“Look Joel, It’s not about straight or gay anymore, it’s about pure unadulterated pleasure in fucking.” Mike said.
Kevin began to moan. He was lying back on the bed. He was going through his transformation and soon his balls would reject their human sperm and purge it to make way for canine animorph sperm in a mind blowing orgasm. His big strawberry blond beard was disappearing, but it was being replaced by a black and tan beard in the color markings of a Rottweiler. The change apparently affected people differently. Some retained their human beards or in the case of females, the hair on the top of their heads and other’s lost theirs completely to be simply fur muzzled or fur headed. Kevin’s thick beard was growing bushy on his muzzle and even his chest had longer shaggier fur than Bix or Michael. Kevin’s cock was huge and hard as he lay there and stroked with his changing hands.
“Oh, please! Won’t one of you please give me your mouth or ass; I need to fuck something now!” Kevin half-whimpered in his deeper voice.
Isaac started to move toward Kevin and Mike stopped him.
Joel, watching all of this, felt a stirring. “NO!” His mind screamed.
Mike caught the look on Joel’s face and the effort of restraint in his body language. “Go on Joel, he’s you’re buddy and he needs you. You need him. It’s like I said, it’s about sex now, not straight or gay.” Mike said.
Joel was moving as if in a dream. Mike guided him to Kevin; gorgeously over-muscled, fully bearded, shaggy on his chest, tall, handsome, doggy Kevin. Isaac and Mike positioned Joel over Kevin’s throbbing cock and slowly Joel lowered himself onto it. Joel was gone, only the beast he was becoming remained and it wanted this. It wanted the beautiful dog-man he knew as Kevin to force the growing cock into his ass.
Kevin was moaning out, “Ah, fuck! That’s it. God you’ve got a great ass, buddy! Yeah, ride me!” as Joel came out of his trance like state.
“NO!” he screamed, but was held down by Mike and Isaac as Kevin humped Joel’s changing body.
It was good that they had held him down, Kevin’s monster cock, bigger than any in the rest of the pack, had begun to inflate inside of Joel. The knot, still not fully inflated yet, would have ripped Joel’s guts out if he’d pulled Kevin’s huge member out of his ass. The pain of the huge knot expanding in his gut was what had brought Joel back to his senses, but now it was too late. Kevin was locked into him and all Joel could do was take it.
Mike was saying, “It’s OK, take it easy buddy, you’ve begun to change. It will all be over soon and you’ll feel great, trust me.”
Joel moaned though tears, “Aw, fuck man, it’ll never be OK again.”
Kevin rolled Joel over on the bed. They were face to face and Kevin was fucking like the world was coming to an end. He wrapped his bearded muzzle around Joel’s mouth and Frenched him. Joel’s resistance was beginning to fade as his lust reasserted itself. Joel’s arms wrapped around the Kevin’s stout body and his hands roamed up and down his increasingly furry frame.
Mike pulled Isaac aside.
“Let’s leave them alone, they’ve got some bonding to do.” Mike said.
“Speaking of bonding, wanna fuck?” Isaac asked.
“Later, I’ve gotta find Bix.” Mike said.
Mike and Joel went down stairs to find Bix with his face buried in a bag of Dog Chow.
They were going to pull him away from the fifty pound bag when they heard a voice behind them.
“What the Hell are you?” a stocky, elderly, silver bearded man asked, rifle raised at Mike’s chest.
It was Mr. Shroeder, the man Mike had admired since he was eight; the man who had watched over him when he was growing up when his parents were away.