Rex paused to feel his friend and realized that he could feel less and less of him by the second.
( R-Rex... ) Brendon whispered again, quieter still. ( I-I’m... losing... my... self... )
The ultra buff and virile deinonychus man blinked several times at the haunting message from his occupant and felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
He... existed because of Brendon. But... Rex had fully asserted control over their body. He... was humanly intelligent, he had all of Brendon’s memories and experiences. He could change his body to whatever he pleased. If he let Brendon go... he would be whole. Complete.
Rex closed his eyes and whimpered as he was faced with either saving a fading Brendon or letting him vanish forever.
“Brendon...” Rex whispered, focusing his words and will on the dying human. “I-I think it’s time for you to go.”
( is... is it? ) Brendon struggled. ( so sleepy. )
“Yes.” Rex whispered lovingly. “Thank you for the gift of this wonderful body. Thank you for letting me have it. I will never forget you, but it’s time for you to sleep.”
( yes... sleep ) Brendon said, trailing off into an ethereal gasp. ( goodbye )
The sensation of “Brendon” dissipating and then vanishing forever was euphoric. Rex fell back near his puddle of cum and felt a sense of relief as the brain in his skull was suddenly and completely his own. He slumped forward, panting, and looked over himself. This huge muscular body felt heavy.
Rex closed his eyes and willed himself to reduce to a more reasonable state. His form complied immediately, shedding heavy muscle and slimming down to his more normal athletic size.
“Oh my God!” The deinonychus laughed, realizing what had happened. “I-I’m a shapeshifter now!”
Indeed, he seemed to be able to change at will. Brendon had been holding him back from his full abilities. Now Brendon was gone and Rex could fully change himself whenever he liked.
He looked down at himself and the obscene puddle of his own fluids next to him and blinked. He was a handsome, lean but powerful, and delightfully exotic feathered dinosaur man.
Could... he fully blend into the human world?
He closed his eyes and pictured a human man. He willed change. His body obeyed. Little by little, the seven foot tall dinosaur man began to soften and shrink. His feathers began to reduce. His claws began to shrink down to normal fingernails and toenails. His feet warped and gained new digits, his feathers shrank to fine hairs. His skin began to lose its roughness and soften. His colors began to fade to a pink complexion. Hair grew from the top of his scalp. He suddenly felt cold and vulnerable in the garage as lightning flashed outside. His eyesight dulled, his terrific senses dulled. He gasped as he felt himself lose one cock, his balls firmed outside his pelvis. The last of his hard scales softened along his knees and elbows. His tail had shrunken away to nothing.
Rex the perfectly average if attractive man sat sweating and panting on the cold floor of an alien garage. He felt bizarre, his eyes widening as he looked over his new human form.
Yes, he could do it. But he wanted his normal self back. He urged himself back to dinosaur and grunted, puffing back up and hardening into his normal gorgeous deinonychus self, all claws, scales, feathers, and teeth.
“O-Oh...” he whimpered. “That’s better.”
Insulated, warm, powerful, reptile, animal, human, beast, man. Rex let a sly smile play across his jaws as an idea suddenly came to him. What if he controlled Rick’s machine?