"What do I do now?" thought Ben, leaning back against a wall. He could feel his tail, resting between his ass cheeks in the boxers he borrowed from Jeff. He experimentally tried to twitch it, and it responded, moving just like an appendege he'd always had. Ben sighed; maybe it was all permanent -- the tail, the ears, the changes to his dick, his newly added body hair and bulk.
Or at least, he tried to sigh. What came out was a soft, forlorn, "heeeeeeaw."
"Is there somebody there?" he heard a voice call. Shit! Someone heard him. Ben tried to scrunch down and hide, but up in the scaffolding there was nothing to hide behind.
"Hello?" the voice called, and it suddenly sounded kind of familiar to Ben. A maintenance worker, wearing overalls and boots (probably dispatched by the guard to repair the loose door frame) came into sight, peering suspiciously up into the rafters. "Anyone there?"
Ben's heart lept -- the maintenance worker was his old roommate, Tom, a handyman who worked odd jobs around town. "Tom!" he exclaimed, moving forward.
"Ben?" said Tom in surprise. "What the fuck?"
"Shh!" said Ben, looking around nervously. "Tom, you've gotta help me. I came to rescue Jeff and David." He could feel his tail twitching in his pant leg -- he couldn't stop it; like an animal, it had a mind of its own.
"Rescue? What are you talking about?" Tom was saying.
"Tom, do you know what this place is? What goes on here?" Ben hissed.
"It's a nightclub," Tom said, looking baffled. Ben hesitated for a moment -- could he trust Tom? Should he tell him what had happened? Would Tom help, or try to turn him in for some kind of reward? His mind felt all muddled and slow -- fuck, the changes seemed to have affected him mentally. Ben thought to himself, "I have to focus!"
Ben opened his mouth to speak, "look, Tom, here's the situa-EEEHAW- tion." Fuck fuck fuck! Ben rapidly seemed to be losing control.