Coming of Age

He waited for the full moon in anticipation. He would try one more time to fight the change. The first few times he was always caught off guard. Now he knew for sure that he was a werewolf, and he was prepared to control the animal within him. Any minute now the moon would appear over the horizon, and he would fight the urge to change into a wolf.
He masturbated while he waited in those final moments. He flipped through the pages of Playboy magazine, his penis fully erect after several pictures of naked women. As a teenager, it wasn't always easy to slip those magazines into his room. He couldn't imagine he was able to avoid revealing his animal nature during the full moon. But his parents were away, and he would have no trouble hiding his werewolf self while in the house. He gazed at Miss January, with his cum dripping all over his bed.
At last the moment of change came. The symptoms were all there. Shortness of breath, sensation of heat, extreme sexual arousal. He had them all as the moon, full and bright, rose into the nighttime sky. A part of him knew it was futile to resist the change, to conquer the wolf that was about to become apparent. He lay on the bed naked, his penis pointing towards the ceiling.
He gripped the bed as his skin began to tingle and itch. Already he was pouring with sweat and gasping for air. The veins in his arms swelled as his muscles tensed. His heart rate accelerated as his throat developed the snarling sounds of the wolf.
This time, his pubic hair was the first to grow. It thickened and lengthened before spreading to the rest of his lower region. Then it was the hair under his armpits. Tiny hairs slowly peeked out of the skin on his arms. It was frightening, yet fascinating. He struggled all he could, but at that moment, he realized he didn't know what to do to resist the transformation.
He looked at his hand. His trimmed nails lengthened and sharpened as his fingertips felt as if they were on fire. He screamed, but his voice was no longer human. It was a high-pitched yelp, less than human but not quite wolf-like.
When the pain in his fingers stopped, he gazed at his lower section. As fur spread across his chest, he saw his penis shrink - no, withdraw into his legs. His organ grew heavy in the sheath that quickly developed around it.
He finally stopped resisting and tried to ease into the transformation. The rate of change slowed down as other minor features became known. He slid his tongue under the growing and sharpening canines. His eyesight, which became much more clearer as the transformation neared completion, caught notice of his growing muzzle, which accomodated his heightened sense of smell. He lay on his chest as his tail rapidly grew from his butt. He could not resist putting claw marks into his pillows and his bedsheets as wolf shared control with human.
He closed his eyes and laid still on the bed until the change finally ended. He no longer felt naked, as fur completely covered him from head to toe. A sense of power and strength traveled throughout his body. When he stood up, he towered over everything in his room. No longer did he feel just like a regular teenager. He viewed himself in the mirror. What looked back at him was a wolf hybrid that even frightened him.
He examined every feature of himself. EVERY feature of himself. As curious as any teenage boy could be, he followed the urge to examine his penis, which easily slid out of its sheath. It swelled greatly up in size and thickness, almost two or three inches in length. It was...big.
When he transformed into a werewolf those first few times, he held himself in fear and shock. He was lucky to be alone those times where no one would find him out. He hid away, hoping that the terror would come to pass. Now that he finally had a good look at what he truly was, he felt much more different. He let out a great howl in triumph, knowing that his bedroom would keep in most of the sound. And he wanted to experience his animal vocal chords.
The first thing he noticed was that he was hungry. The transformation took a lot out of him, and he needed a lot to consume to pass the night. He hungrily left his room and took to the kitchen for some raw meat that might be in the refrigerator.


Miles away, in a dark part of a forest on the outskirts of town, two creatures making love rolled around on a patch of cool grass. For what seemed like almost two hours, the male and the female demonstrated their animal selves to each other. Towards the end, both were locked together by the knot of the male's sexual organ.
"Oh, I have not enjoyed this for a long time," said the female as she laid on top of her mate.
"Don't you wish we could get out of the house more often?" asked the male.
"Yes, I do. Perhaps we can, now that our son's...you never told me it was genetic!"
"I didn't know either! Just think. Our son, a werewolf. I just hope he can handle it."
"Honey, I handled it pretty well when you gave it to me, remember?"
"Yeah, but back then you wanted to fuck me like an animal, so I gave you what you asked for!"
"And I still do!" Just then, her muzzle brushed the fur on his face as her canines pierced the skin on his shoulder.
The male howled in ecstasy as they both tumbled over to switch positions, "Oh, you'll pay for that, my cute little beast!"