Paul pulled away at Nathan's statement. “I'm..I'm not gay..”
Nathan smiled. “Relax, it's the moonshine doing its work. This whole
place..” he trailed off, staring out the window at the full moon.
“This whole place is..everything..is meant to bring you pleasure..”
Paul scratched at his neck again. “Yeah..but I'm not..”
Nathan held a finger up. “Shush. I was just saying how uncomfortable
these clothes were..”
Paul sighed. “Which clearly was you trying to entice me toward gay
stuff.” Paul didn't move further away though.
“Well..” Nathan said, “You weren't exactly keeping your distance. I go
both ways, especially on the 'shine.” The moon was shining brightly
outside, and Nathan began to stare out at it. Paul realized he must be
far drunker than he thought he was, because he could have sworn he
could see hair growing on the side of Nathan's neck.
Paul found himself staring at the moon. It was practically all he
could see or think about. His head was swimming. He felt odd, like his
teeth were too big for his mouth, of all things. His forehead beaded
with sweat as he tried not to think about the throbbing in his pants,
let alone his inability to look away from the moon. “I..uhh..” he
mumbled, tugging at the collar of his shirt unconsciously.
“You've never been on the shine before, have you?” Nathan asked. His
hands slid to his fly, and he unzipped his pants.
“N-no..” Paul replied, his attention divided between the moon and
Nathan. His eyes darted down to Nathan's lap, then back to the
moonlight.
“Well then, just follow my lead..” Nathan said, and with a quick
adjustment, Nathan's cock popped out, rock hard and already dripping
precum. Nathan let out a loud moan that ended in a growl, and his face
began to ripple slowly as his jaw and brow thickened and Nathan looked
over at Paul (who now had completely had his attention occupied by
this strange sight). His eyes were bright yellow, and he let out
another growl.
“H..Holy shit..” mumbled Paul, torn between fear, arousal, and pure
curiosity. He got off of the bed, but didn't run out of the room.
Nathan stood up, letting Paul continue to get a good look at what was
happening. Nathan grabbed ahold of his cock with clawed fingers as
blonde fur started to grow along his forearms. As he stroked it, his
chest barreled outward, ripping the shirt at his chest and shoulders.
More fur grew in on his chest with every stroke, along with muscles
building.
He let out a loud howl, which sounded half-human and half-wolf, and
now his jeans were ripping as well. His calves had easily doubled or
tripled in size, and more fur raced from his feet to his groin. He
began to pant as his fangs protruded from his mouth, and his muzzle
began to stretch out. Paul saw that his cock had grown sheathed, but
that it certainly wasn't interfering with his self-pleasure.
Nathan stroked it faster and faster as his muzzle finished its
development, and his body finished its transformation into a bipedal
golden wolfman. With a howl, he hit his orgasm, shooting his seed
across the floor, then tore the remnants of his clothing off.
Speechless, Paul...