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dougtfs:

Michael and I stunk pretty bad by the time we finished building the fence around his backyard. The sweat was dripping off both of us as we sat back to admire our work.

“You still haven’t told me what this is for,” I said, wiping my brow.

“Animal enclosure,” he said, kicking off his shoes. His feet smelled so ripe I nearly choked.

“Since when do you have any animals?” I asked.

“Soon enough,” he smirked. “You might want to strip down before the changes start.”

“What change – oof!” I felt a sharp prickle just above my butt, and jolted out of my seat. Reaching back, I felt a lump pressing from my lower back.

Michael laughed. “Surprise, dude,” he said. “We’re the animals.”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded. I felt the lump pushing out from my back in my hand. Oh God, it was a tail. I was growing a tail.

Michael just pulled off his shorts, letting his dick hang down between his legs.

“You and me, bud,” he said. “First we build the cage, then we live in it. Ahhh, here it comes.” He arched his back and a furry tail emerged from above his ass. It was long, thick, shaggy.

“No way,” I said, feeling another prickle wash over me. This time it settled in my legs, and I felt them crouch and distort, growing shorter. I fell forward onto my knuckles like an ape.

He smiled and pulled off his shirt, his body growing thick with muscle and hair. He lurched forward off of the table he’d been sitting on, now nude, and landed on all fours. “So hot,” he said. He lifted up and arm and sniffed the thick patch of hair in his armpit. “It the sweat that does it,” he said. “We work up a stink, we change into creatures.”

“We can’t,” I stammered. “No way. Impossible.” But I could feel the hair swirling up my body, growing furrier and animalistic. My ears jutted out from my head and I felt myself grow woozy.

Michael knuckle-walked over to me. “Just wait til you get dumb,” he said. “We’re just gonna fuck and sweat and stink all day.”

“Whaaaaat?” I slurred, feeling stupid. As he got close, his smell overpowered me. But my own body odor was pretty strong too, and he leaned into get a strong whiff.

“Yeah man, you’ll be real good at this,” he grinned.

“Good?” I said. I didn’t understand. But I didn’t have to. He grabbed me and thrust my face into his armpit, and the smell invaded my body. From far away, I heard Michael grunting, and I started grunting back.

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dougtfs:

My friend Pete and I didn’t realize it was a were-bar when we went in. Just thought it looked like a fun dive. I got the Dad Beer, and he ordered the Pig Punch – Pete always liked sweet drinks. We were only going to stay for one drink, since we wanted to explore the new city we’d just moved to. But the Dad Beer made me feel so relaxed and lazy I didn’t want to leave, and Pete’s Pig Punch was a huge drink that was taking him forever to finish so I ordered one more.

I was halfway through my third Dad Beer when Pete finally finished his huge Pig Punch, slammed it down on the bar, and belched.

“Good one, kiddo,” I said. Kiddo? I’d never called him that.

“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked. “I gotta piss so bad. Feel like I got a gallon in here. He patted his belly, which indeed looked a little bloated.

“Use the staff one, through the back,” said the bartender. He was a minotaur, a sexy musclebull with horns.

Pete belched again, and then snorted long and loud. “Thanks dude,” he grunted, heading off to the bathroom.

“Another Dad Beer?” asked the minotaur.

“Think I had enough, man,” I said. I was feeling really laid back – not tired, just so calm and confident.

“Maybe so,” said the minotaur, leaning across the bar and sticking his face right in mine. I felt his hot beastly breath on my face as he exhaled through his muzzle, which was pierced with a heavy nose ring. I’d never admired those before, but this one was so hot I couldn’t resist it. I leaned in and nuzzled his ring, then opened my mouth to kiss him. He kissed back, rolling his fat tongue into my mouth. It was heavy and thick, his breath musky with all the other men he must’ve kissed that night.

Abruptly, he withdrew. “Better go check on your piglet,” he said, pointing to the door where Pete had disappeared.

I was suddenly struck with a paternal concern for my friend. The minotaur was right, it was my duty to keep that kid out of trouble. Or help him get into the right kind of trouble.

I ambled through the door after Pete, and walked into a debauched scene: a man crouched on the ground, naked, sucking the cock of another naked man. The man on the ground had a fat curly pig tail jutting out from above his ass, and when he turned to me I saw with a shock that it was Pete, with his nose halfway turned up into a pig’s snout.

“It’s a were-bar, man,” he said, as he furiously masturbated. “We’re changing!”

And then he couldn’t say any more, because I had unzipped my fly and jammed my rock-hard dick in his mouth.

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jockthoughts:

Life’s better when your mind is slow and your muscles are big.

Huhuhuh life sure is!