Relaxing his bowel muscles, Nils started urinating, and licked his mate's pimpled nostrils and forehead as his full bladder slowly transferred his urine, and more of his own filthy smells, he'd somehow now known, into his boyfriend to satisfy that long overdue fantasy he finally shared with a sexy willing gay nerd. Hopefully, Nils asked himself, thinking: did his enjoyment and desire get passed on into his own gay mate's dominating arousing pleasure so they'd repeat and share the sex fantasy to urinate into one another's asshole or mouth whenever the opportunity presented, or would either request the urine fantasy to please the other? His second favorite fantasy they might try later on when his fucking was completed, Nils hoped, might be taking an extended bathroom golden shower of pissing and boner rubbing since his boner was as slick and hard as Trevor's own greasy red rocket werewolf size erection. Trevor had squirmed for several minutes once his bladder's release started flowing into him, but his arousal was soon equaled with Nils' own arousal, and he'd finally relaxed, likely realizing Nils' urine would now become his own, too.
Nils looked down. He knew Trevor had not even seen his upright cock's own glossy red rocket or the slick blackness of its lupine foreskin sheath, yet. The nerd was so focused and aroused by both thick blonde curving curtains that were now suspended outward above Nils' own oily pimple flecked forehead about 3 silky dense inches, he'd watched as the nerd's adorable green eyes ogled his sexy blonde hair as if obsessed in some dreamy fantasy. Nils knew the gay teen admired his sexy blonde looks, especially his long silky hair. Nils even fantasized Trevor grew so aroused by it he'd pop boners from its filthy stink. Fuck! He'd never imagined Trevor craving everything he did, but the kid was so adorable and smart he'd never run away or want to escape his gayest fantasy he hadn't even imagined yet!
But his dense pubic hairs and slick boner would require a scouring soon. The interiors and exteriors of the slimier sheath's they both now had would definitely need a warm willing mouth to slurp up the sloppy juices from each stiff penis. Nils lapped Trevor's mouth and lips when his mate smiled as if he'd thought that same sex idea, but his red rocket had tied them together in sexual mating fun, so it'd be quite some time before either was freed to bathe the other's boner and soaked pubic hairs dense nest of that duplicate filth and oily sweat they now equally shared.
It was exciting because Nils never remembered Trevor Stone being so ... dominating. Or as sexy and appealing.
The nerd's own teeth were just starting to lengthen into the sharper werewolf fangs Nils noticed were not as deadly looking and lengthy as his fangs had become when his boyfriend smiled, revealing the number of them was far greater with their short lethal points giving an even more dangerous bite. But they retracted to more human size again, as if Trevor even had control of their length, shape and size now, too.
Nils saw the chamber's outer door opening before Trevor's surprised stare turned towards the two roguish stiff boner swaying figures competing for entry charging inside the outer chamber's area. A vacuum-like compression sounded as their own vertical cylinder space unsealed its ceiling high 8-foot machine's weighty door, and began opening.
"Shit!" Trevor loudly shouted, staring in total shock and terror as his Doberman guard dog and 17-year-old skinhead pet raced inside and entered the opening cylinder as he glanced back into his boyfriend's light blue eyes. "We got a big major gay ass problem if we don't beat those two savage fuckers, Nils! They're both a ... no, get your boner outta my ass! Now, Nils, we ... oh shit! My own boner is already longer with this feral werewolf form! Holy shit it's even got a wolf's knot around the whole bottom of it! It's thick and hard like yours!"
Trevor noticed his own red werewolf rocket and laughed at its similarity to Nils' red rocket. At least they'd both have larger red boner's with the near 12-inch upright length his own lengthened to with fully erect glossy werewolf hardness. Trevor had added it into his code to make them even more sexually aroused and horny. But that meant his boyfriend's spurting red rocket's hardness was tied in him practically 12-inches deep now!
"Fuck! What the hell do you think you're doing, Nils?" Trevor yelled. "No! They'll think you're ... NO!"
Nils snarled at the Mohawk teenager and Doberman that circled them like ... like two guard dogs waiting to attack.
Their similar reaction to Nils' bared lengthier and far more dangerous drooling fangs was almost immediate. He had waited until they'd crossed their circling path's behind each other. Both leaped back with shock, and each stopped their patrolling-like stalking, instantly.
Motionless.
Both were angered that each human-shaped creature had deadlier, lengthier sharper fangs in its mouth than either of them. And the odors both were heavily secreting signaled something in their mind's that these two beasts had more powerful strength, with not only that buried mating shaft from one, but also that strong intelligence and poisonous savage bite when it attacked. The Doberman's attack and subdue, restrain, or kill training both were instinctually sharing now, as well as stranger tactics gained by its mate's own smells and thoughts when the bond they formed was ingrained, revealed that attacking wouldn't dominate the lighter-pelted human-beast, or make the dark alpha flee.
All the natural innate impulses the canine sensed inside its brain, warned him they couldn't attack either, yet. It needed to know the smells and scents from that pale light beast first to know its true intentions.
Then it would prepare itself and bark to its mate when to charge and attack, or quickly flee the danger itself.
The strange redheaded guy had a hefty large erection hanging between his legs, far larger than a normal teenager if he was normal in any way. Nils doubted it since he was inside Trevor's mansion, and Trevor had anything to do with him acting like a canine guard dog, even lowering to his arms and legs periodically and growling like a real canine would every time the Doberman growled. The ginger's circumcised cock swayed like some giant slug hanging down from the shiniest bright orange nest of pubic hairs that Nils had ever seen on any groin, and he'd seen plenty of jock's pubes and groins between both football and wrestling team's locker rooms and gym class. But this teen's crotch had not just the frizziest nest of fiery orange hair above his impressive dangling penis, but also the pointy spikes of that Mohawk on his head were easily 4 or 5-inches in length each. Both sides of his scalp were shaved so close and short in a lustrous orange film, Nils thought it might've been paint not the one-quarter of an inch long strands of prickly hairs he quickly realized it was.
The spiked up deep copper penny orange color pointed Mohawk would have looked cool if the teenager had only cleaned or even washed it sometime this year. But instead, the kid's firm athletic naked body was as filthy and dirtied as he'd himself be after his football team's loss in some muddy football field away from his middle school's own prime manicured playing field. Theirs was maintained into perfection by crews of daily groundskeepers. Another strange thing that'd popped into Nils' head like a memory, was that he had seen or known the streetwise ginger somehow, but he looked like an English or Irish rock band-type punk with that spiky orange Mohawk and close cropped scalp. There were no jock or rogue punk teenager's in this area who were as bold and seductive as this 18 or 19-year-old hot kid or rock star hunk. The closest they came to this ginger's looks were black nail polish, black dyed hair, black lips, and eye makeup that was apparently to make both the girls and the guys look like a vampire goth chick. Instead, it made their ratty clothes and fake jewels and outfits being worn look like leftovers from his parent's time.
But the strangest thing yet, Nils had noticed, was the most bizarre blending of the dark red, orange and snow-white color individual hairs across both the shaved scalp, and the lengthiest spikes Nils had ever seen on anyone's head. It was as if he'd colored them or tinted them with different shades and dyes of hair color recently, because it was certain he was not free to be enjoying haircuts and barbers since he was here in Trevor's mansion. Looking further down into his pubes, Nils noticed the same variety and shades of colors at his pubic bush, realizing the hair colors were all natural and not dyed. He wasn't sure why in the hell he cared about it one way or another, but it was as if it seemed interesting to simply know just how anyone's hair could look so bizarre but still get him aroused by its own shimmering mix of deep red and orange colors.
And the teenager's extremely potent peppery body odor smelled far nastier than Nils' sweating armpits and neglected muscular body. Despite the strong smell, Nils was clearly attracted to the teenager's primitive robust odor. It'd even stiffened his boner still deeply impaled inside Trevor's asshole when he saw the firm 6-pack of rippled muscle on the teen's hairless lean abdomen flex his sinewy physique as his stare raised up along its compelling bulges and firm valleys to the sizeable pectoral roundness, and then into the dark, Atlantic-blue eyes staring at him offering his equal thirsty attention. Nils struggle to look away from the ginger's inviting gaze was immediately noticed by Trevor's turning head toward the redhead, and he knew the older teen was also getting aroused watching what him and his young nerd boyfriend were doing from the guy's large stiffening boner's rapid growth.
"Oi, you wankers wanna shag me mate an' I next, now, yeah?" the ginger said, his heavy brogue near unintelligible as the slurred words of his accent. His cock rapidly swelled outward. "Ye doon't haf' tae be doin' it o'loon since I brot me mate so, you goona haf' sum fun wit' us tossers, yeah. I haf' nut a clue tha' we haf' ano time ey do bof'a ya, boots s'long as oi'm here na' I'll try tae do me best."
"Fucker's still able to talk!" Trevor shouted, pivoting his head when Nils' boner stiffened harder from the redhead Irish teenager. He knew his dad had hired him for himself, for sex, learning in hours it was just a sick deceitful guise to lure foreign male prostitutes here and test their programming machine with a live human. "His name is ... or was ... Finn, I think."
"Oi, 'an you're not the toff I were here tae have sex wit'," Finn O'Connor said, dropping to his hands and knees as the whimpering canine scrambled around him and under his abdomen, instantly lapping. "Soon as you untie, you 'an I could have a wee go at what I were here tae do wit' the punter, but ... your da said ye fancy it, too, yeah?"
"What the fuck's he sayin'?" Nils questioned, unable to figure out most of what the ginger was saying. He tried to lift Trevor up, but the pains it caused to his knotted erection would force them to stay tied longer. "Can't untie us, yet, but it's a little bit closer, Trevor. A few more minutes I'm guessin'."
"Get ... get us outta here! Now, Nils!" Trevor pleaded, digging his claws into Nils' pectorals. His cock hardened at the memory of Finn's arrival only 4 months earlier one day following both of his grandparent's funeral services. "My dad wasn't happy finding out he'd told me he was a skinhead and a prostitute ... in England, but as my dad came into the room and overheard us, he went ballistic on him, knocking him out and testing his ... canine experiment on him as his punishment. It was only supposed to be one week, a temporary lesson! He lied. It's permanent! That's what caused my dad to destroy our machine, he thought he did, anyway. This very same machine I salvaged and fixed to save as my own after he'd disappeared. I sort of remember he never returned after, sometime after my grandparent's died!"
The ginger's eyes suddenly glazed over with a rapid switch of eye color, changing from dark blue to dark brown in a couple of seconds that was quickly followed by Doberman fangs that sprouted from his altering mouth. As Finn's own mouth and jaw filled with the Doberman's yellowish fangs, drool poured out between now black, jowl-like canine lips as his lengthened tongue snaked between them with its detached flattened form. The teenager stood up, exposing the large penis dangling from his crotch had also become the Doberman's erect red rocket as black flesh rapidly rose up the shrinking, tapering canine pointed shaft. His low hanging scrotum was also replaced by the canine's coal-black ball sack, although it appeared his own human testicles were still within its now tightly stretched scrotum.
The Doberman yelped as it suddenly gained the ginger's dark blue eyes, human tongue and teeth, and unsheathed penis enlarged into the redhead's mushroom capped 10-inch long human erection. Noticing the changes, the Doberman curled its upper body and neck beneath its leg as it dropped down on the floor on its hind quarters, instantly lapping the erect shaft and fresh white juices spilling from the bulbous inflated tip of the tastier human flesh.
Trevor knew from his videos of them inside the basement that both could randomly change again, in about 12 hours.
But with this bizarre change, he believed, they'd probably be more of a threat, and more dangerous if their brain's were still intact like it seemed was the case since both reacted without sexually attacking the other.
The Doberman's blue eyes glanced over toward them when it finished grooming its longer human length, and then a low growl menacingly was sounded before it barked a short yowl toward the redhead punk as if issuing a command.
Returning his own growl, Finn inhaled deeply and savored the two creature's odors, knowing they were dangerous, but the strong scent and appealing musk's each radiated smelled enticing. The Doberman's next bark followed a lengthier howl and angry bark as it turned to the two creatures and smelled what his mate had smelled, noticing their strange odors were so similar to each other's smells it sensed both were from an unknown type or family, obviously mated to one another and bred from matching sires. It also smelled they'd fail the vicious attack when the invaders decided to attack them. It barked at its mate again trying to signal at him he was about to escape first before they could attack and likely kill them both and eat their canine-man meat.
Finn charged the two fanged beasts and roughly pulled the younger black-haired creature off the older creature, and threw the young one a few feet away onto the floor, turning to the blonde haired beast and noticed the male had grabbed at his now exposed slick upright red rocket and cried out in pain. The blonde creature's canine length was clearly thicker and even larger than Finn's now, warning him to escape being mounted on it like the black-pelted beast it'd been savagely mating. He knew how to avoid getting posted on a canine's shaft from constantly racing away from the Doberman's attacks whenever he'd crouched down or was exposing his ass toward the guard dog, often snarling like it would, baring its fangs to show its male dominance. Another option was attack the blonde beast first and mount him quickly and unexpectedly from behind instead.
Glancing toward the smaller dark-haired beast, clearly hurt by his throw, Finn saw him struggle to get back up from the floor, crouching on black clawed hands and its knees with shocked pain.
Seeing its own sudden advantage, the Doberman saw the black-furred creature's demoralized stance, as well, charging at it so fast the beast never had a chance escaping its instant assault at his exposed ass end with its much longer length human erection slamming roughly into the messy rectum. Thrusting back and forth with wild canine speed, the Doberman's long jaws opened revealing its now human teeth and tongue, but it still clamped its mouth to the beast's neck pounding furiously to pump its juices inside the young creature's bowels, attempting to tie knots it no longer had on its new penis deeply within the resistant screaming beast.
Finn attacked the blonde creature almost as quick, even managing to lift and hold his slippery canine penis and ram it into him in his initial attempt, violently plowing his hips forward to slam his red shaft inside the blonde creature's dry tunnel. Prickly hairs around the blonde beast's ass tickled his now highly sensitive hairless black scrotum and the bare canine formed flesh that now surrounded his far smaller stiff 5-inch long Doberman red rocket, but Finn managed to bury his glossy new length and bulging enlarged knots and roughly forced them deeply inside the stretching parting muscles until they were almost tied. His cum had already started squirting the moment he rammed his hard cock inside. And it still pumped numerous powerful short jets into the blonde beast even as his excitement increased, sensing the beginning of his own attempts to control his ejaculation was useless when he climaxed so fast he felt himself discharging cum steadily without any hope to appreciate its throbbing spewed release.
And as Finn fought the blonde-haired beast's attempts to escape his domination, he circled his arms snug around the blonde's waist, wrapping his clawed hand carefully into a fist to prove to the beast he had taken control of him as he started slowly masturbating the slippery red rocket large canine penis. He learned just how to stimulate himself with such a much more sensitive responsive sheathed penis with sharp canine claws some time earlier when his hands had grown the Doberman's curved black claws and his own erection became the canine's red penis. He didn't get its same strange sheath always, and not the lengthy slimy fangs either with their apparently random swaps and exchanging dog and human parts. He actually liked its short black and tan fur pelt when that had happened on several occasions of their flesh and skin's changing into each other's, except the Doberman's canine smell took hours to get used to the animal scent his own skin, ginger hair, and perspiration never truly lost when it finally returned to him four full days afterwards. That smell had taken a few more days to disappear entirely.
Nils' arousal from this redhead's rough but firm grip around his large canine shaft made him climax instantaneously as the fist buffed his cock, unable to even resist the subsequent squirting discharging cum spurts and still jetting ejaculations.
Trevor wasn't enjoying the Doberman's eager hard pounding at his rectum, and he was soon able to dislodge the canine with several twisting turns that either surprised or loosened the dog's grip it made with clawless paws turned into shorter fingernails as its long human penis slipped from his heavily dripping fluid filled rectum.
"Let him loose!" Trevor shouted at the skinhead angrily. He knew Finn would probably be tied inside his mate's ass since his penis was a canine red rocket with knots near its own base. Hopefully, the teenager's brain would know he was the dominant werewolf alpha and have to obey his shouted order with obedience. "I said, let him GO! NOW!"
Finn was so shocked by the younger dark-haired creature's commanding yell, he started roughly pulling back his cock until its knot actually slipped out from all the fluids he'd pumped so quickly and steadily inside the older blonde creature's bowels. Somehow, the much younger beast commanded him and the blonde beast as their alpha.
The Doberman was clearly startled from the loud shouted instruction as well, scampering away from the alpha it also sensed and knew as its master, and it had to obey the dark pelted beast's orders it'd been trained with.
Trevor's spiky black-hairs that'd sprouted out of his flesh were receding back inside the skin, and even the fangs and tongue inside his mouth were retracting and reforming their human forms extremely quickly and painlessly. Both fingernails and toenails were turned back into human nails as well, and Trevor felt his lengthy penis reverting its red canine rocket and sheath back into his prior upright foreskin covered length and human boner's coloring.
"Just think yourself back into your human form, Nils'," Trevor shouted at his blonde boyfriend, chuckling from that shocked stare Nils had turned to him. Nils grabbed at the redhead's arm and sank his fangs into the teen's forearm violently sucking his blood out as if he were attempting to humiliate the kid. "No, Nils, stop! You're not mating the fucker! We can only turn one other into our own mate, Nils! Drinking his blood'll infect him and make him our first werewolf packmate! Except he's already mated with the Doberman guard dog and could be changed into your same werewolf bred feral wolf's form permanently!"
Tearing a smaller chunk of flesh from the ginger's arm then he'd planned ripping off and eating, Nils' blood hunger was nearly satisfied with two more powerful gulps of blood sucked out before releasing the torn arm. He lapped the wound several times before releasing the teenager's arm, quickly swallowing the delicious morsel of flesh hungrily. He'd wanted to get some revenge on him for penetrating his ass and pumping cum into him, and turning him into their packmate sounded like the perfect retribution.
Concentrating without much effort to return to his human form was far easier than he expected, and in just seconds, he felt the white blonde hairs retreating inside their pores as his lengthy upright red werewolf penis slid back in its black sheath as it also regained its prior human fleshy color and size with almost no discomfort or pain. What hadn't changed or returned to its original appearance was the longer hairstyle and lengthy mullet that was sweeping its blonde strands down the back of his neck to his shoulders, and the dense curving arches suspended out above his eyes and forehead. Nils imagined its style gave him a much younger boyish redneck look, especially the shaved part and undercut hairs he'd felt on the sides like the Emo's and rebel punk type boys he'd bullied at his school.
Holding his injured arm, Finn rushed away from the blonde-haired teen, shocked when he looked down to see he wasn't even bleeding any longer. New hairless skin had grown over the missing chunk of his forearm and rapidly healed and began sprouting the same airy ginger hairs on it as he watched the wound completely disappear. The human teenager, and he immediately knew the light-pelted beast was actually a hot muscular young teenager as that slick hairy spiky white pelt on his body rapidly lost all signs of its fur and exposed his athletic sweat greased physique. Even the blonde's upright wolf-like tapered penis and black foreskin sheath had returned into its uncut human length as both changed into an unusually rigid boner jutting upwards from an overwhelming jungle of moist blonde pubic hair.
But his focus on the sexy blonde teenager's body was painlessly replaced by the outlandish cracks of multiple bones within his own abdomen, arms, legs, head, and spine that dropped him onto both knees. His toes began receding, and the heel of his feet pulled upward from the center arch of each and forcing him forwards onto both hands when every finger retracted into shortened canine-length digits. Their already sharp black claws were becoming more suited to the Doberman's own paws Finn realized his hands now closely resembled, crying out in fear as each thumb was snapped backwards and pulling upwards into a canine's dew claws on thinning, shrinking canine narrowed legs.
"Oi fookin' 'ell," Finn managed shouting as his jaws snapped with bone cracking explosions of stretching muscle and tissues being lengthened outwards into the narrow snout of the distinct Doberman pinscher he was obviously changing into. Short ginger and lighter red hairs sprouted out from his now darkening flesh of the evident canine breed his physique clearly was quickly becoming. "Please stop this it almost hur-ooof ... ahh ... ruff!"
Nils glanced back toward the ginger teen, watching the kid's hair changing into now shiny canine fur as the massive spikes of the Mohawk on his blunting skull retreated into sleek orange tufts of fur at the center of its flattening head. Snapping altering bones in his entire torso and backbone shrank with more severe loud cracks and snaps as it created the tapered barrel shape of its thinning canine body. His glossy red rocket slid out of its fast shrinking blackish-red Doberman sheath between beefy canine hind legs as it shortened and suddenly discharged several strands of creamy white canine cum from a smaller 4-inch glossy red rocket. Sharply tapering pointed ears moved upwards to the side of his now blunt wedge-shaped canine skull and lengthened into a Doberman pinscher's spiked ears. A short bony clipped pointed tail had pulled outward above his thinned rump, positioned from his now altered narrowed pelvic bones and angular compressed waist and narrow hips into canine flanks when Finn turned his exposed new black canine anus to Nils, even presenting the blackish-red canine scrotum dangling down beneath a skimpy ginger pubic glaze as the bony pointed nub of its small red pelted tail flexed and stiffened upwards in a quick wag. .
Even stranger, the ginger's eyes returned to a dark blue inside its skull, turning and staring with human awareness as it began growling and attempted to speak despite drooling cables of saliva from its canine blackened jowls.
Finn barked with Doberman sounding low barks and howls from a canine voice box capable of only canine-formed speech noises in an unintelligible torrent of startled yipping in his attempt to plead for help.
But neither Nils nor Trevor were able to prevent or correct the ginger's changes as he grew slightly more feral into his werewolf-formed Doberman pinscher canine infected teenage physique. And unfortunate as this change was, young 17-year-old Finn's body rapidly turned more juvenile-size with his regressed age as it was altered into its new more appropriate one-year-old werewolf form that'd resulted from its canine mate's fused DNA it'd infected and permanently altered within.
"That's so fuckin' awesome!" Trevor shouted, relieved his own body had returned completely back into what his coded programming had corrected his more muscular abdomen to stay like with Nils' near 6-pack form. Both even shared the same oily complexion and shiny glaze on their skin after reverting into their human looking body's. "Finn! Rufus! Go back into your cage in the other room! Rufus heel! Take him Rufus! Cage!"
And when Finn obediently followed behind Trevor's trained guard dog, it was clear the teen wasn't an alpha Doberman or werewolf made alpha either. Finn would be their obedient second guard dog Doberman pinscher to patrol his large mansion's grounds and interior spaces for at least 12 more hours until his next changing swap occurred. Trevor was unsure what the teenager may become when that happened, but he wouldn't remain a threat anymore if he was made half werewolf and half Doberman from Nils' bite. And his longer white fangs and more feral look seemed like Nils' saliva had worked in Finn to create their first new werewolf packmate.
Soon, it would be time to change some other jocks or bully's at their middle school into packmates, too.
Trevor had an idea just who he could text using Nils' cell phone to get the victim here after school tomorrow, just a short text with: "I'm trapped in Booger's! Need your help to escape the crazy gay nerd! N."
Grabbing Nils' sweatpants, feeling the weight of what was most likely a cell phone in the pocket, Trevor snagged it and glanced at Nils' contact list scanning each name and number scrolling down until he found their new target.
It would be ...