That morning you awoke to find your muscles aching. Groaning, you fumbled onto all fours and immediately felt lightheaded. You dick was throbbing, practically drooling with pre that began pooling on the cavern floor. You could already feel a sticky reside slapped against your thighs from last night, which failed to disgust you completely. No, instead you felt at home with the sticky sensation. Damn, it was kinda sexy...
You dick spasmed, slamming down your sense of human logic. "It was gross, wrong and a symptom of the curse!" You told yourself, but already you were stimulating your throbbing cockhead. Your flesh began to tingle, and a part of you felt reminded of that hairy patch sprouting across your shoulder, but the aching sensation down below tempted your instincts far more than any humanistic impulses. Dark hair from your pubic bush began trickling further up your navel, and moments later began notably shaggy. You were now kneading your cockhead, occasionally running your hands up and down your fat shaft. As similar spread of hair sprawled across your other shoulder and quickly your upper back was covered in a sparce coating of long, dark hairs. Your upper arms, now slicky thicker, also began growing longer and darker body hair. You began to huff and make slight gruff noises as you did this, but damn this was felt too good to stop. Your forearms were now coated in body hair too, and you could feel a tingle of peach fuzz wrap across your slightly larger pecs.
Now you began to moan, growl and laugh before you were suddenly winded by a insurmountable wave of pleasure. You splattered your contents against the cavern wall. You rested your hairy hand against the wall, attempting to bring yourself back into reality as your world blurred and fuzzed. Rolled back down onto your butt, it too starting to grow some body hair, you only just managed to ground yourself. Gawked at your body, you quickly made notes of your changes.
You could pass for human, although would be considered a very hairy guy. It only just within the edge of normalcy, although you concluded that would soon change. Nervously running your tongue across your teeth, you paused. Your canines were sharper too. Your face had a boyish quality to it, and your eyes had a slight piercing quality to them. Then there was something else. An increasing urge to step into the forest outside and explore....