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                I had

to make a few excuses as to why I wasn't coming home. Overall they were

accepted, though I'm sure there were some people left wondering at my sudden

departure. The only things I had sent over to the Big Apple were a few

mementoes and the boxes that Maggie had the cash in. She had taped them up and

put them in the attic. Everything arrived a few days later (I sprang for

expedited shipping because why the hell not?) and we trucked the stuff to

Verona's apartment.

                It was

nice; not as nice as the suite at the hotel, but nice enough. It was tastefully

decorated, and it had a guest bedroom. But the thing that got me were the

photos on the wall. Some of them were obviously a few decades old and

apparently from modeling shoots. The hair was different, and the accessories and

clothing obviously dated, but the face was nearly the same. Unbelievable.

                Since I

had paid for the hotel suite until the end of thirty days, we opted to keep it

available. We spent time in between the two places, having plenty of fun, as

I'm sure you can imagine. I was still feeling torn inside, but it was no worse

and no better than before, so I learned to deal with it. There were some added

side effects, unless it was my imagination. One was hanging between my legs. I

never dwelled on size before, but I swear on the bible it was longer.  

                My

impression was proved to be correct. Maggie had tired of the toys, but had

followed Verona's advice in leaving me be for a while. I was finally feeling

frisky enough to return to my duties as a lover. The first thing she noticed

was that once I got hard, I was definitely longer.

                "I'll

say this for Verona's bite. It may not have made you a werewolf like us, but it

improved you in one key spot. I think I'm going to like the new you."

                It was

a good thing she could take on more than you might think. As it was, she

squeaked (in human form) as I drove the new beast into her. This time, the

tightness wasn't caused by anything she did. It was all me.

                "Father!"

Was all she could gasp out as I push inch after inch inside her. Where I might

have gained some length with it as it hung there under the force of gravity, I

had gained a lot more now that it was blood engorged. It even looked more feral

and red than before.  I held her tightly

as I pushed until there was no more space inside her for me to fill. It didn't

stop me from trying however.

                I could

see her fingers gripping the sheets as I continued to push. Her cunt was trying

to adapt to the new me, and I don't think she was capable of it. That put me

into the position of being the dominant one in this relationship for the first

time.  It felt good.

                She

tried converting to her feral self and found that made it worse for her.

Whereas she could easily take me before, now I think she was thinking I might

have too much of a good thing. There was no such thing as too much of a good

thing. Not from my new perspective there wasn't.

                I did

take it easy on her. It was probably a shock going from being the aggressive

one to the passive one. A few weeks ago I would never have been this daring, but

now; well now I felt totally different inside my head. I had, if nothing else

going for me, more confidence and bravery. That went a long ways in making me

feel better. And now so was my cock.

I soon had the room filled with

howls and groans. Maggie got so noisy that Verona came in to see what we were

doing. I mean, yeah, she KNEW what we were doing, but she had never heard

Maggie make so much of a fuss before.

Her first reaction was one of

alarm. I think she still found it hard to believe that Maggie was my willing

partner. That notion was stupid, straight and simple, because any time before,

if she didn't want it, and I had tried to force it, I'd be dead. But now, the

tables were turned.

"You shouldn't hurt her like that!"

she cried.

Maggie saved me the bother of

opening my mouth. "Shut up Verona! This is the first time I've ever had all my

itchy spots worked over at once. Leave us alone!"

                The

woman walked around the bed until she was face to face with Maggie. "I still

say you're too young for this!"

                Maggie

tilted her head. "And I say you're just jealous because I'll get more action

over my lifetime because you were a late starter!"

                It went

downhill from there. I'll tell you what; women are women and I will rarely say

a thing against them, but she-wolves, if that's the proper term, can be

downright bitches. I finally settled their bickering with a less than subtle

roar. It startled me as much as it did them. "Look you two. There is only one

of me and two of you. Do you know what that means?"

                Even

Verona was silent. I continued. "It means that one of you will have to sit on

my face while I do the other one, or else you'll have to shut up and wait your

turn! I will not listen to your pathetic whining while I trying to have some

fun!"

                I heard

Maggie giggle. "I think I like him better all the time. Good job Verona!"

                "Really?

I think I may have created a monster." But her words were in direct conflict

with her actions. Her clothes were off in record time.

                That

meant that I had to change my position. I picked up my girl, still pinned on my

cock, and rotated until my back was to the bed. I fell back, keeping her stable

as I worked my way to the head. I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips. The action

caused Maggie to freeze.

                "Do

that again!'

                I did.

In fact, I ended up licking my nose. That had never happened before!

                Verona's

eyes lit up. "Oh yes little one, I think I like your father more and more with

each passing day!"

                She

found that she did. Of course, for the first time in her short life, Maggie

found out what abuse was all about. Now mind you, I had no intention of harming

her, and to rest your mind now, she didn't suffer anything more than a

persistent soreness in her nether regions. The blame, if there is any to bestow

on anyone, goes to Verona.

                Her

smell drove me off the deep end again. I had my tongue rolled up and stuffed in

her cunt like a wad of fifty dollar bills. She had to hang on to Maggie for

support, and she in turn held on to her. I worked the two of them over in a way

that I doubt I will be able to sufficiently describe.

                Now, I

don't know any more about werewolves than I did before. I mean, really; what

did I know? That they existed was about it. So if you were to ask me what it

was like having a threesome like this, I don't know what I can tell you. True,

we were all human in form (like I could be anything else!), but in my mind I was

as feral as you could get. I'm afraid I went a little overboard.

                Poor

Maggie was riding me as best she could. Whereas she could make some adjustments

to her anatomy, she was now stuck with what I had. There was no gradation to my

new size. It was one size fits all and too bad if it doesn't. But she was a

tough cookie, and the longer we went, the more she adapted to dealing with it.

                The

woman was another story. She had years of experience, but I know from our

conversations that she had never dealt with anyone even remotely werewolf, even

someone like me who seemed to have nothing more than ancestry backing his

claim. But I doubt any of her previous lovers could curl their tongue and stick

it six inches deep into her warm moist recesses. It was terrible fun, and it

was a almost a grave mistake.

                It's

one thing to smell the scent flowing off of her. It was another yet to taste

it. Before, it was enough to drive me half mad. Now, because of whatever

changes were happening within me, that sensation became blinding. I simply didn't

stop. I could feel her trying to tear herself away after, oh, I don't know,

maybe twenty or twenty five minutes of deep tissue massage. My grip proved to

be iron.

                I

wasn't trying to be sadistic. I was trying to taste every last drop of her

aroma. In fact, to be honest, I rather forgot about poor Maggie riding my lower

half. She suffered the most. My body was pretty much running on its own power.

I referred to it later to two, much-abused females as being on autopilot. Once

I started, it was perpetual motion from there on. That meant that Maggie was

back in control, at least partially, right up until it happened.

                She

emitted a shriek that was enough to break through the fog clouding my head.

Since I wasn't doing anything different in that region, I had no idea why she

was carrying on so. I let go of Verona and pushed her away, but only with great

reluctance and sat up. Maggie's eyes were wide, and they were actually tearing up.

I shook my head to try and clear the confusion inside.

                "What's

wrong?"

                She was

whimpering. "I'm not sure!"

                Verona

got her head down to crotch level , where we were conjoined as one. "Oh my..."

                "What?"

I exclaimed, suddenly clear-headed enough to think more freely.

                "I

think you just knotted up inside your daughter."

                "I

what?"

                I knew

what that meant. I just didn't know how I could have done it. I tried once to

pull out and Maggie dug her claws, real claws, into my skin.

                "How

did this happen?" I was feeling a little sick to my stomach.

                "I

guess you have developed some more lupine traits, without becoming a full

werewolf. I told you I thought she was too young."

                I was getting

pissed off. "We were doing fine until you decided to try turning me into something

I'm not! We had a great sex life before today. So don't go getting all in my

face about it!"

                In my

anger, I ended up pulling against my daughter, causing her to yip.

                "Father,

please relax. It was inevitable that something like this might happen. I'd

rather have it happened here with you than somewhere else. At least we have all

the time in the world for it to subside."

                A voice

of reason. I sucked in a few deep breaths. "I don't like feeling out of

control!"

                Damn if

she didn't manage a smile. "Oh yes you do. Until I yelled you were totally into

being out of control. So don't lie to me. What you mean to say is when you get

back to being your old self, then you have regrets. Why do you think I take

down the criminal element? Because when it's done and over, I have less to have

regrets about. It's not like I go around killing children my age, or

defenseless old people. So today we learned something new. Never take you on

when your nose is filled with were-stink."

                Verona

cried out in indignation. Maggie laughed. "I was kidding! But I do think you'd

be better sitting here right now than me. I'd love to keep going, but I'm

afraid that as it is, I'm going to be walking like a cowboy for a while."

                It took

an hour for my newly obtained knot to shrink. During that time, her body was a

twitchy mess. This caused me to blow three times over during our conjugation,

and I did it all without moving a muscle. When I finally returned to being

normal (normal?) I felt a flood of liquid follow in my wake. Maggie stood up,

put her hand to her crotch and ran to the bathroom, dripping all the way.

                I was

feeling pretty bad about hurting her, but she brushed it off like it was

nothing. "However, father dear, from now on, you will not be sticking the whole

thing inside me. As it is, I think my pelvis was widened during that hour. I

think I'll need roomier jeans after this."

                She

might have been right. But after all that, I was still left with an uneasy

feeling. There were too many changes happening, and as far as I could tell,

they weren't happening as they should. Turning into a werewolf no longer scared

me. Turning into something that I couldn't control did. I didn't like hurting

people, and in the end, I had a feeling that was what this was going to come

down to. I only hoped it wasn't people I cared about.