"Surprise!" Bruce exclaimed as Vyen opened the door for him. Before he could ask what the surprise was, something fluffy, white and grey dropped into his hand.

"What's this thing?" Vyen inquired, flipping the object over until he realized it was a plush hat shaped like an adorable wolf face.

"That?" Bruce responded. "Honestly, I'm not sure. The owner of the checkered shop claimed it would turn me into a real 'alpha', weird sales tactic. For such a lovely hat, it's hardly convincing... and you know I really don't go for hats. But then it reminded me of your barbarian character from our latest D&D campaign, so I thought you might get a kick out of wearing it at our next session."

"This hat is too cute for Wadohs..." Vyen protested, but even so, it piqued his interest, Just as Bruce turned to head back to his room, Vyen had already plopped the wolf-themed hat on his head. Spreading his lanky arms out wide, he flexed dramatically, putting on his best macho display. "The alpha wolf is coming! Awwooo!" he bellowed, a ridiculous grin plastered across his face.

"Oh, I am so scared..." Bruce respond with plain voice, but this only encouraging Vyen's antics.

Vyen kept flexing his lean arm again in a valiant attempt to show off. Though there was little muscle definition to speak of, he couldn't help but fantasize about having the physique of a ripped gym-goer. Vyen loved indulging in such fantasy, even if the reality was quite different.

However, when Vyen posed and flexed, something extraordinary began to happen. A strange sensation crept across his skin as dense, white and grey fur suddenly sprouted all over his body. He began to gain pounds of muscle all over his growing body.

Vyen's shirt pulled tighter against his widening shoulders, the biceps bulging outward. Tufts of fur poked through the fabric, which appeared to grow even tighter, not just because of the fur, but also due to the swelling muscles developing underneath. His abs pushed slightly forward, accentuated by the thick coat of white fur covering his six-pack. His once-baggy clothes now turned into moisture-wicking fabric workout clothes, clung tightly to his strong, newly-defined physique, leaving little to the imagination.

At the same time, the fur crept along his neck and head, intermingling with his hair as his face elongated into a lupine muzzle. His nose darkened, becoming slightly bulbous and merged with his upper jaw, complete with a moist black nose and sharp canines. Even his ears shifted upward, becoming pointed and covered in a layer of white fur.

Vyen stared down at his changed physique with uncertainty, a strange groan escaping his throat as something felt inexplicably... different. Wait, hadn't he always been an impressive anthro wolf, hadn't he? Yet why did it feel like he was remembering himself in a small human version?

"You alright?" Bruce asked as he heard the odd sound from outside.

Vyen's shifting mind was triggered by the question, a manic grin spreading across his face. "Me? Alright?" he scoffed, his booming laughter filling the room. The idea of his puny human worrying about an apex like him was so hilarious. At the same time, all lingering doubt or disorientation melted away like snow in the sunshine.

"I'm GREAT!" Vyen bellowed, flexing his arm with a flourish, his tail swishing proudly. His once-scrawny limb now bulged with newfound muscle, the gorgeous grey and white fur gleaming under the overhead light. There is nothing wrong with his powerful wolfish figure, he is great.

Adjusting the wolf plush hat still perched between his now-pointed ears, Vyen let out a thunderous roar. "Now, feeble one! Tremble before me!" The signature battle cry of his barbarian character from their D&D sessions.

Bruce rolled his eyes, Vyen's theatrics clearly getting the better of him. "Enough with the theatrics, Vyen. Cut it out and-" His words caught in his throat as he turned back to face his roommate. 

There, standing in their living room, was a robust anthro wolf, his grey and white fur shining under the light, demonstrating his confident swagger. "Wadohs the Howlis?!" Bruce breathed, his mind reeling. How could his roommate's D&D character be standing here, in the flesh? This couldn't be real... could it?

Vyen's muzzle curved into a satisfied smirk, "Missing the D&D session already?" he asked, the playful tone instantly familiar to Bruce. Of course - Vyen had used himself as the template for his character. The overconfident, maybe slightly conceited wolf who never shied away from shamelessly showing off.

Vyen had always been this impressive anthro wolf, hadn't he? The confident way he carried himself, the way his ears perked up when he was pleased - it all seemed so natural. Yet why did it feel like he was remembering two different versions of the same person?

Feeling Bruce's absent-minded stare, Vyen teased him, his fluffy tail swishing with amusement. "Like what you see, pup?" the wolf taunted, flexing his arms in a dramatic double bicep pose. His clawed hands added to his already imposing figure, and his sleeveless shirt rose to reveal an impressive physique where the white fur transitioned to grey at his sides. 

The nickname "pup" felt both new and old to Bruce, making his head spin as he tried to reconcile the familiarity of it. As if responding to Vyen's teasing, Bruce's eyes traced over his roommate's transformed physique, watching the huge muscles ripple and bounce as the wolf flexed. This was just who his roommate had always been, even if the details felt a bit... fuzzy.

The way Vyen's ears perked forward and his fluffy tail wagged eagerly showed his obvious pleasure at the attention. Bruce hummed, nodding slowly as he took it all in. But then shaking his head to clear his mind before replied, " N-Not like I was paying attention or anything... You sure know how to show off."

Vyen's smug grin only widened at the comment. "What can I say, being the alpha has its perks." he declared, puffing out his chest proudly. His clawed fingers brushed through the thick fur on his arms as if showcasing his impressive form.

Suddenly, the wolf's padded feet carrying him closer in a few quick strides, caught Bruce off guard. The musky, wild scent that filled the air between them felt new, yet Bruce couldn't quite place why. "Speak of the Wodahs," Vyen rumbled, his voice tinged with a slight growl. "This build isn't working out. I need to make him stronger. Lets head to my room and figure this out."

The dominant way Vyen carried himself was hard for Bruce to resist. Mesmerized, he found himself following his transformed friend, captivated by the confident sway of the wolf's fluffy tail and plump butt with each step. Had it always been there? Of course it had - Bruce's memories were shifting and settling like sand finding its level.

Vyen's movements were different now, more predatory yet graceful despite his imposing size. A contrast to the memories Bruce thought he had of his friend's gait, yet as light as usually. Bruce's recollections began to shift, blurring the lines of what he thought he knew, perhaps Vyen is just too eager. 

Back in Vyen's room, the wolf seemed more carefree, plopping down on his bed with a contented rumble as it squeaked beneath his weight. "Just find somewhere to sit," he said casually.

Bruce moved through the space, the path etched into his memory after countless visits. But as he approached the other side of the room, instead of finding the gaming chair he expected, there was a set of weights, with resistance bands and ropes hanging on them.

Glancing around, Bruce took in the nature of the room. Gone were the posters of esports teams and the self-assembled gaming PC. Instead, the walls were adorned with posters of professional athletes and sports teams he couldn't even name. A pile of unwashed gym clothes lay strewn about, with a pair of well-worn sneakers nearby. Shelves displayed an assortment of sports magazines and... Vyen's hard-earned trophies?

Bruce's brow furrowed as he found out he had no memory of what competition Vyen joined. Surely the wolf would advertise to everyone he knew, especially him. Evermore, he didn't remember any of these decorations being in the room. Shouldn't there be a self-assembled computer with a gaming chair? But Vyen doesn't need a high-performance computer, so why would he have one?

Spinning back to face his wolf housemate, Bruce spoke up, "Something seems... off. Your room looks different from how I remember it."

Vyen's ears perked up, and he quickly glanced around the room. "Nope, nothing wrong here, pup," he said, his amber eyes flicking towards Bruce. They held that familiar confidence that had always made Bruce feel... well, he couldn't quite place it. A part of him wanted to trust that this was all normal, that Vyen's anthro wolf form was simply a part of who he had always been. Yet the lingering doubts in his mind made Bruce question the reality unfolding before him.

Suddenly, Vyen's muzzle twitched, catching scents that Bruce couldn't detect. The wolf's ears flattened slightly as if he was hurt. "Oh, you mean my manly odor. Is that your polite way of telling me to have a bath and clean my room?" he chuckled.

"C'mon, pup. We've been living together for so long, you should be used to my musk. It's the smell of masculinity, the scent of the alpha!" Vyen proclaimed, flashing his white fangs in a teasing grin. 

"I'm not referring to that, but... " Bruce began but Vyen was already bounding off the bed. "Well then, let's take care of it!" the wolf exclaimed, his tone playful as he closed the distance between them.

Bruce had no chance to dodge or fight back as Vyen's large, fur-covered body smashed into him. The wolf placed his muscular arm around Bruce and hugged him tightly, his white fur brushed gently against his skin, and his chest rumbled as he spoke - these sensations were simultaneously foreign and deeply familiar. Bruce's mind supplied memories of countless evenings just like this, yet each recollection seemed to shimmer and reshape itself.

"Hey, stop it," Bruce managed, though his voice lacked conviction.

Vyen paused and grinned widening. "You like that, don't you? I can just smell it on you," he purred, his voice carrying the same familiar tone Bruce should accustomed to. Though the man couldn't help but feel like there was something slightly different about it – a heightened confidence, perhaps, or a primal undercurrent he hadn't noticed before.

But that couldn't be right, Bruce told himself. Vyen had always been this confident, alpha wolf who took up so much space in his life, making him feel both safe and uncertain at the same time.

Suddenly, Vyen glanced around the room. "Hey, I just realized there's no other place to sit in here. But it's okay, I've got a special spot for you," he said with a wink, plopping back down on the bed and pulling Bruce's smaller frame down to sit on his fleshy, muscular thighs. With his newfound size, the action was effortless.

Bruce's breath caught in his throat, barely uttering any response other than a few positive grunts, and he found himself completely captivated. Vyen's fluffy white tail curled around them both - a gesture that felt as natural as breathing, yet why did it make Bruce's heart race? The smaller man found himself nestled on Vyen's sturdy form into the warmth of the soft, dense fur, as memories continued to realign themselves in his mind.

Vyen wrapped his musclar furry arms around the human, softly breathing into his back. His wet nose occasionally twitched against Bruce's neck, taking in the familiar scent. A lazy grin spread across Vyen's muzzle as he spoke, "Just like old times, huh? Damn, seems so long that I can't even remember the last time we did this."

The wolf's grip tightening ever so slightly and let out a contented rumble, the vibrations resonating through Bruce's body. "Whatever, the important thing is that we are here now, right?"

Bruce simply nodded, finding himself too comfortable nestled in Vyen's embrace to question the hazy, shifting memories that danced at the edges of his mind. 

They sat together for what felt like an eternity. Until Vyen's warm breath began to tickle, prompting Bruce to playfully push Vyen's head away. As he did so, Bruce suddenly felt the soft, fake fur of the wolf hat scrape against his hand, in stark contrast to the sweat-soaked, real fur of Vyen's body. “You know, you’re still wearing that stupid hat,” Bruce said, a hint of playful exasperation in his voice.

"Hey, no mocking your alpha." Feeling mischievous, Vyen leaned in and nipped lightly at Bruce's neck, eliciting a surprised huff of laughter from the smaller man. "If you care it so much, why don't you wear it yourself?"

Without warning, Vyen grappled Bruce with just one big claw.  As expected, the human struggled, and failed. Then, with the other claws up, Vyen firmly placed the worn wolf plush hat on the human's head and adjusted it until it sat just right. Bruce opened his mouth to argue, "I already told you I don't wear hats!" But Vyen silenced him with a stern look. "An alpha's word is law, pup," he growled, the deep timbre of his voice brooking no argument.

Vyen then dropped his strong jaws on top of the hat to lock it in place, sending a powerful message with the weight and presence of his alpha dominance.

Realizing resistance was futile again, Bruce simply sighed and rolled his eyes, though the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed his true feelings. Sensing his partner's acquiescence, Vyen's muzzle curled into a satisfied smirk, his grip loosening slightly as returned into the embrace. "That's a good boy," he purred. 

Both enjoyed the moment as the comfortable silence settled between them once more. Neither of them noticed tufts of white fur start to emerge on Bruce's body...