This choice: Fang planned to go and show off his new size, but got a little bigger first... • Go Back...Chapter #6Fang planned to go and show off his new size, b... by: Cantstopgrowing   Fang didn’t bother to clean up his mess as he hit the showers. He was increasingly aware that underneath the fading afterglow, he was still feeling a bit shitty as his muscles started to ache. Well, he supposed he did just grow a hell of a lot overnight, his muscles were probably fatigued. Nevertheless, he was keen to give his body a good test run at the campus gym. The wolf snickered. If anyone happened to catch a jealous stare while he did it, then all the better.
Fang walked stiffly back to his room to get dressed. He caught another glimpse at his now wet body through his cum drenched mirror, and had to stop and admire himself. Wow, over 8 feet. That was a significant milestone. He was one unbelievably powerful wolf. One in a million. No, fuck that he thought as he sneered. One in a lifetime.
Fang had a happy dilemma. Pretty much all of his clothes were too small for his old frame, the ripped wolf preferring to let his valuable and hard earned definition read through to the world. But six inches was a lot to stack on, and he was ripping most of his shirts before he even got them over his chest.
In the end he settled for a plain white shirt that managed to hug his form without bursting, the only one in his closet, and some baggy basketball shorts that easily held his enlarged thighs and package but was nonetheless stretched quite taught along the waist. He couldn’t stuff his junk into any of his underwear, and accepted that they could barely contain his balls let alone sheath. He would simply have to accept that the elastic would only go half way up his sheath, leaving only his shorts to hide the rest of his manhood. Besides, even if he got unlucky and his dick slipped out, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to ever happen to the world.
It was an effort to dress himself though. His muscles were burning with every move, and his joints just felt stiff. He did some stretches, but that didn’t seem to help. He decided to walk to the gym through the park. It wasn’t the quickest route, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to get some blood pumping though his stiffening muscles before he warmed up.
His body deteriorated further however, and he was only half way to the campus before he found his strides shrinking through the muscle pain. “This isn’t normal” Fang rumbled to himself nervously. He realised that this was probably one of those abnormal things that doctor mentioned yesterday. Or was it a scientist? Whatever, did he mention anything about restrictive body pain? He didn’t remember anything, but then again he wasn’t really listening.
“AH FUCK!” the massive wolf cried out in pain as his elbow flashed a sudden white hot pain. He tightly grasped his elbow. Shit, did it just dislocate itself? The wolf barred his teeth as he scowled in pain. His elbow was violently throbbing bolts of the most acute pain he had ever felt.
But then suddenly, it was like a switch flicked. Fang let out a feeble moan as the sharp stabs of pain in his elbow turned… pleasurable. Throbs of ecstasy were sent jolting up his arm as the warmth spread down his arm into his wrist. “Ah shit!” the black wolf gasped through clenched teeth as he held his elbow to his chest, hunching over it protectively as if it were injured. His forearm felt was on fire. Hell, it felt like his had WAS fire. But damn, it felt good.
The burning felt as if it were pressing up against invisible containments in his hand and bicep, fighting to spread out across his arm. “Ughah!” Fang grunted as an intense pleasure shot down the length of his wrist. It was a feeling in some ways comparable to an orgasm, though it was a completely unique sensation in its own right. The wolf’s heart pounded in his massive chest, breathing rapidly as his mind ran mostly on instinct as the experience played out.
His forearm was growing. Slowly, almost too slow to see, but Fang could feel it. He could feel it grow wider as he nursed it in his hand. Every muscle in his body was tensed, and even though his shoulder was locked in place, he could feel his wrist snake across the fur on his chest as it grew longer. He could also feel and hear the popping of cartilage, the creaking of bones and the tearing of muscles and tendons as it swelled out in every direction.
Then the burning sensation broke through the invisible containment in his paw, shooting up his hand and several fingers. Fang could grunted in pleasure as the burn grew hotter he let his shaking hand out in front of him, observing his palm as it too shot with pleasure. And began to grow. Not uniformally as one might have expected. The numerous bones and tendons in his palm spasmed larger to their own beat, quickly leading to a very mangled mess accompanied by some sickly popping and stretching sound effects. The sight set off an alarm somewhere deep in Fangs mind, but such a thought was far from the centre of his attention.
Suddenly, his index finger flared up to the height of his middle finger, the growth spreading up from one joint to the other quickly without resistance. His pinkie followed shortly after, the base joint popping out further from it’s wrist, before the middle joint followed in suit like a falling domino, then after a brief futile pause of resistance, the tip of the filled out to complete it. His palm continued to pop and expand, a more correct form reappearing as the slower growing components caught up in quick spasms, joining the rest of the hand in what was to be its new size. The last fingers popped out within short bursts of each other, leaving the shaking wolf staring at his enlarged hand as the sensations faded, leaving only a burning ring that pushed against his upper arm.
Slowly, Fang put his pams together and laughed in delighted disbelief. The finger-tips of his enlarged hand eclipsed towered a full joint above those on his other hand! Looking down lower, his new elbow jutted out at least two inches further than his old one, and the sheer muscle further accentuated the difference. His whole arm felt heavier and looked clearly out of proportion, but the huge black wolf was ecstatic with what he saw. Greed and lust flashed through him. “More.” He pleaded to his hand. More, he wanted more. More size, more of the insane feeling of growth.
He laughed as the burning feeling broke free and shot up his upper arm, pausing only briefly before flooding over his shoulder and clavicle. Gasping, he rubbed his upper body with his unequal hands as the heat intensified, heralding the familiar pleasurable growth. The heat spread further before that onslaught however, up his neck and to the bottom of his jaw. Fang was breathing sporadically and unevenly as the pleasure finally burst up his bicep and spilled out onto his torso. He felt the corrugated growth as his upper arm and shoulder cracked and popped in protest as they swelled longer and wider.
Fang watched in delight as his swelling bicep and triceps pushed his t-shirt’s sleeve further up his arm, only to have his swelling shoulders come up from behind the already taught fabric. The sleeve wedged in the grove between the wolf’s bicep and shoulder and hung a moment before spontaneously splitting, the loud tear ripping several inches high and wide, exposing a sliver of visibly expanding shoulder, the meat growing so rapidly that the wolf’s tight shiny pelt seemed to be swimming across it. This was an image beyond Fangs wildest dreams and his deepest desires. Had he a freely standing erection, the sight, image and sound would have been enough to make him blow.
The warmth spread across his head and to the tops of his ears. Eyes glazed and half closed, he simply stared into the distance as he focused on the feelings, letting them take him. His mouth hung open wide in a dopey grin, salivating freely as and his tongue lolled over the corner of his mouth. He whined pettily as the pleasure and growth crept up his neck, his vertebrate cracking and popping loudly in his hear as the growth enveloped the centre of his senses. He could feel his head creep slowly and unevenly higher as the base of his jaw suddenly expanded violently, dislocating itself.
It should have been an excruciating experience, but Fang gasped in delight instead as his jaw shot a sharp feeling of sweet pleasure as his under bite flared out. His bottom teeth grew unevenly, tearing his gums into all sorts of unusual shapes. His tongue suddenly creped further out of his mouth as the growth spread through his mouth, saliva dripping more frequently as his glands were squeezed as he expanded. The back of his top teeth were the next to grow, pressing up against each other and the gums that housed them as his jaw suddenly locked back into place.
Fang looked down his dark muzzle as one side of it elongated, pushing his nose up and onto an awkward angle. His canines flared out of his mouth as his left eye swelled larger than the cavity that held it. Fang couldn’t close it as it bulged out in bliss, leaving him to an uninterrupted view of his mangled muzzle as it corrected itself further away from his face than it had ever been before. One of his ears started to spasm as he heard his eardrum enlarge, the strange violent whistle of rushing air was the last thing he heard before he felt his skull move and he blacked out.
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