The whine of stretching cloth drew both of their attention, resting their eyes upon the torn crotch of Rick’s former pants. A sizable flacid but pulsing tube partly obscured their view of the tightly drawn cloth. Beneath his unsheathed cock, the fabric pulled in all directions away from the central stitch, where the seams of the legs, rear and crotch met. Deep Folds creased along the inner thigh and wrapped out around the leg, as the pant legs drew in, or Rick’s legs grew out. As the pants became ever more inadequate, the denim stretched like a second skin.
Rick’s body began to pull him forward, as the muscles in his chest and abdomen clenched. The pounding of his pulse deafened him as it raced through his aching temples. Though he could no longer hear his stepson’s whimpers, he saw his unease. Brenden was pacing from side to side stooped low, his bestial features folded apologetically as his eyes helplessly watched Rick convulse. Rick felt the muscles in his back shift, twisting upon themselves and drawing off in new directions. The changes were now happening in his gut, as well, wracking him with searing pain and sharp stabs. He felt heavier, and by each moment, he could tell he was becoming larger. Beyond just what was physicals, his mind was reeling with shock,too. As every nerve screamed, he could hardly focus beyond what was physical and happening within him, a sort of shifting pain with wracking waves of pleasure, to intense to let him think.
A war was being waged in Rick’s mind, between the reasoning portions and their feral roots. Brenden watched it play out in Rick’s face; his confused brow twitching and the intelligent spark in his eyes flickering. One last shocked glance looked to Brenden, and then something bestial surfaced, pronouncing itself with a heavy brow and stern cheek.
The man suddenly thrust back against the wall, breaking plaster everywhere his broad back contacted. He continued pressing back, causing his legs to slide forward across the floor, presenting what lie within his inner lap to the other creature. A large masculine hand crawled up along the thigh and into the crotch, eventually wrapping its digits around the semi hard member. With slow deliberate tugs, Rick stroked his cock to life.
Brenden sheepishly approached the apparent offer. He could still taste his stepfather’s last donation, and something deviant inside him urged him to get more, but the man who sat before him now, he knew was hardly still his stepfather. Eventually lust won, and Brenden swooped in up between his stepfather’s trunk like limbs, lavishing his tongue lovingly down across the cock and sucking it into his muzzle.
A heavy hand clamped down upon Brenden’s hackles and tried to drag him up over Rick. Brenden panicked and tried to skitter sideways away, but Rick quickly hooked an arm around Brenden’s side and drug Brandon’s hips around beside his own. Lurching forward, Rick climbed around the beast’s back and wrapped his other hand under the chest and grabbed Brenden’s shoulder, close to the neck.