John was halfway to his car when he realized that he had forgotten the Alpha scent fragrance. The instruction book had stated that he should reapply once daily to prevent complications with his betas until his final transformation. John felt a surge in his dick at the thought of transforming into a massive muscle bound bestial Alpha, ready to lead his pack into the wilderness. That stage would have to come much later though, since John still had three more vials and three more men to find who would taste their salty sweet contents.
Back in the darkened apartment, John spied Alex’s monstrous nude figure sprawled across the living room floor. Alex’s shallow breathing indicated that the young nineteen year old was still asleep; while his calm murmurs, the clenching of the nimble toes on his outsized feet, and rock hard cock gently bobbing on his taught cobble stoned stomach, indicated the erotic nature of his dreams. His transformation happening only the night before, Alex was undoubtedly still very tired from the ordeal.
Continuing on, John crept down the hall towards his closed bedroom door. Hugo had unloaded and passed out last night only minutes before Alex unexpectedly arrived at the door. Although Hugo had done a complete workout at the gym as a human the day prior and undergone a violent transformation in the gym’s locker room one hour prior to Alex’s, as a testament to his stamina Hugo’s rested head popped up in the dim light when John cracked open the door.
John fully stepped into the room whispering, “Good morning, Hugo.”
“Gud morn John,” he replied while softly sniffing the air. “John smell dif’rent.”
“Shit, I better find the Alpha scent fast” John thought to himself. He fibbed to Hugo, “That is because John is dirty, and needs special spray to be clean. Flipping on the light, John was dismayed to see what Hugo’s powerful frame had done to his furniture. The bed had been knocked up against the far wall, taking out the nightstand where the Alpha scent had been placed.