Mark looked around at the statues, and he did feel like on was almost calling out to him. He stumbled a little in that direction, his hand going down into his shorts. His fingers still slick with the juice from the strange fruit, he felt an odd tingle as he brushed them against his straining cock. The closer he got to the statue the harder he got until it was almost painful. Mark felt like he hadn't cum in years. He had to let it out.
He placed on hand on the plinth of the alter, near the foot of the jaguar statue, his other hand fished his cock out of his shorts, his erection was almost hot to the touch, but he wrapped his hand around it an began to pump away. He knew he should have other worries on his mind. Getting back to his friends, getting out of this freaky temple, but all he could think about was getting release.
He looked up at the statue looming over him. Sleekly muscled, his cock standing out proud and large. It wasn't the largest of the four statues, but it was the most well endowed. It sported dreadlocks decorated with sparkling golden stones. As warm pre leaked over his hand he could almost imagine the statue's stone cock dribbling in time with him. Those golden eyes peering into him, filling him with lust and need.
His balls churned and his cock gave a twitch as he shot his load, some of his cum splattering across the stone altar. The statue glowed brightly for a moment, the light seeming to turn to vapor which flew at him and into his body. He gasped as he felt it fill him, energy and power running through him all at once.
His shorts and underwear hit the ground as he quickly lost the inches needed to keep them up around his portly midsection. His shirt hung baggy and loose, all his fat seeming to melt away in moments. He lifted up his shirt disbelieving he sight of his own flat stomach, though now his body was beginning to fill out with lean muscle. Mark tore his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. He ran his hands over a powerful chest, and across arms that were once flabby but were now as toned as Kenneth's.
Hair exploded across his chest, no.. he ran his fingers through it as it continued to spread. It wasn't hair, it was fur. Soft and silken, a pattern of black rosettes on a golden hued base. His cock started to grow, he wasn't very impressive before, but now his erection was straining to grow inch by inch, even as his cock changed, becoming animalistic and pointed, little nubs forming along it's length as a sheath grew up to pull it taught against his newly furred stomach. Mark had thought the statue exaggerated, but soon he was sporting the same oversized, girthy member.
He had to grip the altar as his legs reformed beneath him, changing his stance as the tail now whipping around behind him altered his center of gravity. Claws poked from his feet paws as well as his fingers as he flexed, black and wickedly sharp. He let out a holler that became a growl as his face pushed out into a feline muzzle, teeth sharpening as his lips peeled back, his whole skull felt like it was in a vice as it reshaped.
Lastly, the fur on his head seemed to want to mimic hair, growing out long and black. It worked itself into a multitude of braids as if by an invisible hand, decorated by amber beads the same golden color as his fur. Every detail of the statue seeming to come to life in the flesh on his body.
He exhaled, a last puff of luminous mist escaping his muzzle as the changes seemed to come to an end. "What was that?" Mark muttered, his voice smooth and deep, with a natural purr behind it.
"You are now the Lover, my chosen one, alluring, irresistible. You can have any mate you desire. Bring the other three to me, only with all four can I be restored." Mark smiled as the voice filled his head. He imagined his three friends all going through this rite, he looked at the other statues, almost picking out which one he should bring to each.
"I will grant you a boon to appear human to them, though your old form is gone, to more easily bring them back to my temple."
Mark grinned a toothy grin, stroking his fat cock in his oversized sheath. "Sounds good to me."