Jason called Lena a few times and every time it just went to voice mail, he left one begging her to call him back. At least he wasn't blocked, maybe if he gave her time to cool down she'd undo whatever it was she had done. He was still trying to come to grips with his ex being a witch.. hell, of magic even being a thing in the first place.
He went into the bedroom and laid down, the stress of the last hour wore him out, and he felt himself drifting off to sleep.
The dreams started almost immediately. Jason walked into his bedroom, his canine cock stiff and protruding, not a stitch of clothing on him. "Hey babe, enjoy the shower?" The deep voice came from his bed, laying there was a muscular bull, horned head propped up on his elbow, his long heavy cock was enormous, his huge balls resting on the mattress as he smiled at Jason.
He felt himself pulled to the bull on his bed, lips meeting muzzle as he crawled onto it. "I could always use another, but I'd need to get a bit dirty first." He said as he pulled away, cringing slightly at his own corniness, but the bull just smiled again, hands caressing Jason's chest, tweaking a nipple between thick, strong fingers.
"Good, because I need to fuck something.." There was no lube.. and no chance that he'd be able to take a cock that massive. But this was a dream and rules didn't apply. The strong bull rolled him over, Jason eagerly presenting his ass. He felt a thick, warm tongue pressing against his hole first, slipping inside of him and sending shivers up his spine. The head of the cock was next, pressed against his waiting hole. "Good dog."
If Jason had a tail he'd be wagging it. Though his grin broke around a moan as the cock pushed inside him. There was no pain, only heat and pleasure. He spread apart, inch after inch pushing inside him until he felt the bulls pendulous balls slap against the back of his thighs. Then the thrusting started, a slow steady in and out that sent a fire through his own cock, which was dribbling onto the bedsheet.
Then it sped up, rocking him on his knees as the bull pulled out and thrust back in, his rhythm increasing with every thrust, his own deep grunting a counterpoint to Jason's higher pitched moans. The bull's fingers pressed into his hips and he felt his body flooded with thick, hot seed. His own cock was on fire, ready to come.
His eyes snapped open. Jason was on his stomach, humping his bed furiously, not a bull in sight. "No.. can't cum.. need to.." But it was too late, he felt his thick doggy cock twitch and unload a gush of semen between him and the bed. He closed his eyes as pleasure wracked his body, breathing heavily as the orgasm subsided.
Then the heat started. It was focused on his head and chest. He quickly got up, not worrying about the mess across his stomach from his wet dream, instead running into the bathroom, "Crap, crap, crap.."
There was a crunching noise in his ear, and he got to the bathroom mirror just in time to see his ears sliding up his head, changing from rounded human ears to pointed canine ones. His mouth pushed out an inch or so, his nose starting to turn upwards, the skin around his nostrils darkening. It was no muzzle, but was the start of one. His sideburns grew in quickly, dark and full down to his jawline. Lifting his lip with a finger, his two canine teeth definitely looked longer, too. Itching on his chest made him look down, the light dusting of hair on his chest was thickening in the middle, black and dense, it completely hid the skin underneath. He ran his fingers through the patch in the middle of his chest. It felt more like fur than hair. That was when he noticed the nails on his fingers had also darkened, as well as his toenails.
It was like in the movies, when the werewolf character just starts changing, except for the fully canine cock sticking out from his crotch. He felt the heat leave and let out a sigh. "Fucking great.. Now I can't even try to hide. There's no going out like this." He went back to his bedroom and picked up his phone.. no return call from Lena. "Shit.."