Ms. Trenwall suddenly spoke up behind him. "Now that that is out of your system, we have work to do. The next model will be here in a moment. And since Sam will be otherwise indisposed for the rest of the day, you will assist me. Now come."
Ms. Trenwall turned to stride out of the room, Patric's body just moved of it's own accord, falling in step behind her. Inside he was screaming at himself to run, to get away, but he just walked along, a happy dumb smile on his face.
When they entered the studio a young woman was already seated, waiting for them. Probably a college student about 19 or 20 years old, she was dressed in a simple blue dress. She had palish skin, and her head was topped with chin length flaming red hair. She watched Ms. Trenwall with mixed curiosity, but she shifted in her seat every time she laid eyes on the huge hairy naked Patric.
Ms. Trenwall strode over to a table off to the side, striking a match and holding it to a candle. Soon a familiar sweet smell filled the room, arousing Patric and bringing him to full mast. "Now, my dear, what is your name?"
"Hannah.." She spoke slowly, his eyes already slightly glazed from whatever was in the candles, even though it never seemed to bother Ms. Trenwall.
"Hannah, stand up and remove your clothes. I need a certain type of model for what I do, you don't fit the bill. But we can still work with you." As Ms. Trenwall spoke, Hannah stood and pulled her arms through the sleeves of her dress, letting it pool around her feet. She had a nice figure, lean, but with a but of plumpness in just the right places. Her breasts were a little below average, but they were pert and nicely shaped. Patric could see why she thought she could do modeling. "Now, Hannah, I usually work with men, like Patric here, but we'll make an exception for you this time." Ms. Trenwall moved around the room, gathering her supplies.
"First we need to prep the canvas and the tools. Patric!" Ms. Trenwall's voice broke him out of his reverie. He walked over and bowed his head.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Lay out the canvas while I explain my art to Hannah." Patric nodded and began to spread out a canvas much like the one he shared with Sam. "I work with bodies and lust. I will cover you and Patric in my special paints while you fuck like rabbits on the canvas."
Hannah nodded her head, staring at Patric's muscular body, and long hard shaft. Once the canvas was spread out Hannah wasted no time walking up to Patric and grabbing his pole. As she stroked it Ms. Trenwall began to splash them with paints.
Hannah kneeled down, taking Patric's cock into her mouth, sucking hungrily at it, the perfume in the candles blocking thoughts of anything but sex. Patric bucked his hips, driving his hairy cock into Hannah's mouth, his eyes already taking in changed affecting her body. Her hips were slimming down as her shoulders began to broaden. She seemed to stretch slightly, getting taller, Patric's penis soon level with her face instead of above her head. She lapped greedily at it, one of her hands going to tug on her nipples, which were actually getting smaller as her breasts deflated, going flush with her stomach. Her muscles were beginning to actually show definition as her chest once again began to push out. Only this time it was into a pair of muscular pecs rather than breasts.
Patric pushed her back into the paints, feeling his own muscles growing slightly, not so much a drastic change as his first time in the paint, but enough to notice. The hair thickening slightly on his shoulders and legs, and turning into a pelt on his chest and stomach. He pushed his face against hers, a week's worth of beard growth rubbing against her. He grabbed her growing legs in his meaty hands pushing them back and exposing her ass to the air. Already gone was her cunt, leaving just closed up skin and her clit, so he drove his now foot long cock into her ass. She screamed at first, which soon turned into moaning. Her clit began to move up, quickly pushing out and swelling into a six inch penis, two empty sacks of skin forming beneath that. With a particularly hard thrust from Patric, Hannah moaned as two large orbs suddenly filled her empty scrotum. Hannah was now completely male, if a slightly feminine one. A few more thrusts and Patric came in Hannah's ass, his own new cock spaying cum into the air as he felt her first male orgasm.
Patric bent over, pulling Hannah's cock into his mouth, sucking on it as his stubble scratched against Hannah's hairless thigh. She manuvered herself until she could get her mouth around Patric's cock. Hannah's pubes began to spread out as his legs and arms began to sprout more dense curly hair. Hannah's muscles continued to gain bulk and definition, soon he was sporting a six pack, and a perfect gym bunny's body. His face was altering, his jaw becoming harder and more defined as his face became more masculine. Dark red stubble began to sprout along his jaw, thickening into a few days' growth of beard, spreading up his cheeks. Hair began to grow between his pecs, spreading out along his chest, and around his nipples. His pubes moved north and his chest hair grew south, meeting at his navel. The newly formed treasure trail began to spread outwards, covering most of his abs in curly red hair. Hair continued to move up his legs and arms, a good bit growing on his ass and a bit sprouting on his shoulders. Hannah's new cock continued to grow inside Patric's moouth, his swelling furred balls banging against his chin. They both came in each other's mouths, cum dribbling out onto the paint covered canvas. Patric grabbed Hannah but the shoulders, pressing his lips against Hannah's, the two roughly making out as their hard hairy paint and cum covered bodies rubbed against each other.
Patric had easily put on another ten pounds of muscle, and could now most certainly be called a bear. His large cock, finally going soft again, dangling down to his knees, with huge balls to match.
Hannah was smaller than Patric after his first go in the paints, but still a remarkable hunk anyway. Hard defined muscles covered in a light pelt of dark red hair. His cock going halfway down his thighs, with a pair of wonderfully hairy balls swinging beneath it.
Ms. Trenwall clapped her hands, bringing them both to their feet. "That will do Patric, Hannah.. no.. Hank. I've always wanted a Hank. Go shower and remember, no summing unless I say so." The two sex slaves moved off to the showers as Ms. Trenwall surveyed her newest piece.