No, you decided. This was your body and your life. People must have escaped here once, and you would do the same. You got up, quietly moaning at the pleasure of even moving, your thigh briefly breezing past your dick. Then you sprinted, your heard pounding in time with the throbbing of your erection like a drum. Everything felt so overwhelming - the smells, the humidly, the pleasures. You knew you would be pursued, there had to be someplace to hide. You raced, running and running until your lungs gave out.
You paused, resting for a moment by a tree. You noticed the shadows had grown and turning upwards you could see it was getting dark. Despite that, you body still felt stuffy and warm, and most obviously, ready to runt anything it could. You sighed, leaning back onto that same tree, running your thigh, slipping your hand closer and closer... NO!
You shook your head clear, steeping forward and walked onwards. Each rattling bush made you jump, made you think one of the denizens of this forest were there waiting to jump at you - and then you released a part of you wanted them to so you could fuck and make lust until the world gave out. You sobbed and moaned for a moment, stuck between pleasured and logic. Taking control, you noticed a cave considerably hidden by some greenery. Taking the effort, you tip-toed into it, making sure the little shrubs did not simulate your member. Now safe in the save, you sat down. This day; if only you had listened to the rumors about this cursed woods and gone home. You'd be safe in you bed, with a good dinner. Hell, you could jerk off without fear of transforming. That thought only served to remind you of your throbbing dick.
You took his time to look at it, noticing its extra girth and length. It was certainly large and far thicker than it was once before, but still within the bounders of normal. You ran your hands though your legs, covered in dense dark hairs. You then moved onto your forearms, far thicker than they once were before. They too were covered in more and thicker hair than before, although very little of them had pigment, somewhat hiding the extent of the hanged. You ran your hands over your larger pecs, feeling a peach fuzz over each of them. Your waist was thicker too, however it, like most of your body thus far, seemed to lack any definable definition or real size. It was just the earnest beginnings of it, a growing mass that could one day be carved into something beautiful What were you thinking!?
The bodily exploration got too stimulating, your erection starting to ooze a thick bubble of pre. You needed to stop, so you turned over and rested onto you side, accidently placing your dick between your hairy thighs...