What an annoying day this was turning out to be.
James found himself feeling oddly hot in his room, and noting that he could still hear everything to a downright distracting degree, he went ahead and closed the windows. He groaned and started looking on his room TV for any channel that might prove agreeable. He went ahead and lowered the volume several times until he found the sound more bearable. Fuck but this was a weird day. He could still feel that odd twitch in his shorts. He started to wonder what was wrong with him.
James found himself feeling a little hungry and as he got up, not even bothering to put a shirt back on, he noted his body looked different as he passed the bathroom and the mirror located therein. It looked like he was...thinner? Somehow he seemed a little more thin, which was good, he figured. He had needed to lose a bit of weight so far to make sure he looked good come beach season. James had always lagged behind Jorge and the others in terms of looking actually impressive on the beach.
But now he could see the outline of his pecs much more clearly, and his abdominals looked good, if slightly clouded by the presence of a surprisingly thick tuft of hair on his stomach. Maybe he'd need to do as Jorge's brother Juan did and start waxing or something. He shrugged and felt his stomach rumble a bit even as he stood there. Hm. Seemed he needed some sustenance.
James returned to his kitchen and started looking around.
He found his attention grabbed by some of the food smells in the fridge. He opened it up and started putting slice after slice of lunchmeat on a plate, barely keeping himself to putting it all on a plate. He just wanted to eat it up like he did all that leftover food. He started wondering why he bothered throwing food away at all any more. Surely it wouldn't go bad so fast - he could still eat it.
James - after filling his plate with enough meat - sat down at his table, grinning like a fool at his score. He started eating it voraciously, surprisingly so. He ate every single little piece of the lunchmeat he usually ate with a pair of pieces of bread and some lettuce. But today for whatever reason he just felt like having some meat. He needed it after all if he was going to look good, he guessed to himself.
He found himself almost growling with pleasure as he flew through the pile of meat.
By the time he was done he lazed backward and grinned. He could even feel his manhood stirring in his pants that was such a good meal. He had never really had a meal so good it turned him on before, but he guessed there was a day now for everything. He ran his tongue over his teeth to clean up his mouth and found himself a little surprised. His teeth felt...sharp. Somehow they really did feel sharper and more ready for meat than he'd anticipated.
Huh. That was certainly something. He moved his lips up and felt his teeth with his fingers, gingerly to avoid hurting a finger. He registered how sharp his teeth were, and pondered how he might look downright wolfish with a mouth full of teeth like that. He shrugged and got up, looking around. He wondered what he stood to do today...