There were images flashing across Chris’s new mind:
The smell of forest, meat and flesh. He could taste sweat and howled with pleasure at His throbbing loins. Images of sex with men and women sent shivers down Chris’s body. His muscle bound form dipping in and out of them as these men and women grew more beast in form.
His seed could change people; All they had to do was consume it, bath in it or any other way to be emerged it’s liberating qualities. It was something to be shared... something he needed to share...
Finally, he snarled, as his climax approached which he entered with one last powerful thrust!
His eyes opened to the feelings of a blissful organism, which sprained like a hose across the Bedsheets he was spread across. Briefly, he continued to moan as he slowly woke up. He was sleeping in a large bedroom, obviously the master’s room, which stank like a locker room. He slowly stood up, his legs feeling weak from the apparent explosion from his loins. He paused, his heart jumping at his reflection.
He was human again... Well mostly. His arms and chest were covered in dark, thick hairs like fur and his teeth were sharp like fangs. He walked over to the mirror, partly in awe that he was human, but also this new body. His chest was chiselled with thick pecs and deep abs with shoulders heavier than mountains.
Between his thick, hairy legs hang seven inches of pure pleasure making. It felt spent, but Chris could smell that it would’ve ready for action soon... He had this urge to release once again and assure it’s in the direction of somebody... but he couldn’t tell why...
He thought about finding some clothes, but felt comfortable in his birthday suit.
He scratched his fuzzy chin and smiled. However, then the realisation set in. Where was Joel?