You regain consciousness, finally awake from whatever sleep spell that hit you earlier. You groan when you felt a pained bruise form behind your head. It made you confused as to how you gained said bruise.
And secondly, what were you doing in the bathroom on the floor again?
“What hit me…” taking a few moment to clear your foggy head, you blink at the darkness of the bathroom. “What was I doing in this darkness anyway?”
You hoist your body up, suddenly freezing at the sound of squeaking. Confused, you look down.
Terror grips you so suddenly that you paused in shock upon seeing the shiny blackness of your body, your new, muscular body.
Memories from earlier rushed into your head, suddenly realizing that you have been changed.
“What the hell!” you shout, clumsily trying to stand up. Your new and massive body too heavy to familiarize at once. You take the sink as a support and bring yourself up to the mirror.
Stunned, you stare at your new self.
Within the reflection of the mirror, a black latex wolf gazes back, a visage of a menacing predator, eyes locked onto its prey. The latex ‘fur’ bunches up and frills over your neck, hiding the obviously and heavily muscled neck that supports your now massive wolf head.
Your eyes glint golden in the darkened room, the coldness in them freezing you in place. Your new muzzle seems to be thick and meant to rip apart prey with ease. Rows of jagged latex teeth lines your maw, crisscrossing perfectly with each other.
You stare down to see heavily muscled arms and its equally massive clawed hands. You give it a subconscious flex, grinning at the sudden feel of masculinity. You began to ravish your new body, suddenly feeling powerful, and horny.
Caressing your new muscular body with your new latex hands felt amazing, you couldn’t stop, you won’t stop if you could anyway!
The hard pecs you now have made you feel like a tank! Along with your new 8 pack, you feel amazing! Further down, you spot your new legs, sculpted and as thick as tree trunks themselves.
You began to pant, your tail wildly swinging in your new and discovered need. Moaning in euphoria at the feeling your latex body gave you, you don’t want to leave this! Your new latex rocket emerged, hard and ready to penetrate!
You want to spread it to others! They need to feel this pleasure! Yes! Spread this gift to other humans!
SPREAD US!
Suddenly you fall down to the floor, your real mind retching at the realization that you almost fell into insanity. Doubling over the floor, you began to retch uncontrollably. Something was pushing out of your body. As if your body was rejecting something dangerous. Slowly but surely, the lump began to rise up behind your throat and was expelled in a messy black mess.
You crawl away from the lump, your mind back to yourself, and now horrified at your recent thoughts. The black mess pulsated as if alive. You watch in horror as a swarm of the latex bugs were born from it. They flew out of the window, in search of prey.
You began to take in labored breath, the pleasure still tingling in the back of your head, and your new rocket still pulsing from need. You hesitated, but decided to will it down anyways.
“Not now… That was terrifying…” You stare at the bathroom floor where the mess was, and added, “Pleasurable, but terrifying nonetheless.”
You stand up after a brief contemplation, heading towards your closet. Your new nude status would not be something you want to proudly show off. You look into your wardrobe only to be disappointed. None of them fits your new bigger body. You were a modest 5’11. If you could measure yourself, you would be 7’1 at least and is apparently much more massive than your old self. None of these clothing would ever fit you. You did try one, but it was too tight that it felt restricting, it was torn to shreds mere seconds later. You frown.
“My second last favourite shirt…” You take off the ripped clothing in disappointment and threw it to the side. “I can’t go out naked…”
Suddenly remembering your dad’s stored clothing in the basement, you run down thudding on the wooden floor. In your haste, you ended up ripping the door off its hinges.
Not caring about it, you rifle through your dad’s old clothes, along with stuff your grandfather left you with. Most of the clothing were shirts and such, therefore they won’t fit you.
But some did. You take out the work jacket your dad had, along with a one size fits all shirt that would stretch over your muscular wolf body. However, none of the pants would even fit.
Deciding to improvise, you instead wrapped a modestly thick and wide bath towel around your waist, covering you nicely to your knees and leaving your tail free. You had to use some shirts to make a diaper of sorts, simply to preserve your modesty.
Finally finished, you run back to your room, deciding to…