"No, no it's nothing like that. I'm just, uh, kinda claustrophobic?" Eric meant it to be a statement, it came out like a question. Thankfully the professor didn't think too much of it, and went back to the lesson. But for the rest of the class, everyone was taking a few minutes to stare at Eric, and try to make sense of his odd behavior.
Eric glanced at the clock and almost groaned out loud when he saw he still had an hour and a half left of his two hour class. He attempted to get erection under control. He did verb conjugations, went over multiplication tables, ran down the periodic table, even tried to recite the Gettysburg Address. Nothing seemed to work, so Eric attempted meditating. Clearing his mind of all thoughts, except that blasted boner. The throbbing deep in his shaft got worse and worse. Eric didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep from getting naked, pulling his wolfish cock out and stroking its length. His body felt like it was on fire!
Once class finished, Eric remained seated until everyone else was gone, including his professor. He pretended to be working on something, and vehemently told his professor that he wasn't sick and that he just needed some place quiet to work. After he left, Eric stuffed his belongings into his backpack and stood up.
His erection tented out in front of him, clear as the nose on his face. He took his sweatshirt out of his backpack, and tied it around his waist in an effort to conceal at least some of his boner. The bathroom was only down the hall, he could do this. Eric had to waddle to the door, his balls swollen with seed. He felt his cock twitch with every step, the head already extended from his sheath.
"Just make a break for it. It's only five doors down, you can do this." Eric chanted. He slung his backpack over both shoulders, tightened the knot that was keeping his sweatshirt tied together, and opened the door. Then ran like his pants were on fire, and in a way they were. His balls were caught between his body and his pants, bouncing all over the place as Eric ran. Eric cursed, trying to adjust his balls while running so they didn't bruise his thighs.
Once he made it into the bathroom, he made sure no one else was inside, then grabbed the trash can. He propped it against the door and wall so that no one would be able to open it. Then threw his backpack on the sink counter, took off his pants, and then boxers.
"Oh fuck!" Eric said upon seeing his raging boner. His cock, fully extended to at least twelve inches, was completely canine now. The skin was a darker shade of pink, and shiny from all the pre cum. Eric's knot had swollen to the size of his testicles, which were also pretty big now. The pointed end of his cock stared up at him, clearing displaying his urethra. Thick dollops of pre dripped down to the tiled floor.
Eric went into one of the stalls and stood in front of the toilet, cock aimed at the bowl. Then he grasped his cock with both hands and started pumping. His body bucked as pleasure rushed over him. His tongue hung out of his mouth, rubbing against his sharp teeth. His balls dangled below, eager to release their seed. Eric started thrust in time with his pumps, effectively dry humping the air in front of him.
He heard a few people try to open the bathroom door to no avail. He didn't care, he was enjoying himself too much. Eric just needed to cum, that's all. Then he'd be able to finish the rest of his day, go back home and then claim his reward. Seeing Cassie in her wolf form again, with those big breasts, and that tight pussy of hers...
"Ahhhhaaa!" Eric exclaimed as his cum shot out into the toilet bowl. His balls pulled tight, and then released, at the same time releasing his spunk. It hit the water so hard he got splash back all over his sneakers. There was a large puddle of cum and water on his feet, not that Eric paid much attention to it. He was supporting himself on the back of the toilet, panting like an animal. His cock was still spitting out cum.
Eric didn't have anything to measure it with, but he guessed there was about half a cup of his baby batter. He never came so hard, or with so much before. He ripped off a healthy amount of toilet paper and began wiping his dick off. Once he was finished his cock retreated back into his sheath. He couldn't put his pants or boxers on without the waistband going around the middle of his length. Eric put a layer of toilet paper in between his sensitive organ and the elastic so as not to get himself aroused again. Then he tugged his pants back up and washed himself clean of any cum.
What he saw in mirror startled him, and confirmed that now he HAD to let Cassie change him. There was no other alternative. His ears were long and pointed, covered in gray fur. Eric held out his hands and saw short claws had broken through his nails. His palms had a thin layer of fur on them, and some part of him chuckled at the irony of him having hairy palms. The back's of his hands had fur too, darker gray fur that ran up his forearm. Eric's tongue felt larger, like it wasn't quite fitting inside his mouth. Eric touched a trail of hair on his jawline, feeling how soft it was. Then saw another line of fur running down his back, over his spine to his tailbone, which now protruded from his back. He pressed a finger to it, surprised at how sensitive it was.
Suddenly another change hit him, and Eric was forced to kick his sneakers off. In his haste, he lost his balance and landed squarely on his ass. Eric didn't have time to wince or grimace as His socks were bulging at the seams, exploding into lots of little pieces in second. More gray fur covered the top of hs foot, and was quickly spreading up Eric's calf. His face contorted into a grimace as his toes grew larger and larger still. There was a sickening snap, and Eric felt his bones moving under his skin. He held back the urge to puke, and looked down.
His big toe was being pulled back by some unforeseen force, a hooked claw forming at the tip as it moved. Eric found he could still move his new dew claw just like the rest of his toes. Well, he could move the claw, even retract it like a cat would be able to. The rest of Eric's toes grew similar sharp claws, and thick callouses that eventually became pads. His heel seemingly stretched backwards and away from the rest of his foot. When it was over, Eric stared completely dumbfounded at his new paws.
Tremors ran up his legs as Eric tried to stand. It felt so weird, Eric imagined this was how women felt when they wore heels. Except they weren't physically attached to their bodies. Steadying himself on the stall door, Eric took baby steps forward until he was able to walk. He was a couple of inches taller, but if he bent his knees enough he could get closer to his normal height.
"Great, just fucking great. Now what am I going to do?" he thought, still staring in disbelief at his newest change. Eric had to bend down avoid hitting his head on the doorframe of the stall. Looking at himself in the mirror, Eric realizing that Cassie had a point. He couldn't control himself, and this is what happened. He put his shoes on as best he could, concealing most of his paws.
But where his ankles should be, you could see fur and muscle. So Eric reluctantly undid his belt and let his pants sag down so they would cover his legs completely. Of course that left his tail partially exposed, but Eric didn't think anyone would really notice with his backpack on. He had to wear the sweatshirt, even though it was eighty some degrees outside. The hood was the only thing he had to conceal his pointed ears.
Shouldering his backpack, he took a step forward. Unfortunately, walking with paws wasn't made any easier with the sneakers on. Eric nearly face-planted on the ground managing to catch himself on the sink before his face met the grimy floor. He moved the trash can away from the door, and pushed the door open.
Eric shuffled along, using the wall for support when he lost his balance. People gave him a few odd looks, as expected, but mostly didn't pay him much attention. Eric was relieved to have a few seconds to rest in the elevator. He leaned against the cool metal surface, slumping a bit in exhaustion. He still had a ways to go before he reached his car.
"You can do this. Just get to the car, wait for Cassie and do... it." Eric avoided any thoughts of what he had to do in fear he'd get another erection. And he couldn't deal with a two foot tail and a muzzle on his own, let alone without someone calling the cops or government.
