Troy didn't have the energy to change Mark right then so he began catching up on work. He'd been neglecting it all day and, despite the light workload this morning, it had really started to pile up. As he typed up the third email to the head of accounting, he suddenly felt a jolt. It felt like someone sent an electric charge into his spine. It built around his core like a furnace before running along his nerves to his extremities. It should have been painful, and it was, but as it lingered, a sense of normalcy fell upon him. Troy stared at the cubicle wall and moaned quietly. Mark must have been finalizing Troy's character.
Troy watched as his arm hair stood on end and transitioned swiftly into fur. His fingernails turned to the claws and his arms seemed to expand, not only with muscle but they also lengthened. His body bulked up and stretched to 8ft tall, which quickly made his desk seem far too small for him. The dress shirt he had been wearing was replaced by a much larger light formal tunic which allowed for his furry chest to breathe a little better. His pants were now more of a kilt, something he had noticed as a bit of a trend amongst the hairier races. Also his shoes no longer seemed to exist, his socks having been transformed into foot bindings that didn't cover his hairy clawed toes.
He felt his head shift position slightly. His hands grabbed around his neck and chin trying to release the tension in his neck. As they twisted, his hands’ movements were dampened by a significant amount of hair growth. He gripped his neck more strongly, clawing at the fur and pushing out. Then his neck finally popped. The rush of relief traveled down his body as the remaining electric charge in his joints finally forced its way into his head. As new memories flooded in, his dick began to throb with arousal. He felt so horny all of a sudden. He needed to see himself.
Troy swiftly got his phone out and turned on the front-facing camera. What he saw could easily be described as the face of a thug. Resting bitch face didn't cut it; his face formed a natural scowl. His entire head was covered in fur. The fur on his face was slightly lighter than the fur around it, making it look like quite the impressive beard. He also had a mustache now. This was odd because Bugbear’s don't usually grow mustaches but, looking at his, made Troy feel ecstatic. He liked how he looked. He was proud to be a Bugbear.
Once he finally stopped looking at his sexy face in the camera, he noticed the few changes around him. The phone was much larger now to make up for his larger hands. His desk was now on stilts to accommodate for his body's awkward proportions and his workspace was made out of far sturdier materials that just plastic. He remembered telling them that he didn't need those accommodations but they had insisted. Now they added a bit of privacy so he could see what he was packing down there.
Mark peeked over the cubicle wall. “Hey buddy, how's everything going? You seem to be making a bit of noise.” He had that really cute smile he did when he was trying to be sly and sexy. Troy felt flush under all his fur. He was having difficulty remembering a time he didn't find the man before him so sexy. Troy reached for his book. The closer his hand got to it the easier it was to remember what exactly had changed. His feelings for Mark stayed the same but Mark must have written a longer standing crush on him and increased libido into Troy's backstory somehow.
“I am doing great.” Troy said. It was true. His body felt refreshed after his transformation. Energy reserves at an all time high. A part of him from the new reality thought that it made sense for a sorcerer to have a greater internal energy source than most. “I am just about to get to my changes for you.” Troy said, pointing a clawed finger at Mark and winking.
“I can't wait to see what you come up with.” Mark answered, returning the wink.
Troy sat back in his sturdy wooden chair. His body tingled with energy. He took out a pen and started writing down the specs for a new beast.