David scanned the room as the six werewolves stalked toward the other side of the
dance floor. All around him, men began to pull their dicks out, each one large and
encased in a sheath - a bright red tip attracting the she-wolves like a beacon. Slowly, the
she-wolves went from man to man, pausing at each one, nuzzling their crotch.
David looked over at Jeff; his eyes were fastened on the six wolves, his hand vigorously
rubbing up and down his shaft, a steady stream of precum streaming from a bright red
tip. David looked back at the wolves, the men were disrobing, some already fucking the
she-wolves from behind, thrusting furiously with their new appendages. Jeff continued to
stroke his dick, as he slipped his shirt off, and kicked his pants away, standing naked in
the club, awaiting the chance to mate with the wolves.
David did not feel any of this, his dick hanging limply in his pants. With all of the women
preoccupied, David took his chance and grabbed Jeff by the arm, and pulled him away.
Jeff's eyes stayed transfixed on the women, his hand continuing to stroke his dick as he
stepped backward. David headed for the nearest door he could find, and pushed Jeff
through. David closed the door behind him, and slipped the latch shut, locking the door
behind him.
David and Jeff were safe here for now, in the champagne room. David began to hear the
men howl outside the room, each one transforming into a werewolf. David looked over at
Jeff, who had stumbled backward onto a couch, and now was hunched over, his head
bobbing up and down on his new dick.
"Jeff! Jeff! Snap out of it!" David yelled, and Jeff looked up for a moment at David. His
nose had gotten darker, his face extending slightly into a muzzle. Jeff licked his lips, his
dark red tongue running over a his lower teeth, tracing the contour of his growing canines.
"This place is great." Jeff muttered before going back to sucking his own dick.
David stared at Jeff, astounded at what his friend was doing. David watched as his hair
began to get shaggier, longer. The tips of his ears poked out from beneath his mane of
hair, and his jaw continued to extend, his nose and mouth pushed out from his face
forming a definite muzzle.
David didn't understand what was going on... the werewolf bit him too, but nothing
seemed to be happening. He untucked his shirt, and reached into his pants, looking to
see if his dick had changed. He ran his fingers through his pubic hair, moved downward,
only to discover that his dick was completely gone!
David took a couple steps back, and removed his pants. His crotch was flat, covered in a
thick patch of dark hair. He slowly reached back down, his fingers moving slowly through
his new fur, until he discovered a moist opening that hadn't been there before. He let out
a gasp and drew his hand back, falling back upon the wall for support.
He looked at his hands, the fingertips on his right hand were moist, but nothing else on
his body looked different. He unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it on the ground. His pecs
had gotten bigger, saggier. His nipples, once small, had grown in size, and gotten darker
in color. He ran his hand across his chest, his fingers grazing his nipples. With each
touch, he could feel his body heat up. The feeling was unbelievable. He continued to run
his hands across his nipples, his breasts growing in slowly. He felt new sensations in his
crotch, his new pussy beginning to get wet for the first time.
Indescribable pleasure began to control David, and soon he was as under the curse of
Pleasure Island as Jeff was. With one hand on his breasts, and one hand back into his new
pussy, David began to moan with pleasure.
Overwhelmed with pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, David did not see that Jeff, whose
chest was now covered in a thick main of reddish brown hair, began to move toward
David. Jeff's dick, wet and lubricated with saliva and semen, lead Jeff in David's direction.
Jeff's nostrils drew in the air. He could smell a wolf in heat.