Immediately, my eyes ran to his crotch, and I saw that bulge again. I
wasn't hiding the fact I was looking, and inwardly, I made a wish that
the change would go slower, unless I was stimulating him. I swear to
fucking god that I'm not gay...but I couldn't help it..I was getting
seriously turned on. I immediately regretted making the wish, but I
didn't make another one cancelling it.
"Man," he said, shooting me a smile, "I don't know what's going on,
but I'm not bitching." He tugged at his shirt, peeling it off. His
chest was rippling as black hairs began to slowly sprout on his
abdomen and crawl up toward his pecs. A small line of drool dripped
from his mouth down his chin as he smiled at me, his teeth growing
sharper, forcing his mouth into a more open position as they grew too
large for him to contain. His ears twitched and grew more pointed,
slowly sprouting tufts of black fur at their tips. "I can hear your
heartbeat," he said, his voice slightly deeper and with a growling
tone underneath. "I..can smell your arousal.."
"Arnold, I..." I started to say, afraid he'd be angry again.
"It's cool," he said, sliding over closer to me, sniffing my neck.
"This isn't gay...it's just two guys being turned on by the change.
That's natural as hell," he said as I shivered. It didn't even occur
to him that WEREWOLVES were certainly not natural, but I didn't argue
with him. Hell, it made things easier, actually.
He sat up, tearing at his shoelaces, kicking the shoes off. Taloned
toenails had already ripped through his socks. He slid his pants down
awkwardly, revealing overly hairy legs which slowly swelled with
muscle growth. His red boxers bulged, barely containing his erection,
and he smiled at me again.
"You wanna touch it this time?" he asked, glancing down at the obvious
bulge. "It's not like there's anybody here but the two of us."