As he stroked the newly-acquired jungle man's cock, Richard happened to look down at the monster organ tightly squeezed in his right fist. His hand looked rougher and larger and long hairs sprouted from his knuckles.
A fear that had been growing forced itself to the forefront of his thoughts. What if the curse grew stronger if he surrendered to the baser instincts of the jungle man?
"Relax," he grunted in jungle man's virile voice. He inhaled a deep breath.
"You're in control," Richard told himself. "Not that smelly, disgusting beast-man."
He bent forward and retrieved the dropped briefs from the bedcovers.
His stomach lurched with a sour splash of fear. Despite the best efforts of Tim's butler, some of the awful jungle man's musk remained concentrated around the dense thicket of pubes at his crotch and in the damp tangle of hairs under his armpits.
Although his body protested, Richard released his cock. He pulled the briefs back over the enormously swollen organ. He hoped it might help him focus if the monstrous member was back under wraps. Instead, the huge cock throbbed and strained against the confines of the thin cotton.
Masturbating with primal abandon was the worst thing he could do if, as he suspected, giving in to such desires only helped the curse make him more comfortable and compatible with the jungle man's form.
He regretted ever entertaining the idea of conducting scientific research on the uncivilized man discovered in some distant jungle so far divorced from Richard's concept of daily life that it wasn't even humorous.
Tomorrow they could go to Oxford. Tim would research the relic and find a way to break the grip of the curse. Once back in his own body, Richard could approach his grandfather and negotiate a new focus of study. Preferably something that kept him in a safe, sterile laboratory or among the tomes cataloged in the library.
Richard ducked into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, trying to avoid the image in the mirror of a somewhat less ill-kempt muscled, shaggy barbarian. He removed the briefs again and stepped inside the shower. He turned the water to cold, the quickest way he knew to douse arousal. After the shower, he used two towels to dry off his much larger form. He found a bottle of cologne in the medicine cabinet and dabbed the fragrance beneath each dank armpit. The cologne mingled with the rank musk of the barbaric jungle man for a not-so-unpleasant odor.
By the time he got back into the briefs and returned to the bed, he felt more in control. He slid beneath the covers, turned out the light, and prepared to sleep until morning.
When he awoke, they would be on their way to Oxford and a way out of this nightmare.