Part of the Pack - Male Werewolf TF

This one's a two parter. Introducing Marcia in the next one... ~

Nate was a foster child – and the last family that took him in would be his forever family, albeit perhaps not per his choice.

It began after a kerfuffle between him and his younger brother – the brat had bitten him.

The kid had grinned at him, saying “Now you’re our real brother! They will never send you away again.”

Nate had no idea what he’d meant by that – but Nate hoped his brother was right. He’d just turned nineteen, and this family had taken him in on his sixteenth birthday.

Foster children often quickly outstayed their welcome after becoming “an adult”.

But not Nate. The bite he sustained from his fifteen-year-old brother had made sure of that.

The reason why, Nate would find out three days later, when the full moon arrived.

In three years, he’d somehow never noticed the others transforming. But tonight, he would find out first hand that his entire village was a massive werewolf pack.

And he’d just become one of them.

It had been an act of love on his little brother’s part... but it would take Nate two years, until the night he met Marcia and made her his mate, to truly appreciate his brother’s rash action.

He was sitting in his room, on his bed, when it happened. Nate was in the middle of a Street Fighter match when thr moon turned in view of his bedroom window. He’d forgot to close the curtains that night.

A rumble in his stomach made him pause his game. Midnight munchies? Perhaps.

No. This was different. The rumble increased in strength, spreading through his entire body as his muscles begam to shake.

Nate threw the controller across the room and fell backward onto his bed, shaking. His pants were feeling tight, and he could both feel and see the bulge of his erection beginning to form beneath his denim jeans.

He undid his pants, hoping to find his friend some relief. Nate gasped in surprise as he found his boxer stretched to the max, seams threatening to pop – his cock was at least twice as big as he remembered, and it was still growing.

And the rest of him was following suit.

He rolled over and got on all fours, watching in horror as the fur began to grow on his arms and hands.

His nails were slowly growing, too, turning thick and yellow – and not to mention razor sharp. He gripped his mattress tight, ripping holes in his sheets as he did.

If it hadn’t been for the rock solid boner clouding his mind, he would’ve been scared shitless.

His bones began to make uncomfortable cracking noises as they began to shift – this was more than just bulging muscles alone.

Surely, his muscles grew exponentially, but so did his skeleton. From an already tall six-foot, his height increased to at least seven. His feet grew, the bones shifting to accommodate their new, wolf-like shape. His new, sharp toe claws were at least twice the size of his fingernails, and they destroyed the bed and dug into the mattress as Nate tried to find his footing.

His nipples remained pink beneath tufts of fur, but turned rock solid as his pecs swelled up. And his face, though last to transform, would not be spared, either.

After his tail, already beginning to cover with fur, grew long and fluffy, the most painful part of the transformation was yet to begin.

He was all wolf from the neck down – thick brown fur, claws, bulging muscles – and a boner waiting to burst.

Nate growled as his bone muscles stretched. The hair from his neck quickly crept up his chin, and his barely visible facial hair quickly changed in texture to match. His nose turned wet and changed both colour and texture, matching a canine’s leathery black nose. His sense of smell immediately increased – he could smell three blocks down that someone had opened a pack of beef jerky before transforming, which they were now most likely devouring with wrapper and all.

He’d been grunting throughout all this, but his once human noises would quickly turn to animalistic whimpers and whines as his animalistic form began to apply to his face. He kicked with his feet, beginning to kick the filling out of his mattress. The yellow foam flew across the room as Nate practically dug himself a hole between the springs.

He wasn’t sure whether or not it was the most painful or the most sexually pleasing thing he’d ever gone through – but both feelings were most certainly there, and neither would cease until his ordeal was fully over.

His jaw lengthened, and the bridge of his nose migrated outward – as his snout grew, his teeth changed shape. His fangs grew long and sharp, making it not unlikely he would snap his tongue clean off if he were to be unfortunate enough to bite down on it.

Best not to think about it.

The fur crept up his ears, triggering their migration and transformation – the hairier they got, the pointier, and the further they moved towards the centre of his head.

As the patches of fur fully closed and became a shining brown fur coat, Nate opened his eyes – blue no more, they were now a striking yellow.

Reaching the peak of his transformation, he also reached the peak of pleasure – he howled as he came all over what was left of his bed, turning the torn scraps of fabric into a gooey, sticky mess.

That was an issue for human Nate to solve in the morning ‘ now, wolf Nate would join his pack in the woods that surrounded the town, running around and having fun – perhaps losing his virginity to one of his neighbours that very same night.

He was free, and his family would never forsake him again.