropriate.
His shirt was straining underneath his coat and he felt overheated. Panting, he rolled down the window, half-tempted to stick his head out into the wind as it rushed by. He wriggled his changing toes, trying to get the claws unstuck.
Swearing, he pulled off the road. He wasn't going to make it in time; but the woods were right there. Hoping his car would be okay, he wound up the window, his growing strength breaking the handle. Swearing again, he got out, hiding the keys under some rocks. A bottle of Mike's urine was emptied over the lot: it helped him find his way back.
Dropping the bottle, he mashed his padded finger at the screen of his phone. He hoped the garbled symbols could be deciphered as an apology. Slamming the last door shut behind the phone, Mike sprinted.
His hookup was going to be disappointed, as Mike started to lose articles of clothing. Zippers unzipped, and buttons popped off, as he leapt forward. He bounded along, getting faster as his shoes slowly disintegrated, his hindpaws slashing through the already-worn faux-leather.
Pausing briefly Mike reached around, claws wearing away at the denim until it finally gave, releasing his tail. Musk followed, and he felt the remnants of his boxers sliding down his legs. The front of his shirt spilled open, and the dirty sleeves strained at the shoulders, the soft fabric catching around his huge hands as muscular furry arms billowed out.
Mike was a little surprised: the clearing wasn't as far as he thought. Then again, he'd never run it mid-transformation before, and as he was almost completely a seven-and-a-half-foot wolf-man, he could make decent time. His muzzle sniffed the dirt, his red cock pushing out.
"About time you showed up," the smaller wolf-man growled.
"Sorry, did you get my text?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I just shoved it into my pocket right here," the other wolf responded sarcastically, pointing to his ass. Smirking, he replied, "You're really just lucky you're immensely fuckable." Turning around and dropping on all fours, he lifted up his tail, he mumbled, "Come on, I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf."
Saliva dripping from his mouth, Mike padded up, tearing off at the remnants at his clothes. Grabbing the littler wolf, he groaned, burying his snout into the other's butt. Sniffing and licking, he felt his lupine shaft growing heavier and heavier, his huge balls churning and growling in contentment.
Slobbering over his ass, Mike made sure it was all nice and wet. He could easily hold the smaller wolf down with one paw; using the other he stroked himself off, oozing pre-cum onto his padded fingers and making his shaft nice and slick. With a sticky hand, he moved his snout out of the way, making sure his partner's hole was well-lubricated.
Aiming his massive red rocket at the dark hole, Mike eased himself in; the pointed tip squeezing. Grunting, he pushed in further, fighting against the natural tendency for it to slide out. The smaller wolf-man yelped, his body stretching outward as inch after inch of Mike's cock was forced inside.
Rocking back and forth, Mike shifted his hands; one sliding around the other wolf's shoulders, the other grasping the throbbing cock that bulged out of the sheath above the hole that gripped his own. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, saliva flying everywhere as he ground deeper into the hot insides of his partner.
Grunting again, he felt his knot squeeze through; his partner yelped in pain as the big wolf's big cock slipped in completely. Mike groaned, he wasn't far; his fat balls were churning. "Just a little more..."
He exhaled quickly; semen fired out of him, into the warm folds of his partner's insides. Panting, he let his balls drain, the fluid spilling back down along his shaft. It'd be stuck in there until his knot went down. His attention turned to the other wolf dick, gripping it tighter, he jerked and jerked as the other wolf-man moaned and yelped, until his own load had fired out when Mike had squeezed tightly on his knot.
Two panting wolves waited to recover their strength. Still with his cock squirting and buried deep in the other's ass, Mike heard, "So, same time next month?"