Synopsis: A young man is attacked by a creature while the young man is living in a small Massachusetts town this is the story of how the young man transforms into a being known as the Wolfman and how the Wolfman influences the people of the town (sex with male and female occur) Feedback: Buddbuster@aol.com
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The Woofman
Chapter 1
Attack in the Night
The small New England Town of McCarthy Massachusetts
was your typical small suburbia. It laid in some rolling hills along a busy interstate that kept the tourist trade alive to come and explore its shops and cafés and it's local "home town" New England culture. It was a friendly place and the people welcomed the tourists and the quant life they had come to know and love.
One of these people was a man named Tim Smith. Tim was a 20 something guy, non-married, who worked at the local coffee café as a coffee barista. (He made the coffee)He also was your typical home town guy He couldn't say his Rs like most born and bred people from Massachusetts. He was chubby with a handsome face. He was happy and friendly but pretty much nondescript in the eyes of the world.
Tim went about his day as always but he carried a secret that smolders in him just under the surface. He greeted his customers warmly but like the rest of us couldn't figure out why a 280 pound woman would insist on a decaf nonfat soy latte. What was the point?
Tim loved to watch his customers trying to size them up to see if the matched there drink orders. There was the pretty women who showed just enough cleavage to make you wonder what else was in there besides their tits. They typically would orders lattes or chai tea. The women who dressed like hookers with their tight shirts that showed their nipples, then the women who should just use the drive through because they thought they were gorgeous but had obviously never seen themselves in a mirror. He would fill their coffee orders and lust after the ones that caught his attention.
The men were a little more discrete to a degree. There were the preppy types that came in well groomed in there Dockers and polo shirts with their muscles just noticeable under the fabric; they would order hot chocolate or an iced coffee of some kind. The jocks with their tight clothes that showed themselves to the point of why wearing clothes, muscular guys that showed the outline of a penis in their pants and shirts that left nothing to the imagination. They liked ice coffees mostly but on occasion you would get a nonfat mocha and a big smile with a wink out of one of them. Tim liked looking at them too. Then there were the truckers and lumberjack types that came in with their body hair showing over their shirts or the ones who unbuttoned their shirts just enough to show off their hairy muscular chests. A few of them would wear tight jeans which everyone behind the counter including Tim appreciated. They tended to want their coffee black, maybe with some sugar. They were chubby guys that didn't care what they showed off they were comfortable with themselves and didn't give a shit whatpeople thought. These guys were the bearish type guys that were hairy and chubby and resembled Tim's own body type and build. They dressed for comfort, jeans and shirts that were openly buttoned daring you to touch their fur to see what happened next. They ordered whatever they wanted. They got whip cream in their beards and laughed about it. Tim secretly wanted to be more like those guys and they aroused him more than any other customer.
Tim was bisexual for lack of a better term. He had had sex with a couple of girls but wasn't really sure what he was doing. He got off when he was with them but wondered if that was it. He had been with a couple of men also but was even more confused about them. What's up with this whole top and bottom thing? How do you decide who fucks who. Is it first cum first serve? He liked sex with guys but had more questions. There were also girls that made him hot. He preferred jacking off at home where he wasn't so confused.
One stormy spring night after having hot sex with himself he was cleaning up in the shower. Suddenly a stray bolt of lightning came through the window sticking him in the back. It knocked him out of the shower onto the floor unconscious. Fortunately Tim's mom heard the noise and called 911. He woke up in the hospital 2 hours later.
"You are a lucky young man." The Doctor said
"What happened?" Tim asked
"You were struck by a bolt of lightning" the doctor said
Oh lucky fucking me Tim thought. Have they all seen me naked? Oh my god!
"You survived son." Said the doctor. Very few people do. We had to shave part of your back to treat the burn but so far we don't find any permanent damage. I want to keep you here for a couple of days to treat the burn and run some more tests.
Tim got a private room and went to the bathroom so he could see the damage for himself. It hurt and smelled like burnt hair but he was ok. His nurse was nice. She was pretty and about his age. She kept him stoned on Vicodin so the burn didn't hurt too much. The orderly that brought his meals was hot. He was Latino and hairy and friendly. He offered to give Tim a massage which gave Tim an immediate hard on. Tim politely refused. He jacked off in the bathroom. That guy was so fucking hot!
Tim came home after a couple of days and went back to work. His coworkers were glad he was back and asked if he was ok to work.
"I am a little sore but good to go." Tim told them.
Life went back to normal until one night while having sex with himself, He happened to look out the window at the beautiful full moon. He had never seen such an intoxicating full moon before. His head started to spin he got dizzy and fell back onto the bed.
Tim's body began to shake. His already hairy body transformed into something different. His chubby body had tightened There was more muscle mass in this new body. He was leaner, slightly taller and covered with fur. Smooth thick beautiful fur from head to toe. He had a thick fur beard and Tim's blue eyes now shown with a fire that made them brilliantly blue and memorizing. He had claws and his penis, which was his best friend, grew to 10 inched long and almost 5 inches around. Even in hisunconscious stake his cock got hard and shot lots of thick creamy jix into the air and over Tim's head! Tim woke up sweaty, naked and horny. What the fuck has happened to me! He wondered still dazed. He began exploring his new body touching his fur and his cock. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought he was dreaming. The moon was shining and when Tim looked at it he got hard and horny and hungry for prey. Not prey to eat, prey to fuck! He felt more powerful and alive then he had ever felt before in his life. He climbed out the open window of his bed room and jumped the two stories to the ground below. The moon felt so good against his fur. He could feel his nipples harden and his claws retract so he could rub his sensitive tits in the moonlight. He felt awesome but heneeded to feed.
He didn't know where he was going. It was as if his huge new cock was calling the shots and directing him onward.
Very soon he spotted a man walking through a park alone. Tim climbed a tree like walking up steps and jumped from tree to tree like a monkey until he was over his prey. He dropped down right behind his victim and spun him around. His victim was a gay named Michael who was walking home from his boyfriend's house after a boring nonsexual night of TV and Scrabble. Michael yelled who or what are you?! Tim answered in a low husky voice. "I am the woofman."
Michael looked into the woofman's incredible blue eyes and was his slave.
"What are you gonna do to me?" Michael squeaked with fear.
"Everything" said the woofman in his low husky voice.
The woofman brought out his claws and with micro fine precision striped Michael to the waist without touchingthe four hairs on Michaels Twinkie little body. The next swipe of the claws had Michael naked still in his shoes and sox standing before the woofman.
"I'm frightened" he said to the woofman. He may have been frightened on the inside but he was rock hard on the outside. The woofman pulled Michael to him with his powerful arms and started stroking Michael's cock. Michael ran his hands down the woofmans fur from his face, across his powerful chest lingering on each nipple just for a second then down his belly to the woofman'shuge throbbing cock. The woofman started to precum and stroked on his and Michael's cock. Michael never took his eyes off the woofmans blue eyes. His body relaxed with the woofmans touch. The woofman picked Michael up gently and carried him to a nearby pic nic table. He bent his prey over the table and stroked his cock more. Theprecum acted as a lube and Michael easily took all 10 inches of sexual meat.
"What a slut." The woofman said under his breath and slowly started to slide in and out of Michael's tight quivering hole. It felt incredible as the woofman poundedharder and faster hearing Michael moan "Fuck me please Fuck me" over and over.
Michael shot his load all over the pic nic table but thewoofman wasn't finished yet. He slide out of Michael, turned him over onto his back and raised his legs. He slid that beautiful cock back into Michael until Michael begged him to stop. The woofman leaned into Michaeland started to pound his tight little ass. Michael wiggled and moaned but never took his eyes off the woofman'sface. Very soon Michael started yelling for the woofmanto fuck him harder which the woofman easily did. Michael was rubbing the woofmans fur and playing with his own nipple went he shot a huge load without touching himself. The hot cum covered his belly. The woofmanpulled out of Michael and shot a huge thick creamy load of warm cum like a fountain all over Michael's chest and Howled at the moon. Michael passed out. The woofmandisappeared. Tim woke up the next morning on the floor of his bathroom. He was naked and sore and amazed. The transformation the night before had had some residual effects. Tim now had he woofman's massive cock! He stared at it almost afraid to touch it. It felt powerful in his hand. He stroked it only for a moment not completely sure what would happen. I didn't remember what happened last night. He had lots of questions.
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