Richard sniffed the air and picked up a familiar scent. Letting go of his cock, he reached for the door knob and exited the bedroom.
He padded on bare feet along the carpet runner that covered the floor for the length of the upper floor corridor. His huge erection swung in front of him like a divining rod with each step. He inhaled deeply to successfully pick up the scent again.
He dropped to all fours and loped along the corridor using the hairy knuckles of his hands for locomotion. He paused at the landing at the top of the stairs and resumed his bipedal stance. He started to take the first step when his eyes fastened on the banister. With a smile and an "ook" he straddled the railing and slid all the way to the lower landing of Tim's stately family home. Once he reached the lower floor the scent became more pronounced in his nostrils. He followed it, which led him to a small room near the kitchen. He opened the door, stepped into the room, and found himself staring at a startled Garok.
"Mine!" The jungle man in Richard's former body exclaimed and pointed at the hulking form outside the locked cage.
The two males met at the bars of the cage. Richard sniffed and wondered about the distinctive scent of his former body, which was mostly characterized by the subtle fragrance of his favorite body wash. After some struggle, Frederick the butler had also given the reluctant former jungle man an introduction to the concept of bathing.
Garok sniffed the air, as well, picking up the rank stink of his unwashed former body. Reminded of the trickery of the puny man, he repeated, "Mine!"
Richard's new cock protruded through the bars of the cage. "Suck," Richard grunted.
Garok shook his head. "No," he said as defiantly flashed his new green eyes.
The erection was almost painful. Richard groaned and gave his monster shaft a stroke. "Suck and I'll give you your body back," Richard offered.
The jungle man in Richard's slender, rather pale body tilted his head as he considered. He didn't trust the man who had stolen his body. "Give first!"
Richard had never felt so horny. He reached unexpectedly through the bars and grabbed the short hair on the back of his former body's head. He felt like he was in some vivid waking dream as he let his body's urges dominate his thoughts and actions.
"Ow! Let go!" Richard heard the jungle man's pleading come out in his former whiny voice, which only fueled his urgent need.
He pushed the now weaker man onto his knees and commanded him to "Suck!" He shoved his throbbing cock toward the man's face, which is to say his former face.
Garok stared. He made up his mind and lunged, only to get slapped aside. "You bite and I will hurt you," Richard warned, having correctly interpreted the defiant gleam that has shown briefly in the transformed jungle man's eyes.
Garok rubbed the side of his face that had been smacked by the huge paw-like hand. "If Garok do, you give body back?"
"Yes," Richard said impatiently. "Now suck, you stupid beast."
Garok would rather have grasped his “feel good snake” in one of his hands and played with it, but he closed his lips around the massive cock's head and sucked. He heard his former body groan loudly. As he sucked he fantasized about getting his huge hands around the pale puny man's neck and choking him until he turned blue once he had his strong, powerful body back.
As Garok sucked him off, Richard thrust wildly through the bars and tried to bury the full length of the cock in the smaller man's throat. He lost himself so deeply in the sensations of the blow job that he didn't notice the increase of hair, sweat, and stink that accompanied it. All of the careful grooming that Tim's butler had completed mere hours ago reversed itself with a vengeance.
Garok kept sucking, determined to get the unwelcome task finished and regain his body.
Suddenly Richard's entire body went rigid and he roared in ecstasy as he released. When he felt Garok trying to pull away, he got his hands on the back of the smaller man's skull and forced him to stay in position. A huge load of cum surged into Garok's mouth and throat even as a wild, smelly tangle of pubic hairs abraded the man's smooth face.
"Richard!" Tim's sharp voice interrupted the scene. "What the hell are you doing?"
Garok spit out the cock and dribbled cum on the floor of the cage. Richard whipped around to face his friend.
Tim's eyes went wide. Richard looked as if Frederick had never even taken soap, razor, and scissors to the hairy behemoth. "Richard... what the fuck have you done?"
"Me was so horny," Richard lamely explained, not realizing yet how his speech now imitated the jungle man's.
Tim stared at the dripping monster cock between his friend's legs. He finally tore his gaze away from the still impressive erection to look at how incredibly hairy Richard now looked. "You look more like an ape than a man," he said.
Richard grunted. "Not true! Me not monkey man."
Tim also detected something else as his eyes began to burn. "Oh fuck. You smell even worse, if that's even possible."
"No," Richard cried as he began smoothing the fur of the overgrown pelt. The hair was so thick that it completely covered up his pecs and even buried his nipples like a concealing rug. "Me don't want be smelly, ugly man," Richard moaned.
It was left to Garok to deliver the coup de grâce on the sordid scene. "You got what you deserved, you despicable liar," Garok delivered in perfectly enunciated English as he wiped off a dot of cum from his upper lip. "You should not have tried your trickery on me."