Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2015 16:17:57 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Not A Werewolf Part 2 Always happy to hear from readers, and check out all my stories at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#mike.99999 Not A Werewolf Part 2 Scott felt weird. He was in class, sweating. He fidgeted in his seat. When the teacher asked if he was okay, Scott's normally squeaky voice came back as a deep growl. Everyone stared, and he felt self-conscious and scared. He itched. He didn't know what was happening to him. When he got home, he rushed up the stairs. His father, who was sitting in the den and watching TV, yelled after him, "Scott?" He went into the bathroom and closed it behind him, leaning against the door and panting. He went to the mirror and squinted his eyes at the face looking back. He washed his sweaty face and looked again in the mirror. He noticed his teeth. His teeth looked bigger and sharper. He didn't know what to make of them. When he lifted his hands to inspect his teeth, he noticed the hair on his wrists and knuckles. He noticed his fingernails, suddenly longer. Looking in the mirror, his eyebrows seemed fuller, hairier, and and his brow seemed bigger. His jaw seemed different. He felt like he was transforming before his very eyes. His neck, the adam's apple, it seemed to be jutting out from his body. As he felt it, he noticed a soft forest of hair all over his face, then a dark line of hair above his lip. He saw the back of his neck and hair trailing down to his back. He panted and sweated. He looked at his tongue and scratched at his chest and belly like a dog. He looked at the neck of his shirt and noticed more hair. It was curling around his shirt and growing out from his neck. He pulled on his shirt and ended up ripping it off, surprising himself. His arms and chest seemed to be more muscled. He felt sweat pooled under his armpit and looked closer to see more hair. He had hair under his arms, hair around his nipples, soft fuzzy hair sprouting down the center of his chest. Suddenly, his body was not his own. It was different, changed. He followed the trail of hair down his belly. He peeked down into his underwear and saw even more. He pulled his jeans off and saw hair, thick and black, on his thighs and knees and down to his ankles. He saw hair on his feet and toes. He realized what was happening. He was turning into a werewolf. His body ached and stretched in soreness. He pictured his transformation and looked for his ears to turn pointy. He reached back to see if he was growing a tail and found a patch of hair above his ass. He knew it must be starting. Then his body started growing and stretching, his jaw as he stretched it out, his fingers as he cracked his knuckles, and then his dick started to grow longer. He could feel it and see it. It strained against his underwear and curled up to his belly, like a wolf's. It ached to be set free. He peeled his underwear off and looked down at his hairy, sweaty, bulging, werewolf body. He looked in the mirror at his face. He lifted his armpit like a dog lifting its leg. He ran his hand through the curly hair tucked under his arm. He ran his hands through the curly hair around his crotch. Standing on his toes, he felt the muscles straining in his calf and leg and then his arms, now with random long hairs to be found. He was a werewolf. He looked in the mirror. "Scott?!" said his father, outside the door, startling him. "Can I come in"? "Uh, no, dad," he answered. "Uh, no, I'm ...uh, doing something in here." His father answered, "You may be surprised. Whatever it is, son. You can tell me. I'll understand." Scott laughed to himself and smiled his fangs in the mirror, still sweating and panting. "Aaah, no dad, no, not this time." "Scott? This is your father speaking. Now, open this door right this minute!" "Okay, dad. You asked for it," Soctt replied, slowly stepping towards the door after looking back at the mirror once more. He reached out, held the doorknob, twisted it, and swung the door open. There stood his father, also a werewolf. He was naked and hairy. "An explanation is probably long overdue," he said to his son. Scott's father had a dark shadow of hair covering his face, long hairs coming out of each eyebrow, and a trail of fur running down his neck to his back. Scott saw long hairs on his dad's shoulders and upper arms. He saw a carpet of fur all over his dad's chest. The hair never stopped. It went all down his arms and legs and circled like a bush around his father's thick cock, which was also stretched out and pointing up. He looked like a hairier version of Scott. His father had never been nude or even shirtless around his son. Scott had never seen his father's penis. Scott looked to see if he could see his dad's tail wagging, but didn't. "An explanation!" Scott yelled, reeling back at the sight and sudden realization. "An explanation? Look at me! Look at you?! Wait a minute, wait a minute, dad! You knew about this? You knew about this and you didn't tell me? What the hell am I going to do?" "Son, it's okay." "Okay?!?!?!" his voice squeak-yelled. Then he cleared his throat and continued in a deeper rasp. "I'm a fucking werewolf!" His father smiled. Then he strained to keep from laughing. "Scott, you're not a werewolf. You're just becoming a man." Scott looked back in horror. He looked down at their bodies and felt his teeth with his tongue. "I'm not a werewolf?""You're not a werewolf.""I'm not?""No, son""And you're not?" "No" Scott felt a wave of relief, relaxed his shoulders, and let his head fall back and a scream out. Then he jumped into his father's arms and hugged him. His father held him, as his son's arms and legs wrapped around his body. They were both naked. Scott felt his father's hairy back. He felt his father's hairy chest against his naked chest and balls and dick. He felt his father's hard dick poke up at his butt, and for a second he thought again that he was growing a tail. They looked at each other. Scott felt embarrassed at the closeness and at his dad seeing him naked. At the same time, he was fascinated by their bodies. His father let go, and Scott slowly slid down. He heard his father's dick slap up, and they both looked down at their bodies. "This is puberty, son" his dad said. "Suddenly, you realize that your body is going through a transformation. You're becoming a man, like me, and that means your body is going to get bigger and hairier, your voice is going to get deeper like mine, and you're probably going to be in here a lot, dealing with this guy." He pointed down at Scott's dick. Scott had heard of puberty, but didn't know what to expect or when and didn't know what it all meant. His dad said he was going to show him how to shave, but first he should probably show him what masturbation is. He explained that men and women have different body parts and that this big part here is built to go inside. Scott's dad grabbed his own dick and told his son to do the same to his. They talked about how that felt good and about how his penis would become erect like this, long and hard, a lot. His dad told him that masturbation means to simulate sex on yourself by stimulating the penis. The son interrupted, "That's jerking off?" His dad nodded. They talked about how he heard of that but didn't know what it meant and that usually guys just call each other a jerkoff. His dad started slowly stroking his penis. He moaned a little at the pleasure. Scott tried to mimic what his dad was doing. It didn't exactly feel right. He watched his dad more closely. Scott's dad saw that his son was having trouble. "Can I show you, son?" he asked. Scott nodded. His dad reached out and held his hard dick gently and then glided his burly hand up and down, pulling the skin and stroking across it. It felt great. His dad told him to do it soft like that. He did. Then Scott noticed a dribble of fluid coming out of his father's dick. He explained what it was and rubbed it around, lubricating his dick. Scott looked to see if his own dick would do the same, but it wasn't. His father asked, "Do you want to feel what it feels like?" Scott nodded, and his father squeezed a dollop of the clear goo out and then reached his penis over to deposit it onto Scott's dick. The son rubbed it around, feeling the liquid sensation, and he noticed the look of the two of them in the bathroom mirror. He liked what he saw. "Do you know what's going to happen next, son" his father asked. Scott didn't know. His father explained that their dicks would shoot out more liquid and then they'd go back to normal. Scott didn't believe it, but then he realized that he wouldn't have believed any of this before that afternoon. His father told him that he can just relax and let it shoot when it's ready. They both jerked faster, the son following his father's lead. They both smiled and grunted. His father had more of the clear liquid and again pushed his sword over to his son. Scott felt something. He said he thought it was coming. His father said he was ready and they'd do it together whenever he does. Scott's father watched as his son approached orgasm, let out a deep-voiced roar, almost a howl, and then shot his jizz up into the air, landing on the bathroom floor and sink and up onto Scott's father. They smiled and sneered, pounding, and the father let go an eruption. It was more than his amazed son had done or expected to see. They slowed their pace and let the last of it out. Scott's dad reached out his hand and put it on his son's shoulder. They both still held their oozing cocks. Scott wanted to feel what his father's hair felt like, what he'd soon feel like. Scott wanted to reach out and feel his dad's huge dick, like his father had held his. "Let's wash up, and then I'll show you how to shave, son."