Brother, Have We Got Problems 4 (tf)
by MS_alberta
The party had just really started to get going. Everyone who hadn’t gone home for the summer seemed to be there; all our buds from the other frats and all the hot chicks from the sororities. The kegs were still pretty full, and shots were just starting, but that was it for us. The second I saw Zac and his pointy ears and furry face I pulled the beer outta his hand. I told him to warn as many of our brothers as he could find; “Don’t drink anymore! We’re changing back, and I think it’s the alcohol”. We were changing again, and in my gut I just knew it was the booze. I was thinking about dumping everything; I couldn’t be sure if it was just us changing or everyone at the party, but one quick glance around and I was sure that it was just us. I thanked god that we we’re changing slow this time, and not fast and horny. For a second I wondered what it would have been like if me and all my brothers just started jerking ourselves off, and turned into dogs buried in green piles of sludge right in the middle of our kegger. I bet we wouldn’t be invited to many parties again if that had happened.
It was so noticeable, though! I had sprouted some fur on my chest, but even more on my face, and my nose had turned dark and wet. I felt my tongue filling up the space inside my mouth, and could feel the two sharp teeth in my mouth getting sharper. I started panting. I couldn’t help it, I was so nervous and it just felt like I should be doing it. It helped me relax alittle, but now some of the people were staring at me. Like we had told Shortstuff once, if you’re nervous, just make an ass outta yourself, and you’ll feel a lot better. So I did; I gave ‘em a big smile and flexed my part frat-boy-part-doggie body for ‘em. They bought it, they started cracking up; I guess it helped that they were doing body shots before that, but Hell, it worked, and that was enough for me.
I found Zac again and told him I had an idea. We went down to our basement and pulled out all of our Halloween boxes. Boxes full of costumes and masks and make-up. We hauled back upstairs and passed out everything. It didn’t matter what the costume or mask was, I just wanted everyone at the party to dress up. I figured if I could get all, or maybe even just most of the people here to wear a mask or costume, and be sure to get everyone here drunk enough, people would just stumble away from this party thinking it was a theme or something, and not think that there was a dog somewhere in our family trees. Pretty soon all that was left was the make-up kits. I gave ‘em out to crowds of people and told them to just go ahead and help each other out.
Would you believe it? It worked out alright. People just though me and the frat had gotten ready before the party. No one seemed remember that we had started out just as normal as them. It was kinda funny actually, most of the people had some trouble with the costumes or make up, some people had disasters in ‘em. Guess they were too drunk by that point to put clothes on right, or to try and do make-up with a steady hand.
The party went on, and eventually people drifted away back to hike up or down the mountain to get to their own houses. We cleaned up what we could in the dark, and examined each other to see how far each of us had gotten. Most of us were pretty much man-ish still. If I had to guess, I’d say we were about, like, 5-10 percent dog. Some of us had hit the liquor fast and hard, though. They were farther along than the rest of us. Craig and Clark, Austin’s two buds, had set the bar for most dog-like. We went to bed, still pretty dogged out, and I knew we were all thinking if we’d be more or less pooch-ish when we woke up.
We started to see the “dog” wear off the next morning, just like a hangover. We still couldn’t decide which of the two guys, Craig and Clark, had gotten more “dog” than the other.
Craig, the shorter one, was still walking around with a body covered in fur that stopped just before his neck and at the end of his biceps. His ears had gotten huge and were sitting on top of his head now. His forearms, wrist, and hands had changed a lot, too. His wrists had thinned out and grew fur, while his hands had basically changed back into paws. He was having trouble walking, so I guess his feet and ankles had probably changed, too. Every now and then I saw him lower himself down to ground, like he was getting ready to walk on all fours. He also started to bark and growl. It’s weird, seeing his pretty much normal face let out a perfect dog sound. I guess his mind was more dogged than his body.
Clark’s change was pretty obvious, too, but I think it was entirely a body thing, his mind seemed fine the whole time. Clark had sprouted some fur on his body like mine, but much more. It started from inside his shorts and spread up and out over his six-pack and pecs. It thinned out over his shoulders but re-appeared at his arms, and thickened down to the backs of his hands. It went up his collar bones, over his traps, and marched across his back, joining back up with the hair and fur that was in his pits. It funneled down into a dark line of fur along his spine and back into his shorts. I know I saw a bump above his butt, so he must have had a tail, too, or at least the beginning of a tail. The fur covered his neck, back to front, and gave him a kind of furry beard. His nose and eyebrows got a good smattering of hair, and his nose was dark and wet like mine. His teeth, were more extreme than mine though., the sharp ones stuck outta his mouth. His ears hadn’t moved around, like Craig’s had, but were furry and pointy. I still think Clark was the most dogged-out, mostly ‘cause of his nipples. He had grown two extra sets, just like a pooch, in total he had six nipples. Two right where they were supposed to be, and the other two sets following down on his abs. We touched ‘em, and well, twisted ‘em, to see if they were real. Clark got mad, but hey, we’re guys, it’s what we do. Yeah, though, they were real.
By noon, things were starting to wear off. Now we knew that alcohol would trigger the change again. I didn’t know if this was on purpose or an accident; I’d have to call the Doc to figure that out. But it meant one thing, that was for sure. No more booze for us, or at least no more getting drunk. We had all gotten alittle buzzed, and we had changed partially back into mutts. If we get completely drunk, I bet we’ll go all the way back into dogs.
By the next morning, everyone looked normal again. Which was good ‘cause Austin was expecting company.
The guy he had met on the beach was coming over. He and Austin had gone out together that first night they met, and Austin didn’t get back till, like, 5:00 in the morning. They had been seeing each other at least once every day or so, so whatever was going on between ‘em was heavy. I guess it’s probably more than just… you know, gay stuff… ‘cause if it was just that, then why would Austin be bringin’ him here to met us? Austin’s probably fallen for the guy and wants our approval. I don’t know why, but I feel like we do need to meet him. I want to see if this guy is right for our Austin, or if he’s just playing a game. I never felt like this before, but the Doc did say I’d feel a lot more protective of my pack… er, I mean brothers.
We had grown a little more modest since the party, mostly because covering the fur on our body had become more important than the extra freedom of being naked. Now most of us wandered the house in our slightly more buff, slight more hairy bodies wearing some type of underwear, or freeballin’ in loose workout shorts, or running shorts. We still preferred to pee outside, and those clothes allowed us to just pull the fabric to the side and let loose. Oh yeah, speaking of peeing outside, I had noticed something; all the guys have their foreskin back. Weird, huh? I guess we’ve all had it back, I just haven’t noticed on any of the other guys, ‘cause we’ve been so busy with everyone changing back into dudes, pups, kids, and dogs, again. Anyways, some of the guys had found kilts after we cleaned up all of our Halloween gear and had taken up wearing them. I think I might buy some more for the rest of us. They’re something we could get away with in public.
So Austin’s friend showed up; about the same height as him, with light hair, and looked like an athlete. I had to admit it, even though I’m not like that, they guy was pretty handsome. His name was Boise, and we were kinda dicks about it, we all kinda laughed when he told us. I mean, c’mon, not only is his name a state capital, just like Austin’s, but he’s gay and he’s got the sound “boy” right in his name. Besides, it just sounds funny. He was pretty cool about it though, told us it was a family tradition, since some of his ancestors had been stationed at Fort Boise before the place became a city.
Well, we all just kinda hung out that night. Him asking questions about us, and if we knew any embarrassing secrets about Austin, which of course, we did, and told him as Austin turned bright red, and we asked Boise about himself. His family had moved a lot when he was little so he had lived in all areas of the country. He knew what it was like to live in the south, in the north, in the mid-west, and on the west coast. You could kinda tell; he was like a really mixed-up, but balanced version of the frat. There were other things we wanted to know, though. Things he couldn’t tell us. We all wanted to know what this guy smelled like. Nearly every single one of the guys ended up sniffing him at some point. He didn’t catch on immediately, but when it’s an entire frat full of guys doing something weird like trying to smell you, most people would notice it after awhile. The night was going alright, even if he was a little weirded out by us sniffing him. Even I did it, and that’s when I knew he was alright for our Austin. I just couldn’t get completely comfortable around the guy unless I could smell him. Okay, his scent was like… like, imagine if you could smell something, and on its own it was a fine and complete, now imagine you smell something else, and somehow, it fits perfectly alongside the old smell. Not that either of ‘em were incomplete before, just more like… um, damn… like Legos. They’re fine alone, but they fit perfectly into each other. Does that make sense? I guess it’s something you really can’t know about unless you can smell things the way we do… and I guess the way dogs do.
Well, it was about 1:30 in the morning that Austin told us they were going to bed. When he told us, he kinda paused. I guess to see if we had anything to say about him and another dude going to bed together. Well, I did. It was “g’night” and “see you at breakfast”. After that, and a few other mumbled, half-asleep “goodnights” from the brothers, they were gone. I’ve never seen two grown men run up a flight of stairs so fast in my life. Not too soon after that the rest of us decided to go up to bed. Since Austin, Craig and Clark are roommates, I let Craig and Clark bunk up with me while Austin and Boise took their room. I was on my way back downstairs ‘cause I had left my cell phone on the couch, when the guys asked me to bring ‘em their toothbrushes from their room. I was kinda nervous about walking in on Austin and Boise, so I made big obvious footsteps as I walked to their room, and knocked real loud, too. I didn’t want to see what was going on behind that door. I guess I was interrupting something, just as I knocked I heard Austin half moan half whimper, and a strangled kinda “jUst a mINute!”. Boise answered the door with just a towel on, and I spotted Austin sitting with his underwear on and trying to hide his bulge. It was pretty easy to guess what had been going on as Austin’s back seemed to be stuck to his leather sofa and I could see Boise’s hair was all messed up, looking like someone had run their fingers through it and had held on.
“Um, the guys asked me to get some of their things…” I mumbled as I walked over to their bathroom with my head down the whole time. “Don’t worry about it”, the pair said in unison and then laughed. Boise sat down next to Austin and in one fluid motion whipped his towel off his waist and covered both of them with it. I never even saw a flash of skin from him, he was so quick. I could see their arms and hands moving beneath the towel, though. Boise leaned over to Austin and slowly started kissing him, as his hand moved around beneath the towel, and I’m sure, beneath Austin’s underwear and grabbed on to him. Austin’s body tensed and he moaned through their mouths connected.
It hit me hard; their was a scent coming off of them. Stronger than anything I had ever smelled before. I was so hot, even though I was just wearing a pair of old boxers, I felt like I was burning up. I started to sweat almost immediately. I breathed deep to try and steady myself, but all I managed to do was taken in more of their scent. My whole body was tense and alert and alive! I managed to get out the words “Uhhh, thanks”, and stumbled back to my room. I could feel the adrenaline electrifying my body. I was breathing hard, and I was filled with energy, I felt like I was going to roar and never stop. I burst back into my room and saw Craig and Clark dozing on my sofa. I really couldn't control myself. They had fallen asleep next to each other, and they just looked so...
No one in the house got much sleep that night, in fact, we all had a rough workout together. I think we have to start being more careful around each other. It looks like our actions are having consequences on each other.
To be continued