Tim heard the commotion in his room from the other wing of the mansion and came running, but by the time he burst into the room the supernatural display had finished.
Tim saw an empty suit of clothing sprawled over the floor and Garok standing over them in all his naked glory.
"Richard?" Tim asked. "What happened to Garok?"
The huge jungle man whirled on Tim. "Me not puny Richard!"
Tim, recoiling from the man's ferocity, took several steps back. "Of course you're not," he said soothingly. "Where, uh, did Richard go?"
Garok shrugged his big shoulders. "Garok not know what happen to puny man. Garok not care."
"Now Garok," Tim said. He had been treating the primal hunk as a child to get him more socialized. "That's not very nice."
Garok began tugging at his cock, which seemed capable of springing to attention on demand. "Garok, what have we said about you doing that in front of me?"
Before Garok could answer, both Tim and the jungle man heard an outraged but muffled cry. "Get your big hands off me!"
Tim recognized his friend's somewhat disembodied voice at about the same time he noticed the now intact amulet. He picked it up. "Richard, are you in there?"
Meanwhile, Garok squeezed his cock harder and moaned, choosing to ignore Tim and engage in his favorite activity. "Richard! Get his hand off me!"
Tim realized that the voice wasn't coming from the amulet, which shot down his theory that the magical artifact had somehow done something wonky to absorb Richard's soul. Tim turned to Garok and walked closer.
Garok stroked harder. Each time, Richard's muffled voice protested in a weak, feeble, barely discernible tone.
"Garok! Stop!" Tim said forcefully.
Garok kept his fist encircled around his cock, but he didn't stroke. "Garok, where is Richard?"
Garok grinned in the way a kid with a secret to tell might grin. "Puny man is Garok's big snake now."
The jungle man used his grimy fingers to peel back the foreskin. Tim gasped when he saw a semblance of Richard's face transplanted onto the massive head of Garok's enormous cock. Garok chuckled and rubbed his finger over the wide slit that now served as Richard's mouth. A pulse of pre-cum erupted from Richard's mouth and he tried to protest but only succeeded in nearly strangling himself. The rest of Richard's shrunken form appeared to have merged almost completely with the flesh of Garok's impressive organ.
"Richard! Is that you?" Tim didn't seem able to believe his own eyes.
"It's me," Richard groaned in a voice that was definitely puny and peevish. "Do something!"
Tim wanted to help, but he remembered something from their childhoods. "Remember when we first met? I wanted to shorten your name to Dick!"
"That's not at all helpful."
"I just wanted to point out—"
"I know what you're pointing out," Richard said, punctuating the remark with a yelp of surprise when Garok let the foreskin snap back in place over his face.
"Garok! Don't torment Richard." Tim chided the big brute.
"Garok think puny man would like it if he give it a chance."
Richard's muffled voice rose almost to a whiny shriek. "I don't want to give it a chance! Tim, go do something. Figure out how to switch us back."
"I'm on it," Tim said. "You just...I don't know...hang out until I get back."