Comic and Video Roundup (Werewolf, Muscle Growth, Monster, Ape, Demon, Goat Transformations) Daymon here, bringing you a cornucopia of comics and a selection of short videos. We begin with a suggestion by Samuel, a werewolf transformation from the webcomic Dillion and Richmond, found here. The muscles are getting much better and it is beautiful so far that he is getting fully covered in 100% natural wolf fur al over every part of his body. The tail growing scene is very nice; the way it started short and small, then it floofed out long and fluffy from over his butt in and awesome and enjoyable way possible.

There are many research cases pertaining to the study of Homo Lupus, or Lycanthrope. These were the life's work of Edward Harrell. Please visit the encyclopaedia to find out more about him. You will find photos of various specimens cases here.

Edward Harrell collected many specimens of Lycanthrope young, many taken from the executed mothers he hunted whilst studying the migration patterns of nomadic groups through northern europe. It was only in his later years that he ceased, and regretted his murderous thirst for knowledge pertaining to this illusive offshoot of early man. Homo Lupus, symbiotic Hominid, shares no actual genetic traits with the common wolf, other than those we all share as mammals. The aesthetic similarities are striking – yet these were all natural characteristics shared by most, if not all carnivorous mammals. The interesting biological anomalies of the lycan is the ability to “infect” other hominids (mainly humans, although there have been cases of Lycanthropy within the minority hominid groups we share the earth with.) This ability is a bi product of the immuno -efficiency virus prevalent in the saliva and blood of Homo Lupus.

The transformation mythology stems from the six to eight month metamorphosis of an infected human. The agonizing reorganization of skeletal structure and organs is not an instantaneous reaction – the energy drained from the body is overwhelming, sending most new hosts into a coma. The transformation occurs when the pathogen injects its own DNA into healthy human cells. This triggers hypotrichosis, elongation of the limbs, muzzle, ears. The hands lengthen, finger nails with fall off in one of many excruciating reconfigurations of bone and muscle tissue.

However, Lycanthropes are a species, and breed like any other animal. They usually give birth to more than one young at a time, the gestation period is around 8 months. Lycans are intelligent, problem solving animals, although their fear of humanity has ostracized them from forming civilization. The last known city populated by Lycans dates back to 10,000 years ago, in Mesopotamia, and appears to have influenced the dawn of human agriculture. A terrible upheaval broke the fragile truce between the aggressive humans and the over trusting Lycans.

“Wishful Thinking”
by The Dove

“I swear, if I see one more freaking algebra problem, I’m gonna hurl!”

You could say Sam Baxter was agitated. Well, maybe agitated wasn’t quite as strong a word for what he was feeling. He was nothing short of busting a gasket at the thought of yet another homework problem that took more than one hour to do. Just for a single problem! His algebra teacher was one sadistic individual. I mean, seriously, like, who was even going to need to know how to find “x” or solve for “y? Who used that stuff anyway? Only the people who actually taught the stuff, that’s who!

These were all thoughts Sam was thinking as he barreled down the country roads of his small hometown, the sharp chunks of rock and gravel sliding and spinning before flying out like shrapnel underneath the heavy-duty tires of his pickup truck. Sam was finishing up his junior year at the local high school and all his friends could definitely say he wanted to be done with it all and move on, outside of this rustic dump of a town. He had aspirations for college, of degrees and diplomas, and an actual career that didn’t involve him working as a busboy at the local diner. More than anything, he wanted to be in an academic setting where his creativity and outgoing nature was rewarded, not smack dab in the middle of some sort of staged reality popularity show where every action was judged by its own merit in relation to popularity and other frivolous social statuses. Sam loved school, but at the same time hated how he had to get from one academic setting to another. It was, unfortunately, a means to an end, even though it was part of merely growing up.

Even though he was faced with these realizations, Sam still managed to excel in his creativity and drive for higher thinking. All the teachers knew it too. Only so many people could discern such abstract ways of dealing with the complex, multi-ended and often controversial topics in debate class or even alternate solutions to the semester’s most perplexing calculator-crunchers in algebra, regardless of the level of insanity the instructor exhibited. The teachers knew him by name and were never afraid to say hello to the dirty blond-haired boy, his hair cut down and short with spiking in the front, his perky blue eyes always eliciting a greeting whenever they crossed gazes with a faculty member in the hallway. Sam was always a little embarrassed to engage in much contact with them at the thought of being made into a so-called “teachers’ pet” and the laughing stock of his baseball team. Even though Sam was fed up with the status quo of the school life, he couldn’t help but play by the rules of the book. Sam, though, in his own mind, would write his own book before he was through with it all.

“That Baxter boy is going places”. “He really applies himself when he isn’t stressed over his extracurriculars”. ‘He takes on so many tasks at once, let alone his baseball investments. I don’t know how he manages!” “He is one of the mot hardworking young men I know”. He was in my class last semester; what a creative gem that boy was!”

Such were the forms of praise that Sam heard from his teachers and advisors. Indeed, Sam was a hardworking young man with a rich extracurricular foundation to boot. He was active on the high school baseball team and even served as an officer at the school’s honor society. This semester, though, Sam was just stressed. He wanted to be done with his junior status and ride that senior wave of accomplishment all the way to graduation day. More than anything in the present moment, Sam just wanted a distraction. If he could, he’d stop time and relish in the majesty of his own solace; his own schedule and freedom to do whatever the heck he wanted. Unfortunately, he couldn’t. Sam may not be able to stop time but little did young Sam know, his world was going to change. Very, very soon.

It was a beautiful and windy spring afternoon as Sam pulled into the gravel driveway of his home. The house wasn’t anything too special he had to admit but it did have a nice country charm to it. It was odd seeing such a suburban-looking house back in a country pastoral setting such as this. Sam and his family lived back deep in the woods of their town along the boundary of the county line. They didn’t have much property to their own, just the house, a shed with a motorized garage door that was installed by his father, and the well hidden under a fake rock you see at home and garden stores. Sam indeed missed being able to hang out with all his old friends back in the city but the country had a special blend of comfort to it. He didn’t have to hear the hustle and bustle of the cars, the shouting expletives of angry drivers, and the angry couple who lived in the upstairs apartment of 94B. Ever since Sam’s parents found new vocational duties in the country, the family was able to actually purchase a house and enjoy their own solitude without the constant reminder of monthly rent and rowdy, unkempt neighbors.

Sam and his father (sometimes his mother would join along too if she wasn’t busy pet-sitting at the neighbor’s residence down the street) would take a long walk together down into the dense forest behind their home. A short ten-minute walk back into their woods and across the edge of the pastureland of the neighboring farming family led them into the large an

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