Brad flew along the shadowy corridor and entered a monolithic door on his right. He encountered a wall of steam as he flew toward a cliff of frosted glass.
On the other side of the vertical wall of glass, a lather-covered mountain-sized bulk of brown skin and muscle moved languidly beneath a cascade of hot water.
He felt a little guilty perving his neighbor, but his fly senses crackled like a live wire and drove his desires more to the forefront.
Even in his human form, Russ could simply overwhelm him. The man Brad had weighed 170 pounds and stood 5’10” compared to 280 and 6’2” for Russ.
Now Brad’s body, all seven millimeters of it, tingled with what could only be interpreted as anticipation as he landed on the wicker side of an enormous clothes hamper and swiveled his weird eyes to continue spying on his colossal neighbor.
The colossus, blurred only by the damp frosted glass and the increasing steam inside the bathroom, kept showering, oblivious to the tiny voyeur that buzzed across the room and landed on the sink, which offered a better vantage of the shower.
The tingling intensified as Brad groomed his hideous face with spiky forelimbs. He had felt like this immediately after his change. That’s when he had first realized the limitations of his non-hominid form.
He was horny as fuck, but stuck in a fly’s body.
“Can’t even jerk off,” Brad thought sadly to himself.
And then the shower door opened and Russ stepped out in all his impressive masculine glory, wet feet slapping the bathroom tiles.
Brad’s arousal initiated a cascade of hormones through his insect form.
He wanted to stay and watch, but his new insect body wanted something more primal.
The giant man toweled off his gigantic torso, mopping up the droplets of water clinging to him. The insect’s emotionless compound eyes watched some droplets fall and splash into an explosion of mini-droplets on contact with the hard tiles.
Brad, who wanted to stay and spy on his hunky neighbor, groaned mentally when the fly took off on its own accord.
“Go back!” He wrestled in vain for control.
A separate distinct buzz joined the sound of his own wings, and the single-minded fly veered toward the sound despite all Brad’s efforts.