Ryan sashayed over to Mike and rubbed his smooth body against his
furry friend. He laughed, "Somebody needs a wax job!"
Mike growled as he smelled Ryan's blood. He grabbed Ryan whose head
flopped to one side offering Mike a nasty neck to bite. Mike moved in
to return the swim fag's gift of transformation. To his surprise,
Ryan's head sprang forward. Ryan's teeth were buried in the five
o'clock shadow covering Mike's neck. Mike yelped.
Ryan's tongue licked the red round wound on the wolfman's throat. Ryan
laughed again, and asked, "Who's my bitch, boy?"
Mike looked down at it the now tiny bulge in his shiny Speedo. He knew
it had been massive earlier, but the bite. He licked his teeth and
muzzle. He was grateful to still have big hairy balls, but their size
only made his new tiny penis look smaller. Not that he would be ever
using it again. Mike was all bottom now. The only way he'd blow his
load now would be when he was impaled on a real male's cock.
Ryan scratched behind Mike's pointy ear. "Who's my bitch? Who's
Ryan's bitch?"
"I'm your bitch, Ryan! Please use me!" Mike said dropping to his
knees and burying his muzzle in Ryan's swollen Speedo bulge.