Peering into the clearing, I was astonished to see none other than my friend Tom, who was at that moment stark naked and bound with thick vines to a large oak tree. The tree itself was pretty remarkable and must have been hundreds of years old, but more remarkable still was how Tom was attached to it. My friend was hanging several feet above the ground with vines spreading his arms and legs open so that his entire body formed the shape of an 'X', causing me to gape in astonishment.
The first thing I noticed besides Tom's obvious nudity was that he too had been transformed by Pleasure Island -at least in part. His feet were twice their normal size with the tops of both covered in thick grey fur. He had puffy pink pads peaking out from the bottoms of both his heels and his eight (!) very large toes. To be honest, they didn't really resemble human feet as much as very big paws.
The grey fur ran up Tom's now powerfully muscled legs all the way to his butt and inner thighs, where it transitioned into a near spotless white. I say "near" spotless because with my sharp feline vision I could detect several off-white damp spots. And, with a sniff of my sensitive feline nose, I had a pretty good guess at what they were. Tom's crotch was likewise covered in a thatch of fluffy white fur that made its way upward in a gradually narrowing treasure trail before stopping at his bellybutton. As for Tom's cock, it appeared to my eyes to be more animal than man, its color an unnatural (at least for a human) red with that quickly tapered to a bestial point. From sideways glances in the locker room, I knew that Tom was circumcised but it appeared that the transformation had left him with only a small indented ring near the tip of his new penis as evidence of his onetime mushroomhead. Its length seemed strangely short, although I realized that this was owing to the tube of fur that was covering the bottom half of his member.
As far as I could tell, my friend's torso, arms, and hands were unaltered, but the changes resumed on his head. Tom's nose and cheeks had pushed forward just slightly into the hint of a muzzle, and he had a thin line of grey fur running up the bridge of his nose and winding near his hair line to form a sort of fuzzy widow's peak. He didn't have any earlobes to speak of, with the tips of his ears at least three inches longer than they should have been and narrowing hear the tip.
The overall effect was of a sort of rabbit satyr, and the glazed look on Tom's face made me wonder if he truly understood what had happened to him. Standing below Tom, with one hand on his furry knee, was...