"Jutht a minute," John grunted out. He attempted to hide the panic wracking his body, but
his voice betrayed him.
"Everything alright in there?" Brian asked through the door. "Just need to take a leak."
John kicked his clothes to the side and noticed that his feet had grown much larger and
hairier, each toe covered in a thick strands of black hair. John needed to hide - he didn't
know what he was going to say to his roommate. John turned on the shower and, kicking
off what remained of his underwear, stepped behind the curtain to hide.
"Come on in." John shouted, slowly, each word sounding foreign in his mouth as his
tongue tripped over his tusks. John could barely keep it together - he wasn't going to be
able to hide in the shower forever. He heard Brian open the door and come into the
bathroom.
"Thanks, man." Brian said, flipping up the toilet seat and pissing into the bowl. John
looked down at his own dick, he hadn't even noticed it was hard as a rock. And definitely
bigger. It jutted out from a forest of jet black pubic hair, the entire shaft the same grey-
green color as the rest of his skin. John's sense of pride was fleeting though as he took
stock of the rest of his body and felt the unfamiliar new ridges of his face with his hands.
"What time did you get in last night? Didn't hear ya." Brian said as he flushed the toilet.
"Dunno. Late." John said, his voice gravelly and shaking.
"Man, you sure you're alright?" Brian asked, "Because you sound like shit."
"I..." John didn't know how to answer that question. "I don't know yet."
"Sounds like a little too much drinking and smoking. Well, going to put a pot of coffee on.
A little hungover myself. See you in a few." Brian said, laughing, as he walked out the
door.
John left the shower running and went back to the mirror. He looked at himself again,
taking in all the changes. His face was vaguely familiar. His new tusks forced his lower
jaw to jut out, two ivory spikes protruding out of now a orcish face. His hair had gotten
darker and shaggier, strands of it hanging down over his neanderthal brow.
His entire body was covered in thick black hair, incredibly thick around his chest and
shoulders, almost like a mane. His chest was much broader now too, muscled and rock
hard. John couldn't ignore his dick either, which was still standing stiffly at attention.
John noticed that the thick black hair continued partway up the shaft of his dick as well
and as he ran his hands across the surface of this furry sheath, his whole body warmed
and filled John with incredible pleasure. And with each curious stroke exploring the new
terrain, reason began to give way to carnal pleasures.
John's fist pumped harder and harder, his dick throbbing in his hand. His whole body
swelled as each pump brought him closer and closer to orgasm and soon he was cumming
- a white spray shooting out in strings over the countertop and across the sink. He
caught himself growling, purring almost, as his hand milked out the last of what
remained.
He collapsed against the wall and sank to the floor, exhausted and overwhelmed. The tiles
were cold against his furry ass and brought cool relief to his hot body. He closed his eyes
as the waves of pleasure began to subside. His whole body throbbed, beat by beat,
eventually slowing down to a gentle pulse. Thoughts of panic faded as well, replaced by a
calm euphoria. John began to feel centered again, almost... normal.
He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. The green colors was fading away to a more
natural flesh. John quickly stood up and looked in the mirror. His features were still
orcish, but receding quickly. He was going back to normal - he wasn't going to be stuck
like this - or so he hoped.