John sat holding his breath, willing himself to change back. He stared at the cock lolling on his chest. Both remained obstinately green and large. The footsteps approached his door. Come on, damn you, he thought. Come on! Come on...
And then, a cool tingling swept over his body. A pinkish tinge crept into his skin. His cock shrunk back as it softened, shriveling down to a few inches.
There was a knock.
"John?" called Brian.
"Uh, yes? Hold on." His voice was still deep and gravelly.
"John, is everything OK?"
"Yes, it's fine. I'm fine." And at least for now, that was true. "Don't come in though. I'm, um, changing."
Well that was lame, he thought. At least nobody else had to hear it.
"All right," replied Brian, obviously not convinced but apparently unwilling to push the matter. "I'm gonna start eating; come down if you want some."
By now John was almost back to normal. His muscles relaxed back to their usual size -- or were they a bit bigger than before? Close enough, anyway. His skin was a healthy pink, the thick body hair was gone, and he had nails again instead of claws. He hauled himself to his feet and stared at the window on his dresser. His lower jaw was still bulging out... but no, that too was fading. He pulled back his lower lip and watched the tusks slip back to human teeth. Me again, he thought, with relief and a twinge of disappointment.
He'd made quite a mess. His bed was damp with cum yet again, and this time with no sheets to protect the mattress. It seemed like that was going to be a regular thing. He grabbed his last clean towel from the cupboard and wiped all down his front, getting most of the goo off his face, chest and groin. His cock was still dribbling a little, but that couldn't be helped. He rubbed the mattress vigorously to get the worst out, then spotted a puddle on the far side of the bed. He left the towel on that to soak it up, opened the windows to get some of the smell out, then threw on clothes.
He opened the bedroom door -- weird how that had been such a big deal just a few minutes before -- and popped into the bathroom to wash his hands and face before going downstairs.
Brian had started on the pasta, just as he'd threatened, but there was plenty left for John. He felt ravenous and took a big portion.
"You were a long time up there. Everything all right?" asked Brian.
"Er, yeah. Fine. Just, you know, tired."
Brian snorted. "Tired my ass. If you're going to whack off and then act like you didn't, you need to turn down the volume. Especially," he added pointedly, "at three in the morning."
"Um, sorry," mumbled John, flushing. "Didn't mean to wake you."
There wasn't much to say to that, so they ate in silence for a while, forks clinking against the plates. John finished first but was still hungry and stood up to get more. He felt a little guilty -- Brian usually cooked in bulk and then took the leftovers to work for a few days, so he was probably eating Brian's lunch. But he was more hungry than guilty.
Brian was looking at him oddly. Oh come on, John thought, I didn't take that much. Plus, I've already had one lecture today.
"Do you..." Brian started, then tailed off and sniffed. "Do you smell something?"