Taking a deep breath, you decide you really don’t have a choice and nod for him to continue. He kneels before you, wraps the cord around the base of your shaft and begins muttering under his breath. The cord begins to glow a faint blue and slowly your dick starts to shrink into your body.
While you may want to return to being a human, you would still would like to remain male and keep the dick you have. With panic setting in, you start to shift your weight intending on stopping this, but the man gently places a hand on your leg causing you to freeze. “Shh…it’s okay. Just relax.” You find the words extremely soothing and settle back down; you calmly watch your cock retreat further into your body until only an amount equal to the width of your hand remains, then a layer of fur starts rising up the shaft to encase it in a sheath and hold it close to the body.
The man removes the cord and stands up, his head barely reaching your chest. He pats you on the arm, smiling, “Don’t worry, it is all still there. I just feel it is uncivilized to have genitals so blatantly exposed.”
You glare at the man, “You could have just had me put on clothes.”
He shrugs and turns away, beginning to gather more items, “They don’t sell clothes large enough to fit you, other than loincloths, and I suspect you would find it uncomfortable to where them even if they did, given that you are already covered in a thick layer of fur.” He glances up at you, his nose crinkling slightly, “I..uh…have a feeling that they men caught you in a most undignified moment.” He gestures towards the door to your left, “There is a tub in there if you wish to clean up, otherwise we can continue whenever you are ready.” He sets up a burner and begins to mix together a number of indiscernible items into a dark purple, almost black, paste.