Dan continued his journey downstream, the air breathing against his bare chest as he marched. He had left with nothing but his pants, having rushed to safety with no time to prepare. He reached up and felt his newly endowered pecs, the noticeable hairs growing between them, and the dark line crawling right down over your lean, apparently athletic abdomen and disappearing into your pants. Overall, his body hair was modest now, probably considered ordinary for most men. Although Dan couldn't place why, there was a inhuman quality to it. Still, these changes painted a picture for what'll await you, and any man, trapped within the hobgoblin's curse.
The images of the hobgoblins began to shadow Dan's every thought - red-skinned creatures with broad, flat noses. Dark, sharp nails and pointed white teeth. Dark hair, both on their head and their strong bodies, of which all athletic proclivities could be found, but with a further taste for the physical asides. Dan's cock buzzed, not quick erect but in a delicate position that any notable stimulation would make him hard. It took great effort to resist his own curiosity, to see how it felt again.
It was thought's like that which doomed Dan's brothers. Brothers? No, the men in his village. Brothers was far too odd a word for it. Was this him? Or the influence of the woods? Dan continued on, his bare feet marching against stone and dirt and finding a satisfaction from the initial discomfort. There came a change of wind, thankfully away from his village. Dan didn't want to consider what would happen if the musk of the hobgoblins blew his way.
Snap, a twig suddenly went. Dan spun round to see someone emerge from the woods. His clothes were ragged, torn in places from an obvious struggle. His eyes were heavy and his thin arms looked like they couldn't go on.
"You're safe here, I'm not changed," Dan said, as if his lack of red skin didn't give it away.
Dan was concerned that his new body hair would alert his new companion that the woods had begun to take him, but then again, most men had chest hair. The survivor didn't seem to notice, visibly relaxing as he moved and sat by the river.
"I thought I was the only one left."
Dan didn't recognise the guy, but plenty of new people had begun immigrating to his hometown before the attack. His narrow features were sharp and clear and quite handsome. Dan blushed, took a deep breath and sat beside him.
"I'm Dan, yourself?"
"Luke," he replied.
They sat in silence and watched the water. It was apparent Luke had seen something, admittedly they all had, but this was something deeper. Whatever it was, it seemed to have broken Luke.
"I'm trying to get to the city, see if we can get some help. Surely there's a wizard or someone who can help."
Luke stood up suddenly and looked around, slightly urgent.
"Need a friend?" He asked.
You smiled, blushing again, but Luke didn't seem to notice nor care. Almost impervious to your clear infatuation.