Lance couldn’t believe it; this website was working. He gave up on it too soon. These thoughts were going through his mind as his feet continued to grow out of his shoes. His clawed toes continued to expand, pads growing on their bottoms. Lance watches and wrenches as the ball of his foot starts to expand outwards and tearing the soul of his shoe off. Then, his foot starts to stretch out longer, becoming more like paws.
Lance’s attention then is pulled to his chest, as his shirt starts becoming too restrictive on his chest. He could see grey and black fur already poking through small tears in the shirt. His stomach, which was slightly pudgy from his “fit dad bod” started to gurgle. Lance watches his stomach start to ripple, shrinking at first as little fat he had burned away before his abs started to grow in. They weren’t chiseled abs, but from Lance’s point of view, they showed through his slowly shredding shirt. His stomach even pushed out slightly, giving his waist and more barrel look with his abs before fur starts covering them.
Distracted by his abs, Lance didn’t see his legs grow longer or thicker. His pants had all but torn off, only the material around his butt and crotch still attached. Lance lets out a low moan, the changes being almost pleasurable. He stretches his back as his spine stretches, the remains of his shirt falling off now too.
Lance looks down at the remainder of his pants around his groin. He could feel his manhood stirring, pushing up against the leftovers of his jeans. But then, an odd sensation came over it. Lance placed his now pawed hands over his crotch, feeling the changes underneath. It was like his foreskin grew back, before the skin around his penis started to inflate and become cover in fur. He felt his cock pull back while his balls inflated against his jeans. He could see his balls from the tears on his pants, then first growing, then fur covering them, then some extra skin and fur to let them rest.
Then Lance was hit by a wave of pleasure. His eyes widened as he tore away his pants, revealing his new sheath. This was just in time, as his new canine cock started coming out of his sheath. The tip, already larger than his former mushroom head, peaked out, then the shaft follows, growing. Inch by inch, it emerged, sending heat throughout Lance’s body. When his knot made it to the sheath, the sheath stretched and widened. Pre started to come from his new cock’s tip, and Lance grabs at his shaft, his larger hand just big enough to get a good grip.
Lance falls forward, out of his chair, the pleasure from his new cock becoming to much for him. One hand holds Lance off the floor as the other pumped away at his cock. His pawed feet scratched at the floor, his wolf’s body stretching out some more. At the same time, his ears become pointed, moving to the top of his head. His face starts to push out, his nose turning black and muzzle forming. His teeth, which were sharpened already, grow more predominant; his fangs gritting together from his pleasure. From over his butt crack, a tail starts to protrude, growing rapidly as his ass inflates to match his now massive legs.
The last of Lance’s changes was coming, along with his cock. He releases the grip on his cock as his first wolf seed splatters on the floor. Lance holds back a howl, remembering his family was just outside his home office door. His cock had swollen more, as if it was trying to lock him in an invisible person. Wave on wave of seed hit the floor, as if he had built up for years. The puddle of wolfman seed grew just under the new wolf.
When his cock finish and dry, Lance regains his composure. He stands up carefully, getting used to his new feet and the added weight of his tail. He steps over his puddle of cum, grabbing a towel that he keeps in the room for messes. Lance cleans himself up, and his puddle, before taking the time to look in the mirror.
Standing there, where the fifty-year-old man used to be, was now a massive eight-foot wolf. Black fur covered his body, some grey tossed in to show his age. His cock was slowly sliding back into his sheath, having done its job. His balls jiggle between his massive furry legs, Lance feeling them replace his lost seed.
His face still had some of his features, his blue eyes, the small scar under his left eye from a basketball game in his youth. But a new, antro wolf now stared back at him. Lance moves his now padded hands over his body, feeling his muscles. He could help but smile from how well he now felt. The new strength that ran through his body.
Lance walks over to his computer, taking a seat in the chair. He then cocks his head, releasing the chair had changed to fit his new body. “What?” Lance was confused, so he brought up the website again, looking over his profile.
It now showed his new wolf body, but it also read that it was still processing the changes. Lance clicks on his changes, getting a new popup. “Adapting reality?” he reads before a call from the kitchen catches his attention.
“Lance, dear. Dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you get the pups out of Larry’s room. I think they are on their game.” It was Lucille taking.
Lance stands up, knowing he needed to find out if his family was going to accept him as a wolf. As Lance reaches the door of the office, new memories started to flood his mind. New memories of him growing up as a wolf, his parents being wolves. Meeting his wife for the first time as a teen. The first time they were locked together with his knot. Even the two of them deciding to have kids later in life.
As the memories were coming into his mind, Lance then worried about his kids. He rushes down the hallway to Larrys room, finding his fourteen-year-old son Larry and twelve-year-old daughter Lucy…………(?)