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Part 1 of a werewolf transformation series. The full series can be found here (due to Inkbunny content restrictions).", "writing": "[b]Changes - Part 1[/b]\n\nTheo S. Bernard\n\nThis is part 1 of a werewolf transformation series. [url=https://archiveofourown.org/series/5312966]The full series can be found here[/url] (due to Inkbunny content restrictions).\n\n---\n\nIt was a Wednesday when Caleb started turning into a wolf. Of course, he had no idea what was happening at the time. He was staring out the classroom window during a boring math class when he felt a warm tingly feeling moving through his body. It felt like he was getting the flu, but instead of feeling dizzy and lethargic, he felt more alive. Colors looked more muted but smells were bright and vivid, as if he could almost see them. The room reeked of sweat, cheap deodorant and stale sandwiches, but the smell was kind of fascinating as well as disgusting!\n\nCaleb also felt a dull ache in his bones, and he wondered if he should go see the nurse. But then, Bang! The teacher whacked his long wooden ruler on the desk, and Caleb jumped. The strange feeling vanished as his attention was drawn back to the algebra on the board.\n\nOut in the hallway after class, Caleb was rummaging in his bag when someone bashed into his shoulder. Brent turned with a sneer. \"Gee, Sorry!\" He smirked.\n\nCaleb was average size for his age and not very athletic. His sandy hair always stuck out in messy tufts, and clothes never seemed to look right on him. He harbored a certain envy for Brent, who stood an inch taller and had the sort of suave good looks that girls were supposed to love. He assumed Brent had a girlfriend, although he'd never actually seen him with anyone. Caleb didn't pay attention to that sort of thing, so maybe he hadn't noticed.\n\nBut Brent was a jerk. He loved to harass Caleb for no reason. Caleb hated confrontation so he usually tried to ignore it and wait for Brent to get bored and go away. But today, something was different. The warm feeling flooded through him again, and time seemed to slow. The clamor of the hallway faded until he could hear his own heartbeat, slow and strong. The dusting of cookie crumbs on Brent's shirt stood out in sharp detail. A surge of excitement welled up from a deep place, a wild strength he'd never felt before, and Brent didn't seem so intimidating. For an instant he thought the wildness would burst out and sink its sharp fangs into the other boy. It was too wild; he clamped down on the feeling and screwed his eyes shut until it faded again. He wasn't ready to deal with whatever it was.\n\nThe feeling came back later that night, after he had gone to bed and things were dark and quiet. Silvery moonlight filtered through a gap in the curtains, and Caleb was suddenly wide awake. He lay still for a while, thinking that he really should go to sleep. But the tingly feeling seeped through his bones and out to the tips of his limbs, and he couldn't lie still. He eased out of bed and peeked out through the curtains.\n\nA huge full moon had risen above the trees, bright enough to cast shadows across the back lawn. He stared up with wide eyes. The lunar highlands stood out in sharp contrast against the dark oceans of dust on its distant surface. It was just the moon, of course, and yet the light washed over him like an intoxicating drug. Drawn by that light, Caleb tiptoed out of his room and down the stairs. The tingling in his bones grew stronger as he slipped out the back door.\n\nHis senses were much sharper than normal. He could feel every blade of grass beneath his bare feet as he crossed the lawn. A smorgasbord of scents wafted around him - wet soil, tar and rubber from the road, the sweet waft of rose gardens next door. A dog barked a couple of streets away.\n\nCaleb's heart pounded and his breathing grew fast and shallow. The wild feeling was welling up inside him again. He resisted for a moment, but he was a leaf carried along by a river, and the excitement swept him up.\n\nHis skin itched. He slipped his hand inside his pajamas, easing his fingers down over the softness of his groin. Without really knowing why, he pulled his pajama pants down, then slipped off the shirt. The clothing dropped to the ground. He stood naked in the moonlight and let the cool night air caress his body.\n\nArousal was growing like a fire in his belly. He padded quietly across the wet lawn, leaving his inhibitions behind along with his pajamas. He paused in the shadows between the rhododendron bushes, savoring the slow build-up of excitement which surged through him. His joints ached, but in a good kind of way, as if he was about to break out of a constricting shell.\n\nThe moonlight drew him forward into a bright circle of lawn beyond the bushes. Silver light washed over him, and he felt it on his bare skin like cool water. His legs turned to jelly, and he dropped to his knees. Fear gripped him. Was he having some kind of seizure? Was he going crazy? But then he raised his head and looked up at the full face of the moon, the huntress, the queen of the night, and a rush of excitement swept through him. His entire body burned for a moment, but the pain quickly faded.\n\nHe blinked. He was still looking at the same back yard, but with changed eyes. The moonlight was as bright as day, and now he could see deep into the shadows. He could smell everything. Tiny creatures rustled in the grass. When he stood up, he nearly fell over. Something felt very wrong - or at least, very different. Then he glanced down at his hands, and almost screamed in shock. He raised them, turned them back and forth in the moonlight. They were where his hands should be, and they moved when he moved, but they were not his hands. They were big, and... furry... with long claws... In fact, they looked much more like paws.\n\nCaleb swayed as he tried to grasp what had happened to his body. He thought he was going to fall on his face, but a quick flick of his tail kept him upright. He had a tail! He could feel the weight of it, but it felt right, a natural part of his body just as much as his arms and legs. Looking down, he could see a muscular torso covered in rich grey fur. Strong legs tapered to big hind paws which looked ready for loping effortlessly through the dark forest. He was balancing easily on his toes, and he could feel the grass beneath his leathery paw pads.\n\nBut what about...? He peered closer. He was relieved to discover that his cock was still there, neatly hidden in a furry sheath which nestled in soft fur not quite long enough to hide it. Below that he could see two heavy orbs which were quite a bit bigger than he remembered. But that felt right, too.\n\nThis had to be a dream! He should be freaking out completely. What had he turned into? Would he ever go back to normal? But whatever he had turned into, it felt really good. Excited energy pulsed through him. He felt a burning need in his groin. His hand (or was it a paw) moved down towards his new sheath, gliding over the thick fur of his belly as it went. He could feel hard muscle beneath the softness. Not bad, he thought. Then his fingers were over his cock. At first he caressed the tip, as he would have done with his normal penis. But that wasn't quite right; some instinct drew his paw-fingers lower, until they found a faint bulge at the base. That sparked a tingle of excitement which flowed outwards through him. His other paw cradled his balls, and they felt firm and heavy. His fingers caressed the base of his cock, and soon he figured out exactly where to stroke. Eyes closed, breathing hard, his hips thrust forward involuntarily as the fire in his groin built.\n\nHe could feel his cock swelling inside its constraining sheath (which was weird, some part of him noted, because normally his cock would already be hard before anything really happened). It felt amazing - thick and heavy, with a sensual taper and that amazing knot-like bulge at the base. He teased gently at the tip with one paw while the other paw squeezed hard at the knot.\n\nHe could feel the quiet power of the earth beneath his paws and the wild silvery magic of the moon above. Earth and Moon, their energy seemed to flow through him like electricity. Then the ecstasy of climax rose over him like a flood, and his cum gushed out in pulsing bursts.\n\nHis panting slowed with the pulsing of his cock. His knees felt shaky. He dropped to the ground, and lay there looking up at the moon as the warm afterglow of orgasm seeped away and his cock dripped watery cum onto his pale belly fur. He was a werewolf! The thought thrilled him. He wondered whether he should see a doctor. Maybe the whole thing was a delusion! But if it was, he didn't want to be cured - not yet, anyway.\n\nSuddenly Caleb felt very tired. It was like a heavy weight had dropped on him. His altered state had brought a feeling of euphoria, but now he could feel it slipping away. It was as if he'd been climbing a mountain, and suddenly it had turned to ice and he couldn't keep his balance any more. His arms flailed, desperate for a handhold, but found only empty air. Then he was falling into a void, and everything grew dull and dark, and he was just a boy again, naked and shivering on the grass.\n\nCaleb dragged himself up and stumbled back towards the house in search of his PJs. After the brilliant clarity of werewolf night vision, it felt like he could hardly see anything. His body ached from head to foot, and he was so exhausted that it took a real effort of will to pull his pajamas on and make his way back to the house.\n\nSafely back in his warm bed, his thoughts returned to the sensation of being a wolf. He could still recall how bright the light of the moon seemed and how he could sense everything around him. His fur had felt so lush and soft. And then there was the interesting shape of his canine cock... Excitement built again as he remembered how firm the knot felt. His ordinary human member was already standing to attention at the thought of it, and his fingers closed around it automatically. He stroked rhythmically as he imagined the sensual curves of the werewolf version, and in a few minutes he was spurting sticky cum in another powerful orgasm.\n\nHe cleaned up the mess with an old towel, and then rolled over, now feeling nothing but an exhausted glow. He was asleep in minutes.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Changes - Part 1

Theo S. Bernard

This is part 1 of a werewolf transformation series. The full series can be found here (due to Inkbunny content restrictions).

---

It was a Wednesday when Caleb started turning into a wolf. Of course, he had no idea what was happening at the time. He was staring out the classroom window during a boring math class when he felt a warm tingly feeling moving through his body. It felt like he was getting the flu, but instead of feeling dizzy and lethargic, he felt more alive. Colors looked more muted but smells were bright and vivid, as if he could almost see them. The room reeked of sweat, cheap deodorant and stale sandwiches, but the smell was kind of fascinating as well as disgusting!

Caleb also felt a dull ache in his bones, and he wondered if he should go see the nurse. But then, Bang! The teacher whacked his long wooden ruler on the desk, and Caleb jumped. The strange feeling vanished as his attention was drawn back to the algebra on the board.

Out in the hallway after class, Caleb was rummaging in his bag when someone bashed into his shoulder. Brent turned with a sneer. "Gee, Sorry!" He smirked.

Caleb was average size for his age and not very athletic. His sandy hair always stuck out in messy tufts, and clothes never seemed to look right on him. He harbored a certain envy for Brent, who stood an inch taller and had the sort of suave good looks that girls were supposed to love. He assumed Brent had a girlfriend, although he'd never actually seen him with anyone. Caleb didn't pay attention to that sort of thing, so maybe he hadn't noticed.

But Brent was a jerk. He loved to harass Caleb for no reason. Caleb hated confrontation so he usually tried to ignore it and wait for Brent to get bored and go away. But today, something was different. The warm feeling flooded through him again, and time seemed to slow. The clamor of the hallway faded until he could hear his own heartbeat, slow and strong. The dusting of cookie crumbs on Brent's shirt stood out in sharp detail. A surge of excitement welled up from a deep place, a wild strength he'd never felt before, and Brent didn't seem so intimidating. For an instant he thought the wildness would burst out and sink its sharp fangs into the other boy. It was too wild; he clamped down on the feeling and screwed his eyes shut until it faded again. He wasn't ready to deal with whatever it was.

The feeling came back later that night, after he had gone to bed and things were dark and quiet. Silvery moonlight filtered through a gap in the curtains, and Caleb was suddenly wide awake. He lay still for a while, thinking that he really should go to sleep. But the tingly feeling seeped through his bones and out to the tips of his limbs, and he couldn't lie still. He eased out of bed and peeked out through the curtains.

A huge full moon had risen above the trees, bright enough to cast shadows across the back lawn. He stared up with wide eyes. The lunar highlands stood out in sharp contrast against the dark oceans of dust on its distant surface. It was just the moon, of course, and yet the light washed over him like an intoxicating drug. Drawn by that light, Caleb tiptoed out of his room and down the stairs. The tingling in his bones grew stronger as he slipped out the back door.

His senses were much sharper than normal. He could feel every blade of grass beneath his bare feet as he crossed the lawn. A smorgasbord of scents wafted around him - wet soil, tar and rubber from the road, the sweet waft of rose gardens next door. A dog barked a couple of streets away.

Caleb's heart pounded and his breathing grew fast and shallow. The wild feeling was welling up inside him again. He resisted for a moment, but he was a leaf carried along by a river, and the excitement swept him up.

His skin itched. He slipped his hand inside his pajamas, easing his fingers down over the softness of his groin. Without really knowing why, he pulled his pajama pants down, then slipped off the shirt. The clothing dropped to the ground. He stood naked in the moonlight and let the cool night air caress his body.

Arousal was growing like a fire in his belly. He padded quietly across the wet lawn, leaving his inhibitions behind along with his pajamas. He paused in the shadows between the rhododendron bushes, savoring the slow build-up of excitement which surged through him. His joints ached, but in a good kind of way, as if he was about to break out of a constricting shell.

The moonlight drew him forward into a bright circle of lawn beyond the bushes. Silver light washed over him, and he felt it on his bare skin like cool water. His legs turned to jelly, and he dropped to his knees. Fear gripped him. Was he having some kind of seizure? Was he going crazy? But then he raised his head and looked up at the full face of the moon, the huntress, the queen of the night, and a rush of excitement swept through him. His entire body burned for a moment, but the pain quickly faded.

He blinked. He was still looking at the same back yard, but with changed eyes. The moonlight was as bright as day, and now he could see deep into the shadows. He could smell everything. Tiny creatures rustled in the grass. When he stood up, he nearly fell over. Something felt very wrong - or at least, very different. Then he glanced down at his hands, and almost screamed in shock. He raised them, turned them back and forth in the moonlight. They were where his hands should be, and they moved when he moved, but they were not his hands. They were big, and... furry... with long claws... In fact, they looked much more like paws.

Caleb swayed as he tried to grasp what had happened to his body. He thought he was going to fall on his face, but a quick flick of his tail kept him upright. He had a tail! He could feel the weight of it, but it felt right, a natural part of his body just as much as his arms and legs. Looking down, he could see a muscular torso covered in rich grey fur. Strong legs tapered to big hind paws which looked ready for loping effortlessly through the dark forest. He was balancing easily on his toes, and he could feel the grass beneath his leathery paw pads.

But what about...? He peered closer. He was relieved to discover that his cock was still there, neatly hidden in a furry sheath which nestled in soft fur not quite long enough to hide it. Below that he could see two heavy orbs which were quite a bit bigger than he remembered. But that felt right, too.

This had to be a dream! He should be freaking out completely. What had he turned into? Would he ever go back to normal? But whatever he had turned into, it felt really good. Excited energy pulsed through him. He felt a burning need in his groin. His hand (or was it a paw) moved down towards his new sheath, gliding over the thick fur of his belly as it went. He could feel hard muscle beneath the softness. Not bad, he thought. Then his fingers were over his cock. At first he caressed the tip, as he would have done with his normal penis. But that wasn't quite right; some instinct drew his paw-fingers lower, until they found a faint bulge at the base. That sparked a tingle of excitement which flowed outwards through him. His other paw cradled his balls, and they felt firm and heavy. His fingers caressed the base of his cock, and soon he figured out exactly where to stroke. Eyes closed, breathing hard, his hips thrust forward involuntarily as the fire in his groin built.

He could feel his cock swelling inside its constraining sheath (which was weird, some part of him noted, because normally his cock would already be hard before anything really happened). It felt amazing - thick and heavy, with a sensual taper and that amazing knot-like bulge at the base. He teased gently at the tip with one paw while the other paw squeezed hard at the knot.

He could feel the quiet power of the earth beneath his paws and the wild silvery magic of the moon above. Earth and Moon, their energy seemed to flow through him like electricity. Then the ecstasy of climax rose over him like a flood, and his cum gushed out in pulsing bursts.

His panting slowed with the pulsing of his cock. His knees felt shaky. He dropped to the ground, and lay there looking up at the moon as the warm afterglow of orgasm seeped away and his cock dripped watery cum onto his pale belly fur. He was a werewolf! The thought thrilled him. He wondered whether he should see a doctor. Maybe the whole thing was a delusion! But if it was, he didn't want to be cured - not yet, anyway.

Suddenly Caleb felt very tired. It was like a heavy weight had dropped on him. His altered state had brought a feeling of euphoria, but now he could feel it slipping away. It was as if he'd been climbing a mountain, and suddenly it had turned to ice and he couldn't keep his balance any more. His arms flailed, desperate for a handhold, but found only empty air. Then he was falling into a void, and everything grew dull and dark, and he was just a boy again, naked and shivering on the grass.

Caleb dragged himself up and stumbled back towards the house in search of his PJs. After the brilliant clarity of werewolf night vision, it felt like he could hardly see anything. His body ached from head to foot, and he was so exhausted that it took a real effort of will to pull his pajamas on and make his way back to the house.

Safely back in his warm bed, his thoughts returned to the sensation of being a wolf. He could still recall how bright the light of the moon seemed and how he could sense everything around him. His fur had felt so lush and soft. And then there was the interesting shape of his canine cock... Excitement built again as he remembered how firm the knot felt. His ordinary human member was already standing to attention at the thought of it, and his fingers closed around it automatically. He stroked rhythmically as he imagined the sensual curves of the werewolf version, and in a few minutes he was spurting sticky cum in another powerful orgasm.

He cleaned up the mess with an old towel, and then rolled over, now feeling nothing but an exhausted glow. He was asleep in minutes.
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