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Marillon stared in shock as Barry's body began twisting, swelling, getting hairier...
In front of him now stood what was clearly a werewolf.
One amazingly tall and beefy.
And who was growing even taller and beefier.
Barry explained to his astonished boyfriend that indeed, he was a werewolf, and that it was why he reacted so strangely to Marillon's adoration of the lupine beast.
But he wasn't just a werewolf. He was a God-Alpha, an extremely rare variant of werewolf that the full moon's light didn't just turn, but also grew and empowered to godlike levels, hence the name.
And indeed, in the time it took him to explain all this to the human, he was already taller than a big building and more muscled than a Mr Universe, destroying all his clothes except for his bone-patterned boxers (fitting...).
Grabbing delicately his now tiny for him boyfriend in his huge hands (or paws?), Barry continued, saying that he was revealing all this to him because he recently convinced the lycanthrope powers-that-be (he didn't enter into more details than this) to let him turn him in a new werewolf.
If he wanted it, of course.
And in spite of the astonishment he still felt at seeing his boyfriend grow so gigantic he towered now over skyscrapers and held him in his palm like a little bug, Marillon, at the realization that his lifelong impossible dream was not only possible, but potentially on the verge of being realized, hysterically begged for the God-Alpha to do it.

Art by  joesanchez
Barry © me
Marillon ©  marillon954