Trapped beneath the fold of skin, poor Richard felt the moisture and humidity rise around him. At the same time, he noticed a familiar and extremely pungent odor. "How the hell is it even possible to still be able to smell anything? I'm a dick!"
Of course, a light imprint of his features, including his nose, were now stamped over the head of Garok's monstrous cock thanks to their ill-advised experimentation with the butterfly relic.
His world was confined to the rapidly warming, damp confines beneath the fold of Garok's foreskin. The tormented young man found the situation maddening and hoped Tim would discover a means to get him out of this latest unwelcome transformation.
The sudden return of subdued lighting did not, unfortunately, signal Tim's return. Garok, his great bulk settled on a cushioned window seat, peeled back his foreskin with grimy fingers. The jungle man stared down at the puny Englishman's face on the head of his cock. Garok grinned and Richard felt tingling sensations running through his new form.
The jungle man crushed Richard's dick body in a sweaty, dirty fist that soon caused Richard's entire form to harden and lengthen. The stretching of his body felt so good...
The jungle man chuckled. "Garok like play with his big snake."
After a soft moan, Richard snapped to attention. "Wait! You can't! Unhand me this instant, you brute."
Garok laughed at the talking face on the head of his hard cock. "Puny man funny!"
He squeezed his cock. Richard yelped from a combination of shock, shame, and pleasure. Garok stopped speaking and descended into communication via grunts and groans. The jungle man worked his cock hard, stroking and releasing, stroking and releasing, repeating the process again and again.
"Oh...uggghh...no...stop!" Richard pleaded between spasms of pleasure produced by the jungle man's firm touch. Richard felt torn between wanting the jungle man's dirty, unwashed hand as distant from him as possible and desiring for the intense sensations to continue.
"Stop this..." His demand turned into a strangled gurgling as a flow of pre-cum surged from Richard's mouth, which had substituted for the wide slit in the center of Garok's great domed cock-head.
The ample pre-cum lubricated Garok's fist and Richard's dick form, easing the friction of the insane hand job.
Richard heard the dangerous groans and tried to prepare himself. After one particularly powerful squeeze, Garok succeeded in prompting his cock to erupt with a massive volume of cum. He kept stroking, kept coaxing more of the warm, thick substance from Richard's mouth as the poor dick-man choked on the primitive jungle man's cum.
Garok sighed loudly and leaned back lazily on the cushions. More cum kept gushing from his cock, but the pulses grew weaker and failed to produce the latter bursts out of the softening cock, leaving a reduced surge to dribble slowly from Richard's wide mouth as the muscled jungle man's cock softened.
Garok got to his feet, letting his cock swing freely, and made his way to the bed, where he soon collapsed and fell asleep, face down, crushing Richard between the jungle man's heavy body and the bedcovers.