"What the fuck are you doing??" Joe yells - but its too late. Freed from the restraint of his hands, his hard cock surges out and up, cramming his soft white shorts to the max. For a moment the two men stare down at it, as it bobs rhythmically in time with Joe's heartbeat, a medallion-sized wet spot blossoming round the crown, and then Dustin speaks again...
"Fuck but that's big, man..."
"Yeah, and you can damn well keep your hands off it," growls Joe, but his tone is not aggressive, just deep. Deeper than it used to be, in fact, but neither he nor his comrade appear to have noticed it. Raising his eyes, the well-boned young soldier then does a double take.
"Shit, you ARE gay!" he exclaims. "You're DROOLING!" And raising his right forefinger, he points to Dustin's mouth. "Drooling over my fucking COCK!"
"No, man, I--" Putting his hand to his mouth, Dustin's next words die before he can utter them. A long strand of silvery saliva has made a link between his upper and lower jaw, and is now dribbling down over his fuzzy chin. 'Shit,' he thinks, "I got to make sure I shave properly!' Twisting his hand sideways, he swipes away the string of spit and then yelps as the back of his hand is scraped by a viciously sharp tooth. "Fuck!"
"What you do, bite yourself?" Joe asks, stooping to retrieve his discarded ammo belt. Confined in the front of his boxers, his cock jumps in angry frustration, squirting out another blob of pre-cum, but he refuses to give in to it. Not yet...
"Hell yeah!" Dustin scowls, looking at the livid red mark on the back of his hand. "I damn near drew blood there..." And then he stops, seeing the look of sheer disbelief on his buddy's face
"You've got..." Joe stops, swallowing hard. "You've got FANGS, Duss..."
Reaching up, Dustin feels the two dagger-like teeth pushing down from his upper jaw. They WERE his canines, but now they're enormous, and grunting, he feels his jaw starting to expand to accommodate them. So preoccupied is he with what's happening in his mouth that he doesn't notice Joe gasping out and clutching his own face. The same dental changes are happening to him too, and it's not two huge fangs that each soldier now possesses, but four. Two of a similar size and shape are slowly inching up from their bottom jaws!
'Big fangs... cat-like legs...' Dustin thinks as he glances across at his buddy. "What kind of animal are we--' "Aaarrrrrgh!"
Swiftly, the men's noses and mouths start pushing out into muzzles, their jaw and nose bones expanding and reshaping. Although painless, the feeling is disconcerting, as if someone is pushing on their mouths and noses from the inside. As his muzzle grows, Dustin looks up at the sky and lets loose a mighty roar, so loud that Joe has to cover his ears. And while he's clutching them, he can feel them sliding up to the top of his head, becoming large and round, jutting out past his thickening black hair, which, like Dustin's, is now growing even more. It grows all around his head and down and around his neck, acquiring a dense, rugged texture. Feeling his own hair with his hands, Dustin realizes that what he has is a mane, and no longer needs to question what he and Joe are becoming. They're both turning into lions...
"I wish I had a mirror," he says, admiring the timbre of his new voice.
"Don't need one, man," his buddy answers. "You look.. terrific!" He seems almost mesmerized by the sight of the new Dustin. And from the look in his eyes, it's clear he likes what he sees.
Abruptly every inch of the two men's skin starts to tingle and itch like mad as millions of thick, golden brown hairs, erupt through their skin to coat their upper bodies in soft, tawny fur.
"Oh yeah," Joe gasps, wriggling in ecstasy.
Grinning, he flexes his furry arms like a bodybuilder. This, combined with the pressure from his powerful chest, stretches his tight tank top to bursting point and noisily it rips apart and falls to the ground. Stroking his massive, hair-covered chest and tawny, six-packed belly, Joe looks at his new physique and grins. He feels so strong now - strong and exceedingly virile - and he's over the moon about it.