"Tom," said Ben, "you work here. Can you help me find David and Jeff, and cure us?"
Tom thought. "Yeah, yeah I think I can. The nightclub connects to a genetics lab next door through the basement, they must be related. I do maintenance work in both buildings, and I think I can smuggle you in. I've got a spare pair of overalls; they're a little tight on me and they definitely won't fit you --" he looked up and down at Ben's large frame "-- but I think the pair I'm wearing now would fit you. I'll change into the smaller pair, and you change into these."
Tom started unhooking his overalls and pulling them off of his body. Ben suddenly tensed up; he and Ben used to fool around now and then when they were roommates, and it was definitely turning him on to see Ben stripping now. He really wanted to grab Ben and feel him and kiss him and -- fuck! Ben shook his head. "Focus," he thought, and started pulling his shirt off.
"Man," said Tom, "you got really hairy, huh?" There was definitely a tone of admiration in his voice. "Let me look at you."
Ben had just gotten his shirt off and was standing there, his hairy torso exposed and his tail flicking around from his lower back. Tom tugged Ben's tail gently. "Hey, quit itEEEEE-HAW," said Ben.
Tom laughed. "Hey, that's pretty cool," he said, "you're turning into, like, a big dumb animal."
Oddly, Ben felt almost flattered by that. "Yeah, I guess," he said, flexing a bicep. "I am pretty big now."
"And all this hair is intense," said Tom, putting his hands on Ben's chest. Tom's hands looked like kids' hands, Ben's chest was so big.
"Thanks," said Ben.
Tom put his head in the muscle-cleavage of Ben's chest, softly nuzzling the hair. Midway though changing his clothes, he was wearing just a t-shirt and boxer shorts now.
"Thanks for helping me," Ben said to Tom, drawing him closer in a big giant strong squeezy hug.
Tom hugged back, a small cute hug compared to Ben's. He didn't say anything, just sighed happily and rubbed Ben's broad hairy back, deeply inhaling Ben's body-odor scent.