"Shit!" Nathan exclaimed, looking over to the door.
The guys could see shadows creeping around through the crack under the door. Colin tip-toed over to the door and put his eye to the keyhole.
"What's going on out there?" Matt asked in a hushed voice. Colin strained his eye.
"There's two of them...they're kissing...fucking gross, one of them is on his knees licking the other's cock through his Speedo."
The other guys stood around quietly, waiting for more information.
"Shit, I think that's Max. He looks similar, but...he just looks so damn muscular now. He's...eurgh, he's sniffing it. The guy he's with is shoving his ass into his face."
Max eagerly sucked and sniffed the Speedo-clad ass in front of him, his hands hugging his mate tightly and sneaking both hands down the front of his Speedos.
Colin watched as the two guys began to grind against each other. The two were groping each other's asses and growling with pleasure. Max's mate had a throbbing hard on straining against the front of his tight red Speedos. Spotting the second guy turning and sliding a hand into the back of Max's Speedo, Colin had had enough. He just couldn't keep watching, and turned back to the bathroom. If he'd kept watching, he'd have seen something worrying...
"Well man, what do you think we should do now?" Matt asked.
"Hey, if they're like werewolves, maybe we just have to wait till morning? Then they might turn back to normal!" Tom reasoned.
Nathan thought for a moment. "I guess that could be worth a try..." he responded slowly. Morning still wasn't for hours though. He was skeptical, but he didn't want to upset the other guys. They were already pretty on edge.
Back in the hall, the newly transformed Max was planning to convert more guys. Max produced a pair of tighty whities he had stuffed into the back of his Speedo. He had sniffed them out, having tasted the scent of straight-man's cum in the air and following the trail to one of the guy's bags in the bedroom. After pawing through the clothes, he had found the underwear. His brain began to tick. He had an idea. Max grinned wolfishly down at the briefs in front of them. Both Max and his mate began to jack off and kiss. After a few moments, they had shot cum into the pair of briefs. Instantaneously, they shrunk into a tight pair of red Speedos. Max grunted, pointing at the Speedos on the floor, then pointing to the door where the men were trapped. His mate leered, his hard on already re-forming in his bulging Speedos.
Slowly, they began to slide the Speedo under the door into the bathroom. Max was getting excited about the prospect of more men joining them, and shoved his mate to the floor and they became a tangled mess of muscles, sweat and Speedos until they came again. But it didn't matter that they were distracted now, as Max's plan was already in action.