Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2015 16:17:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Not A Werewolf Part 2

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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."